Dumbledore looked at Peter's head, "Sirius knows all this, they used to be good classmates, but Harry, how do you know?" ”

"I have brains." Harry was expressionless.

Sirius took half of the wine from his glass again.

"During the summer vacation, Ron mentioned Spotted—the name Peter had when he pretended to be a mouse, and he had mentioned Spotted's age." Harry explained, "After thirteen years of life, Hermione and I had some guesses. ”

"Later, I pressed Uncle Lupin to find out that they were all illegal Animagus."

Scrimgeour widened his eyes and subconsciously grasped his wand.

Three illegal Animags, what a performance!

But it quickly reacted.

Two are dead, and one is much bigger than the illegal Animagus.

Harry continued.

"Peter is a mouse, and everything is in tune with Spotted."

"Uncle Lupin and I captured him and kept him in the office the whole time, Professor Dumbledore, this is the little secret I told you earlier."

Dumbledore smiled: "You told me, tell me in half a month, it's almost three months now." ”

"If you tell you, you'll trust the Ministry of Magic." Harry shook his head.

Scrimgeour gritted his teeth, "Of course the Ministry of Magic is worth trusting. ”

Harry laughed mockingly.

Sirius shook his head as well.

Lupin didn't show much expression, but he clearly had the same thoughts as Sirius.

"So, how did Peter die?" Dumbledore pushed his glasses and sat up straight, his sapphire-colored eyes, hidden under the reflective mirror, staring straight at him.

"I killed it." Harry was blunt.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, as if he was relieved, and his sitting posture became loose again: "I thought you would make up some reason, after all, killing people is not a good thing." ”

"But avenging your parents is obviously a good thing." Harry shook his head, "Professor, you've surprised me, I thought you'd be lecturing me." ”

Dumbledore looked at Peter and nodded, "Of course, I've always been in favor of settling things with violence, and I'd rather let the Ministry of Magic solve them. ”

"But it's a little bit different."

"And Harry, you're good, you're different."

When he said this, his expression was heavy.

Was there a past?

Harry noticed, but didn't say anything.

Scrimgeour was a little restless.

On the one hand, there is nothing more justifiable in the world than a son avenging his father.

On the other hand, Harry had crossed the Ministry of Magic and killed a man.

"Mr. Potter." He struggled, glanced at Dumbledore, and mustered up his courage.

Harry directly blocked his words back: "The Ministry of Magic can understand it this way, I broke Peter's conspiracy, he wanted to attack me, I had to be forced to fight back, accidentally killed by mistake." ”

As he spoke, he paused slightly: "When you came here just now, the traces you saw were the traces of the battle between me and Peter. ”

Scrimgeour swallowed back what he was trying to say and asked the question again: "Then how do you make sure what you say is true?" And not Blake and Lupin's lies. ”

As he spoke, he paused: "I have to remind you, your Uncle Lupin......"

"A werewolf?" Harry interrupted him, his tone urging impatience, "I've already said I have brains. ”

Scrimgeour was stunned, surprised.

Lupin is a werewolf!

The kind of black magic creature that will assimilate into a werewolf when it bites it.

He turned his head to look at Hermione and Ron, but there was no surprise on the faces of the two normal little wizards.

Hermione watched quietly.

Ron plays with his owl.

Lupin only sighed secretly, and did not react to Scrimgeur's words, he was used to this kind of treatment.

Harry pulled out a bottle from the Sorting Hat, and with a wave of his wand, it floated down to Dumbledore's hand, "Pulled out of Peter's head before I killed him." ”

Scrimgeour choked his throat: "Potter, you can say that you fought back before killing him......"

Harry turned his head, his eyes cold.

Scrimgeour tilted his head to the side and forgot it, no one else heard it anyway.

"That memory?" Dumbledore was a little surprised.

Harry nodded.

"Looks like I'll have to inform Fudge." With a wave of his wand, the parchment slowly emerged, "Fawkes, I've got to work hard for you." ”

Fawkes was dissatisfied, and yelled at Hedwig, who was crouching on top of Crookshank.

Hedwig flapped her wings and flew over Harry's shoulder, cooing back twice.

Fawkes screamed even harder, reluctantly landed on the table, and pecked Dumbledore hard before picking up the letter and flying out of the window.

It didn't take half an hour.

Fudge pushed open the door angrily, and his voice entered the room one step ahead of his fat body: "Headmaster Dumbledore, what trouble have you caused me, Blake has pleaded guilty, how can he ......"

The words came to an abrupt end.

He noticed the human head on the ground, and was startled, and his face, which was a little red from running, quickly turned white, and he staggered back two steps, and only stopped when he hit the cabinet by the wall.

"Professor Dumbledore, what is your new hobby?" He took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Putting such a thing in the office?" ”

"This is Peter Pettigrew." Dumbledore spoke slowly.

