Scrimgeour looked at Harry, then at Sirius, and at the professors and students around him, and he reached into his robe, his eyes fixed on Blake, and he said thoughtfully, "Potter, I mean, maybe, there will be something hidden in what happened back then. ”

"But there's also a good chance that Blake is a man who is very good at playing with people......"

"He doesn't have that brain." Harry interrupted, "Now, let's go to Dumbledore's office, and we'd better call Minister Fudge as well." ”

"Yes." Scrimgeour nodded, "But Blake has to ...... first"

Harry frowned, "I'm impatient right now, I don't want to talk nonsense, Mr. Scrimthour, he's here, he can't run." ”

"He must be in the hands of the Ministry of Magic." Scrimgeour held on.

Harry looked at him coldly, ignoring it, and led the way to the castle.

Scrimgeour shifted his footsteps to stop him.

The Dementors circled the periphery, and they exuded that cold, desperate aura unabashedly, Sirius turned pale, and Hermione and Ron weren't very comfortable.

"Get out of the way." Harry looked at him.

Scrimgeour waved his hand, "Grab Sirius." ”

Harry raised his wand and aimed it at him.

The Aurors hesitated.

It's one thing to beat Harry, but Hogwarts also has Dumbledore, the most powerful white wizard who puts his students first in his heart.

Scrimgeour glared at his subordinate viciously, snorted, and then stared at Sirius, "Harry, I know you're very powerful, and I know you can spell the Patronus. ”

"I'm sorry about what happened to the Quidditch pitch that day, but you should also know that your Patronus can't deal with so many Dementors."

"Don't make it so ugly, okay?"

Harry didn't speak, but made a handprint, a golden shield over his body.

Scrimgeour waved his wand.

The Dementors got the signal and pounced on the group in excitement.

"Don't hurt the little wizard, catch the dirtiest person inside!" Scrimgeour commanded with a cold face.

Harry raised his wand.

His eyes were cold, a pair of cat's eyes, like knives.

The temper that he could not finish venting on Peter was accumulating in his heart.

Awesome.

This is the Ministry of Magic.

He knew very well the reason, the chips that they had piled up together were far less important than the reputation of the Ministry of Magic.

Even if it's only for half a day, he, or they, can't wait.

"Scrimthour, this time, this time, you're really too much!" Harry gritted his teeth, the magic in him converging.

Scrimgeour tilted his head aside: "Potter, you're still young, and when you grow up and become the head of the Auror Office, or the dean, you'll understand me." ”

The Dementors shook their shadows through him, one by one, like the wind blowing, surging in.

and winter snow, with cold winds.

Click, click, to freeze this winter.

"Divine Guard!"

Harry uttered the incantation.

The wand in his hand, the vine wood, the dragon's heartstrings responded with a powerful force, and together with his pent-up emotions, it exploded like a volcano.

Silvery-white brilliance trembled.

Scrimgeour sighed that Rao was still shocked that a third-year wizard could use this spell brilliantly.

Even the Aurors, less than a third of them would be able to cast this spell.

And it's a lion.

Gryffindor of the finest, his patronus is a lion, and nothing beats this......

In the silver light.

An eagle's head poked out, followed by a slender, muscular lion body, and a pair of broad wings on its back.

Scrimgeour opened his mouth wide.

The Aurors watched incredulously.

Lupin and Sirius had a sparkle in their eyes.

Silver Gryffin!

Harry's Patronus changed, just like Dumbledore, from ordinary creatures to magical creatures, from lions to griffins.

It spreads its wings, and a gust of wind sweeps it away.

Under this power, the Dementors were unable to resist and were swept away.

With a claw snap, the stuff scattered in pieces.

Lupin raised his wand.

Summoned his patron saint, a silver handsome wolf, but compared to the ferocity of ordinary wolves, it was as well-behaved as a dog.

Hermione raised her wand as well.

The cedar wand vibrates, adjusting its breath to her magic, gentle and smooth, like a trickle of thawing in spring, allowing the spell to unleash.

"Calling God Guard!"

The silvery-white mist swallowed, and under the influence of the griffin, it gathered with difficulty, condensed into a still somewhat illusory entity, and a lioness fell to the ground.

Pounce on the nearest Dementor.

Sirius and Ron also raised their wands.

But it only exhales a thick silvery-white mist.

The griffons swept away, and the large group of Dementors was quickly driven away, fleeing in a panic from the front.

Only a group of Aurors remained.

The griffon flew back, walked up behind Harry, flapped its wings, and lay down, staring at Scrimgeour with Harry, a pair of cat's eyes and a pair of eagle eyes.

