Today, the wizarding world is still safe, and Hogwarts is still peaceful.

The students attend classes, the teachers correct their homework, and everything goes on as usual.

As for Mr. Minister of Magic, no one has found any trace of him, and no one will even know that he has been there.

After getting Peter Pedirau into his hands, he left Hogwarts with two of his cronies.

Instead of reaching the village of Hogsmeade or the station, they walked north, and after walking through an untouched jungle, Fudge wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I hope we've stepped out of the Hogwarts barrier."

Scrimgeur's response was more accurate than his question.

"It's already out, Minister."

Compared to Fudge and Umbridge, who have been immersed in writing work, Scrimgeur, as the director of the Auror department, has a more sensitive sense of smell in this regard.

"What should we do now?"

"Of course I left with Peter, Rufus, didn't I tell you before?"

Glancing back at the old castle that was still clearly visible, Fudge reached out and lowered his hat.

"Take him to the Ministry of Magic."

"Do you really want to judge me? You can't do that! ”

On the other side, Peter Pettigrew, who was being tied up, couldn't help but shout.

"Even if you don't care about me, you have to think about yourself! What the hell has your Ministry of Magic been promoting lately, and what you are doing now will cause wizards to lose faith in you! ”

No one knew if he had been hopeful because he had escaped from Dumbledore, or if he was desperate to know that he was about to be judged and that he was responsible for what had happened ten years ago.

The old man, now defined as a 'hero' by the Ministry of Magic, just screamed loudly regardless of his image.

"You can't make this fact public, absolutely not!"

"Noise!"

Not letting the noise continue to spread, Scrimgeour waved his wand directly.

"Out of body!"

It's not a blockade like the Tightening Charm and the Silencer Charm, but a Soul Reaver Charm that should have been banned on the surface.

'Buzz'

After a flash of eerie light, Peter Pettigrew's expression gradually became sluggish.

Although the three unforgivable spells are forbidden, and the wizarding world strictly forbids them, the rules are flexible after all.

There are still a lot of people behind the scenes, and Fudge and Umbridge are even more surprised by this kind of thing.

"Dorelos, let's go back to the Ministry of Magic."

Fudge spoke.

The air began to distort, and the figures of the two Ministry of Magic executives vanished as if they had been swept into a toilet bowl.

Phantom Shifting ......

Once out of Hogwarts' enchantment, they were finally able to use the spell they used to get around.

As for Scrimgeur, he narrowed his eyes.

Reaching out and grabbing Peter's collar, a lion departed with the rat in the same way, and when their form reappeared in the world, it had already appeared in the vicinity of a hidden manor in Wiltshire, which would never be found by ordinary people.

Without any respect, Scrimgeour's big powerful hand threw Peter to the ground, who looked like a doll.

There was no crying, no sound, and he just lay on the ground, as if he had no intention of standing up.

Staring at the puppet-like fellow, Scrimgeour furrowed his brow as if he would never let go.

After thinking for a moment, he snapped his fingers.

"Wake up!"

'Smack'

A crisp sound echoed, and Peter's blank eyes came to life again.

"Huh? What did you do to me?! ”

Peter, who was also a wizard, quickly realized what was happening.

"You used the Imperius Curse on me?"

Then, he looked around again and noticed that the surroundings were somewhat familiar.

Wiltshire...... This is Malfoy Manor. ”

Just looking into the distance, Peter was stunned.

"What did you bring me here for?"

"If what happened 10 years ago spreads like this, it will inevitably cause turmoil, and this is the result of careful consideration."

With a heartbeat, Peter pursed his lips.

“…… What do you mean? ”

Although he felt as if he could guess the truth, Scrimgeour's serious face made it impossible for him to conclude.

"Just fuck off, whether it's Malfoy or anyone else, and don't show up in England in the future."

Really, he wanted to let me go!

Having received such an answer from the always serious old lion, Peter was greeted with a wave of ecstasy in his heart.

"May I go?"

"Let's go, whoever you go to."

"Well, wand......"

This was Peter's first reaction after he was truly freed.

He originally had a wand that his master had prepared for him, but that wand was confiscated after he was defeated head-on.

For a wizard, a wand is a medium for miracles, and you can go anywhere you have a wand, but if you don't, it's very difficult.

"I don't have any wands in my hand, and every wand in the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic has to be registered and reported."

If Peter wanted a wand, he would have to find something else.

The implication is that with Peter's character, he doesn't have the courage to continue to ask for it when faced with a strong attitude.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

He just nodded his head there.

"You just act as if I never existed, I died ten years ago, and I will never appear in front of you!"

This is the attitude of the Ministry of Magic.

As long as Peter disappeared like this, then the so-called judgment could not begin.

Even a discerning person can see whose problem it is, but if it falls out completely, it means that the credibility of an authoritative organization will be lost.

According to the Ministry of Magic's investigation and understanding, the greatest wizard of the present day would never allow this to happen.

No matter how bad and erosive the Ministry of Magic is, it's better than nothing!

Quickly reversing the simple but tedious game between the two sides in his mind, Peter's mouth was about to smile crookedly.

Anyway, if he can survive this loophole, even Rufus Scrimgeur, who has always been known for his iron-blooded seriousness, has to let him go.

Just looking at Scrimgeur's serious expression, a twisted sense of pleasure appeared in Peter's heart.

"Don't laugh, let's disappear quickly!"

"Yes, yes, I'm gone!"

Without a wand, there was only one magic Peter could wield, and that was the Animagus.

If a wizard is eye-catching, a mouse is not.

That's what Peter thought, but so did Scrimgeur.

Before the rat could bite into the bushes, a green light headed straight for it.

"Avada suo."

The light flashed, and the mouse lay to the ground without a struggle.

There was no original form, and now lying on the ground was nothing more than a large mouse with its hair removed.

"The disappearance of a rat is always better handled than a wizard."