For a moment, the atmosphere in the principal's room became silent.

Dumbledore didn't give Fudge's effective and reliable response in the first place, which couldn't help but make Mr. Minister's scalp tingle.

He felt a little weak, for he felt that Dumbledore's gaze reflected a meaningful brilliance.

Could it be that his purpose and ideas have been exposed?

Could it be that the plan he constructed has not been put into action, and he will be stillborn?

At this moment of silence, the fat on the face of Mr. Minister of Magic, who was already weak-hearted, trembled, as if he wanted to shake off all the oil and water he had scavenged in the past ten years.

"This ...... There's no way around it, Albus. ”

When Fudge finally adjusted his mood, the first words he said were a little shaky.

It's just that Mr. Minister of Magic has forcibly used his life experience to completely suppress that panic.

In the end, what appeared on his face was a touch of helplessness and embarrassment.

"I don't really want to discuss that...... Albus, but the Ministry of Magic is a cumbersome process, and if you don't deal with it now, it will take much longer to re-determine Sirius's case. ”

“……”

"Maybe it will be delayed until the next year......"

Seeing Dumbledore's silence, Fudge was thinking about adding some more leverage to his words.

But before he could continue to say something, he saw the old headmaster suddenly look up.

The calm gaze seemed to him like a big hand coming in an instant, grabbing his neck and making him unable to make any sound.

It was in this strange situation that Dumbledore's voice slowly sounded:

"The size and execution of the Ministry of Magic are indeed bloated......"

Although he always felt that Dumbledore was turning a corner and talking about his troops, Fudge couldn't care so much at the moment.

For him, this recognition is the breakthrough!

"That's right, so Peter's matter must be put on the agenda as soon as possible, and it must be filed with the Ministry of Magic in advance anyway."

Immediately afterward, Fudge patted his chest again.

"Plus, it's probably the safest place in the world! I could have put Peter in first, and he wouldn't have escaped! ”

“……”

Staring at the sworn Minister, Dumbledore finally closed his eyes.

"I want you to remember your promise now, Connelly."

“……”

Faintly, Fudge felt a little uneasy.

He didn't know if it was his own delusion, but Dumbledore's face actually showed a trace of tiredness.

"He'd better not run away, Connelly, and I hope this ends in a more decent way......"

I don't know if this is a persuasion or a warning, Fudge was a little overwhelmed for a while.

"I hope so...... too"

Even though his brain seemed to be a little dead, Fudge's politician instinct made it easy for him to give such a decent answer.

"I also hope that this matter will end in a mild condition."

"Well, your promise is enough, Connelly."

Dumbledore just let out a long sigh at Fudge's gaze.

The old headmaster smiled softly, the kind smile that Fudge had seen before.

"Well, that is to say......"

"Tomorrow I will ask you to make a trip and take Peter away."

Finally, Dumbledore relented.

But when he came to his senses, Fudge was not as happy as he had imagined.

Even, there was a faint uneasiness in his heart.

"Tomorrow?"

"Of course, if Connelly wishes, Peter can remain in Hogwarts...... The school is safe. ”

As if there was some kind of deep meaning, Dumbledore just emphasized.

"It's actually safer than anyone thinks."

"Of course......"

Knowing what the old headmaster was hinting at, Minister Fudge forced a smile on his already stiff countenance.

"Hogwarts has you after all, Albus."

Without waiting for Dumbledore to say anything more, Fudge jumped straight from his seat.

"Anyway, that's all it takes, Albus, I'll bring someone over tomorrow to take Peter away...... I have some things to do next, so I won't bother you. ”

"I understand that as Minister of Magic, there must be a lot to do."

In the face of the minister's impatient attitude, Dumbledore had no intention of standing up.

"It's my matter here that has caused you a lot of trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Fudge shook his head.

"These are all things that I should do, as you said with Albus, since it is a mistake, I have to correct it...... Otherwise, there may be even more trouble in the future. ”

Then the Minister of Magic left.

He walked through the main entrance.

But looking at the sneaky footsteps, there is no idea and consciousness of responsibility at all, and there is no fairness, and there is still a look of not wanting to be seen by other people.

It was a long time before Dumbledore sighed.

"I didn't say that."

Fudge simply misinterpreted his kind reminder, which in itself meant only one thing:

"He didn't even think about letting that kid out!"

After finally breaking free from his seat, Principal Phineas said viciously.

"I can tell...... I swear I couldn't mistake his attitude, he was so anxious to get Peter Pettigrew that he definitely wanted to make a fuss about it! ”

However, despite the fact that Headmaster Phineas was so impassioned, Dumbledore's attitude was as calm as ever.

"Calm down, Phineas."

Without expressing his opinion or opinion, Dumbledore just pursed his lips.

His gaze slowly moved away from the portraits of the principals and the closed door to a corner of the principal's office.

There was the underside of Fawkes's shelf, a large column just enough to block everyone's view and gaze.

"Kid, what do you think about this?"

"Me?"

Gradually, the red-haired boy appeared in the sight of the principals.

Connor McMaub, he just shrugged.

"If you're asking me what I think, I'm about the same as Principal Black."

"I'll just say ......"

But before the headmaster, who had a very bad reputation, could say anything more, he changed his words.

"But from the standpoint of objective facts, I can only say that this matter has not yet come to the end."

Blinking his green eyes, Connor just stared at the old headmaster.

I don't know the answer...... Are you satisfied? ”