Dumbledore looked at Peter Pettigrew with interest, as if he were watching some theatrical performance.
Peter's emotions suddenly lost control. 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 is here to kill me again! Professor Dumbledore, please save me..."
When a person's anger reaches a threshold, he will suddenly calm down. This is the case with Sirius. At the beginning, he was in a state of extreme anger. After seeing Peter and hearing his voice, his anger escalated to a higher level.
But he himself calmed down strangely.
Sirius glanced at Peter indifferently, not bothering to argue with him, and just let him jump up and down.
"Can you tell me why you are willing to be a mouse for twelve years? I am not an Animagus, so I can't quite understand your thoughts - is it possible to become obsessed with that feeling after turning into an animal? Mi
Leva seems to often turn into a cat, but she doesn't act like a cat 24 hours a day?" Dumbledore interrupted Pettigrew's defense and asked curiously.
He looked like a curious student.
"Because...because..." Beads of sweat began to appear on Peter Pettigrew's forehead.
Sirius snorted disdainfully, "You haven't been hiding from me these twelve years, but you have been hiding from Voldemort's old subordinates, right? I heard a lot of interesting things in Azkaban, those die-hard Voldemort's
Zhong Zai kept mumbling in his dream, wanting to find you and ask you to confess how you deceived their great master - Voldemort went to the Potter's house based on your information, and was defeated there...
Tsk, tsk, tsk, not every Death Eater has been thrown into Azkaban, there are still many left outside, waiting for the opportunity. Peter, you should be lucky, they all thought you were dead."
Peter trembled, as if he was frightened by the scene described by Black, and also seemed frightened by the three words Voldemort.
"I...I don't understand what you are talking about - it is normal for Voldemort's subordinates to want to take revenge on me, because I sent their most capable general and the person who had been infiltrating the Order of the Phoenix for the longest time to Azkaban...
"
However, under the gazes of Lupine and Sirius, the more he spoke, the less confident he became, and his voice gradually became smaller, and finally he burst into tears.
"Professor Dumbledore, how long do you want to watch the show?" Sirius looked at Dumbledore impatiently, "I believe you have come to a conclusion! If you still don't believe it, you can let Snape have a snotty nose.
Come and give us both some truth serum."
Dumbledore nodded, he believed Sirius's words almost the moment he saw Peter.
"It just so happens that Fudge will come over in a while. I think all this should be over. Let's deal with these things before Christmas."
Seeing Dumbledore's reaction, Peter wailed, then rolled his eyes and fainted. However, no one in this room cared about his behavior.
Dumbledore glanced at the clock on the wall and said to himself: "Fudge should be here too."
Sure enough, a few minutes later there was a knock on the door of his office. After Percy opened the door, Fudge and Professor McGonagall walked in together.
"Albus, there are so many people here -" Fudge's voice choked because he saw Sirius standing in the office, looking at him coldly.
"Sirius... you, you!" Fudge was too excited to speak. He took out his wand, "Albus, thank you, this is the best Christmas gift!"
He thought Dumbledore had captured Sirius in the house.
"The Christmas gifts are not just Sirius, but also this." Lupine dragged the dead pig-like Peter in front of Fudge, "Minister Fudge, I believe you should also have an impression of him."
Looking at Peter, Fudge only felt that he looked familiar. When he recognized who it was, he took a breath of cold air.
"This, this, this..." Fudge didn't know how to describe his mood. Even as slow as he was, he knew that there was something wrong with the development of the plot after seeing Peter Pettigrew.
Dumbledore patiently told Fudge the truth.
After listening, Fudge froze on the spot.
"Merlin!" he groaned. Fudge now felt that Sirius might as well not have been caught! What he had to face now was not as simple a problem as a fugitive.
After investigation, this is a serious dereliction of duty!
The Ministry of Magic threw an innocent man into Azkaban for twelve years, and at the same time awarded the real culprit a medal - they didn't even find out whether the man was dead or not!
Just posting such a straightforward statement in the Daily Prophet would cause an uproar, not to mention a group of reporters who are good at arousing emotions.
What's even worse is that the person directly responsible for the Blake case was Cornelius Fudge.
Fudge's body swayed.
"Now that the truth has been revealed, I think it's time to restore Sirius' innocence and bring the real culprit to justice." Dumbledore said from the side. His voice was not loud, but unusually firm.
Fudge's face turned pale, and he wanted to open his mouth to say something several times, but finally nodded. Sirius and Lupine beside him breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, feeling that the boulder hanging in their hearts had finally fallen to the ground. Sirius even more so
There is a feeling of relaxation.
He had never said anything in the past, but subconsciously he was still very concerned about the identity of this fugitive. After today's innocence, a long-lost sense of relief came to his mind.
"Should we call Harry over?" Lupine thought for a moment, feeling that now seemed like an excellent opportunity to bridge the gap between Sirius and Harry.
Dumbledore thought for a moment and agreed to his proposal.
"So where is he? I believe you two can find him." Dumbledore looked at Lupine and winked at him.
Lupine understood, walked to the corner and took out the Marauder's Map, looking for traces of Harry on it. However, the more he searched, the weirder his expression became: he was surprised to find that Harry's name was not on the map at all!
Ten thousand hippogriffs raced through his mind.
Today is Hogsmeade's open day, and with the invisibility cloak passed down by James, Lupine immediately guessed that little Harry must have sneaked into Hogsmeade on his own.
Good guy, this is very Gryffindor, worthy of being James' child! He thought in his heart.
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The temperature has dropped, please keep warm.
Sorry, this update is a little late. But the debts owed will still be repaid, and the emperor is not a defaulter.