"So, now Director Scrimgeour, can you come with us to see Dumbledore?" Harry's tone was calm, as calm as the wind and snow that had suddenly stopped.

Scrimgeour took a half-step back, took a deep breath, and nodded with difficulty, "Of course, Mr. Potter. ”

"Good." Harry withdrew his wand and slipped his sword back into the Sorting Hat.

He walked slowly forward to Scrimgeour.

Suddenly, a punch was flashed and hit him in the abdomen, making the middle-aged man tense his back, hunched his body, and squatted down holding his stomach, tears welling up in his eyes.

The other Aurors tensed.

"This punch is because I'm angry." Harry pulled him to his feet, his face serious.

Scrimgeour was still blue, gritted his teeth, and held his breath: "Mr. Potter, I know you're unhappy, but you can do it lightly." ”

"If I were to be heavy-handed, you wouldn't be able to get up right now." Harry whispered.

Scrimgeour's face turned greener.

It took him a moment to regain his strength, and he shivered and followed Harry towards the castle, where the Aurors whistled and pretended to patrol around as if they hadn't seen anything.

Proficient in reciting commands.

They walked into the office.

Before Dumbledore could greet him, he saw Sirius, pushed his glasses, and was a little surprised: "Blake? Harry, is it him that your little secret from this time with Lupin? ”

"You should tell me, he's still a little dangerous after all......"

Harry shook his head, "He's safe, you're his headmaster, you should know him, well, you still have something in your head, my dear godfather ......"

Sirius almost snorted, "Hey, Harry, I was in the top 10 of my grade." ”

In the office, a group of people have indifferent faces.

Proud of the top 10 in your grade?

Who has fallen out of the top five in their grade?

Lupin patted him on the shoulder with pity: "Everyone here is doing better than you in their studies. ”

Sirius looked at Harry, at Dumbledore, and his eyes fell on Ron.

"I was fifth in first grade and third in second grade." Ron smiled shyly.

Sirius's eyes were round, full of incredulity.

How can it be!

He looked so ordinary.

"Eighth, ninth, and sometimes those who fall out of the top 10 don't refute it." Lupin comforted him, waved his wand, and pulled over a chair, "Sit down and rest, you've worked hard all this time." ”

Sirius sat down stupidly.

Crookshan jumped on his knees and fell asleep on his stomach.

Dumbledore watched the scene thoughtfully.

Harry waved his wand and placed the bag on the ground behind him, "Actually, the Godfather is not a secret between me and Uncle Lupin, but this thing. ”

With two groans, the rope that bound the bag flew away.

A human head immediately rolled out.

And in the bag, the short, headless corpse was also exposed.

Scrimgeour glared at Harry incredulously, "Mr. Potter, you ......"

"Peter Pettigrew?" Dumbledore was equally surprised, he recognized the man.

"Peter?" Scrimgeour felt a wave in his heart, "Is that the hero Peter?" ”

Harry nodded.

Scrimgeour frowned, "But wasn't he dead thirteen years ago?" In that explosion, it was blown up ......"

"That's what this rat did!" Sirius gritted his teeth.

Scrimgeour turned to look at him, "That's not what you said thirteen years ago. ”

Sirius paused, bowing his head aggrievedly.

"If according to the information that is well known, including that Mr. Black also knows." Dumbledore nodded in agreement, "Peter only has one finger left. ”

"That's surprising to me, Harry, can you talk to me?"

He waved his hand, and chairs flew around, beckoning everyone to sit down.

Conjure up a drink again, his still syrup, and Harry was given a glass of butterbeer.

"Thirteen years ago, the secret keeper in my parents' house was not my godfather, but Peter." Harry took a sip of his drink and said calmly, "He betrayed my parents, and my godfather chased after him. ”

"Peter used the Explosive Charm to fake his own death."

"And the godfather thinks he killed the ...... because he didn't have enough brains."

"Harry." Sirius pleaded.

Harry was stunned and immediately changed his words: "For some well-known reasons, he felt that the death of my parents was due to him, so he did not defend himself, and even did not hesitate to bear the charge of killing more than a dozen Muggles, and made Azkaban his home for thirteen years." ”

Sirius finished the whiskey from his glass and looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore waved his wand and refilled his glass.

"And Peter has been lurking in the Weasley house, first becoming the pet of Bill, then Percy, and finally Ron, and has lived and eaten with them for thirteen years."

Ron covered his face in pain.

"This year, Fudge brought the newspaper into Azkaban, and Sirius saw the winning Weasleys and the rat on the front page."

"So, he escaped from prison."

(End of chapter)