The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

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Dumbledore looked at Peter Pettigrew with interest, as if he were watching a theatrical performance.

Peter's emotions went out of control all of a sudden, he roared at everyone, his high-pitched voice almost pierced everyone's eardrums: "He killed James and Lily!"

He jumped up, pointed at Sirius with a missing finger and shouted, "Now he's killing me again! Professor Dumbledore, save me..."

When a person's anger reaches a threshold, he will suddenly calm down. Sirius is like this. At the beginning, he was in a state of extreme anger. After seeing Peter and hearing his voice, his anger increased to a higher level, but he himself calmed down strangely.

Sirius glanced at Peter indifferently, didn't bother to argue with him, and let him jump up and down there.

"Can you tell me, why are you willing to be a mouse for twelve years? I'm not an Animagus, so I don't understand your thoughts very well - do you become obsessed with that feeling after becoming an animal? It seems that Leva often turns into a cat, but she doesn't become a cat 24 hours a day?" Dumbledore interrupted Pettigrew's defense and asked very curiously.

He looked like a curious student.

"Because...because..." Beads of sweat began to appear on Peter Pettigrew's forehead.

Sirius snorted disdainfully, "You are not hiding from me for the past twelve years, but hiding from Voldemort's old subordinates? I heard a lot of interesting things in Azkaban. Zhong Zai kept mumbling in his dreams, trying to find you and make you confess how you deceived their great master - Voldemort went to Potter's house according to your information, and was beaten there... Tsk tsk tsk, but not every Death Eater was thrown into Azkaban, and there were quite a few left out there, waiting for the moment. Peter, you should be lucky, they all thought you were dead."

Peter shuddered, as if frightened by the scene Black described, as if frightened by the three words Voldemort.

"I...I don't understand what you're talking about - it's normal for Voldemort's men to want revenge on me, because I sent their best cadre, the longest nail in the Order of the Phoenix, into Azkaban... "

However, under the gazes of Lupin and Sirius, the more he spoke, the less confident he became, and his voice gradually became smaller, and finally he cried out with a wow.

"Professor Dumbledore, how long do you want to watch the play?" Sirius looked at Dumbledore impatiently, "I believe you have come to a conclusion! If you still don't believe it, you can make Snape snot. Come and give us two some Veritaserum."

Dumbledore nodded, believing Sirius almost as soon as he saw Peter.

"Well, Fudge will be here in a while, and I think it's all over. Let's get these things done by Christmas."

Seeing Dumbledore's reaction, Peter wailed, then rolled his eyes and passed out. But no one in this room cared about his behavior.

Dumbledore glanced at the clock on the wall and said to himself: "Fudge should be coming too."

Sure enough, a few minutes later there was a knock on the door of his office. After Percy opened the door, Fudge entered with Professor McGonagall.

"Albus, you have a lot of people here—" Fudge's voice choked, because he saw Sirius standing in the office, looking at him coldly.

"Sirius...you, you!" Fudge was speechless with excitement, he drew out his wand, "Albus, thank you, this is the best Christmas present!"

He thought that Sirius in the room was caught by Dumbledore.

"It's not just Sirius, but this one." Lupin dragged the dead pig-like Peter to Fudge, "Minister Fudge, I believe you should have an impression of him."

Looking at Peter, Fudge only felt familiar, and when he recognized who it was, he gasped.

"This, this..." Fudge didn't know how to describe his mood. Even as dull as he was, seeing Peter Pettigrew knew something was wrong in the development of the plot.

Dumbledore patiently told Fudge the truth of the matter.

After listening, Fudge froze in place.

"Merlin's on!" he moaned. Fudge now thinks that Sirius might as well have not been caught! Now he has to face more than the simple problem of a fugitive.

This is serious malfeasance!

The Ministry of Magic put an innocent man in Azkaban for twelve years, and also awarded a medal to the real murderer - they didn't even know if the man was dead!

This kind of text is simply posted on the Daily Prophet, and it will cause an uproar, not to mention the group of reporters who are good at mobilizing emotions.

To make matters worse, Cornelius Fudge was directly responsible for the Black case.

Fudge swayed.

"Now that the truth is out, I think it's time to clear Sirius and bring the culprit to justice," Dumbledore said on the side. His voice was not loud, but he was unusually firm.

Fudge turned pale and tried to open his mouth several times to say something, but finally nodded. Sirius and Lupin sighed in relief at the same time, feeling that the boulder hanging in their hearts finally fell to the ground. Sirius has a more relaxed feeling.

He didn't say anything in the past, but subconsciously he was very concerned about the identity of this fugitive. After today's injustice, a long-lost sense of relief came to my mind.

"Would you like to call Harry over?" Lupin thought about it, feeling that it seemed like a perfect opportunity to bridge the gap between Sirius and Harry.

Dumbledore considered it for a while ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and agreed with his proposal.

"So where is he? I'm sure you two can find him." Dumbledore looked at Lupin and winked at him.

Lupin understood, went to the corner and took out the Marauder's map, looking for Harry's trace on it. But the more he looked for him, the more weird he looked: he was surprised to find that Harry's name was not on the map at all!

Ten thousand hippogriffs ran through his mind.

Today is the Hogsmeade Open Day, and with the invisibility cloak passed down by James, Lupin immediately guessed that little Harry must have sneaked to Hogsmeade by himself.

Good guy, this is Gryffindor, worthy of James' child! He thought to himself.

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It's getting cold, so keep warm.

Sorry, this is a bit late. However, the debts owed will still be repaid, and the emperor is not someone who defaults on his debts.