Fudge's face became serious: "The student killed? ”

"But didn't you say in the letter that Blake was innocent?"

Dumbledore nodded to the table, "He's Peter Pettigrew." ”

Fudge was stunned for a moment, trying to recall the somewhat familiar name, and after a while, he reacted, "Peter Pettigrew? What are you kidding, he's not ......"

Harry interrupted, "Looks like I'll have to re-explain, Minister Fudge, sit down and listen to me slowly?" ”

Fudge looked at him and nodded.

By the time Harry had finished repeating the matter from beginning to end, Fudge's brow furrowed into a huge lump and he sighed, "Mr. Potter, you've really caused us a big problem for the Ministry of Magic. ”

"Thirteen years ago, Blake pleaded guilty, and the results that have been determined are now said to be fake, Sirius is not to blame."

"Oh my God!"

Fudge covered his face, as if he could already see the headlines of the Daily Prophet, mocking the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic, his approval ratings repeatedly dropping, and even the voices that ousted him as minister.

"Potter." After a long moment, he looked up at Harry and said in a firm tone, "I'm afraid the Ministry of Magic can't do anything, Peter is dead, if you ...... alive"

"There are memories." Harry interrupted.

Fudge shook his head quickly, "No, no, no, who knows if that memory has ever been tampered with." ”

Harry was calm: "I pulled it out with my own hands. ”

"Maybe Peter's memory was altered during his lifetime." Fudge insisted.

Harry continued, "Sirius hadn't touched Peter. ”

Fudge's eyes rolled and his gaze fell on Lupin: "Maybe he has a helper." ”

He didn't point to anyone, but he said everything.

Dumbledore took his wand and tapped the table, his tone serious: "Connelly, you shouldn't doubt the professor I chose. ”

This time Fudge was confident and mocked with restraint: "Yes, maybe I shouldn't have doubted it. ”

"But it's been two years, the safest Hogwarts in the world, counting this year, it's three consecutive years of accidents, and the first two years were the Defence Against the Dark Arts professors you personally selected."

Dumbledore was dumbfounded.

"Then you're suspicious of me?" Harry's tone was calm, "Doubt me and help exonerate the man who killed my parents?" ”

Fudge was stunned for a moment and waved his hand: "No, that's not what I meant. ”

"Minister Fudge, Sirius can get away with it, and that's a good thing for you." Harry leaned forward slightly with his hands on his head.

Fudge was stunned: "A good thing? ”

"The Ministry of Magic is incompetent." Harry spoke slowly, "It's already an indisputable fact. ”

Fudge's eyes narrowed, anger welling up on his face.

Scrimgeour didn't look very good.

"But the great, wise Minister Fudge has been working to change the Ministry of Magic for three years since he took office in '90 to make it a truly effective institution for all wizards."

Fudge was about to curse when he heard Harry praise himself, and he was stunned and listened patiently.

"And the first thing to solve is the past mistakes of the Ministry of Magic."

"Under the leadership of Minister Fudge, we will uncover an incident thirteen years ago, when the Ministry of Magic fabricated lies and the truth was covered up in order to scribble the case."

"He saw the incompetence of the former minister, or the former minister, and quickly remedied it and found the real killers of the Potters."

"Give back the innocence of Sirius Black, the sole heir to the oldest pure-blood family, who has been wronged for thirteen years."

"As for Peter Pettigrew, he intended to kill Harry Potter in the process of escaping, and under Potter's counterattack, he was unfortunately killed by a legitimate counterattack."

Speaking of this, Harry paused and looked at Fudge, "What do you think, Minister Fudge?" ”

Fudge's eyes lit up.

The incompetent Ministry of Magic needs the wise and great Fudge to save it, and most importantly, there is no Dumbledore in this matter.

All thanks to Minister Fudge, who was "discerning".

"You're right, Mr. Potter." Fudge furrowed his brows, smiled slightly, and stood up, "The responsibility of the Ministry of Magic is to manage every wizard. ”

"Punish every sin and ensure the safety of good people."

As he spoke, he puffed out his chest like a truly wise Minister of Magic, "Rufus, bring Peter's corpse, oh yes, and that piece of evidence, that bottle of memory." ”

Scrimgeour stood up: "Yes, Minister. ”

Fudge's eyes rolled, "Where's Blake?" ”

Right beside him, a muffled voice sounded: "I'm here." ”

Fudge hurriedly turned his head, looked at Blake, who was close to him, smiled and nodded, and made a promise: "Don't worry, Mr. Black, the Ministry of Magic will definitely give you a clean slate." ”

There is one more watch, before ten o'clock!

It's a little slow today, and I'll speed it up tomorrow~

(End of chapter)