"He won't be able to sit in that position for long."
Albert sat next to Isobel, took a big sip of the foaming hot butterbeer, and felt his body warming up from the inside out.
"That's really sad news."
Isobel felt that Cornelius Fudge was quite unlucky. Since Albert said this, he would probably lose his position as Minister of Magic in the near future.
"Back then, I predicted his success on the Hogwarts Express, and for this I earned my first pot of gold coins in the wizarding world." Albert said with emotion.
"At that time, you shouldn't know how to divination, right?"
Isobel felt that this was very likely. Otherwise, how could Albert, who had just entered the magic world, invest a large amount of Galleons in the guessing activity?
"It's just pure luck. I'm very confident in my luck, and my wand can also bring me luck." Albert pulled out the redwood wand and added with a smile: "Mr. Ollivander said it himself.
A redwood wand brings luck to the user."
Isobel took a sip of butterbeer silently, not believing Albert's nonsense at all.
"Thanks to the money we made, our subsequent transaction was possible. Speaking of which, we should be grateful to him for being able to get together." Albert looked across the tables in front of him and looked at the back of the Minister of Magic.
He said in a calm tone: "Now, I am here to predict his failure. The summer when he graduated from Hogwarts was the moment when he was kicked down from his height."
"You're just thanking him like this?" Isobel raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she wanted to laugh.
"The result was not caused by me, it was his own problem."
"Am I becoming more and more like a magician?" Albert suddenly said: "Actually, I am considering whether to get myself the title of prophet. I heard that this profession is quite respected by everyone."
"Well, by the way, I can make up a guise for myself that I have been able to see some fragments of the future since I was a child, and disguise myself as a genius who has had the gift of prophecy since I was a child." Albert seemed to be seriously thinking about the feasibility of this plan.
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"Did you learn this deceptive rhetoric from Professor Trelawney?" Isobel felt that she had discovered what Albert had learned from Professor Trelawney.
"You actually discovered it." Albert stretched out his hand to grab Isobel's soft palm and said to himself: "Professor Trelawney often complained to me that she was regarded as a liar by others, and no one believed her.
She has the ability to predict, but I think this is entirely because she cannot prove to everyone that she can predict the future, otherwise no one would regard her as a liar instead of thinking that prophets are mysterious guys."
"Are you sure those so-called prophets are not afraid that their predictions will be wrong, so they pretend to be mysterious and deliberately ambiguous?" Isobel bluntly exposed the tricks of the "prophets".
No prophet can guarantee that the future he predicts will not change. In order to maintain the "title and reputation" of a prophet, it is obviously necessary to be ambiguous, because no matter what the outcome is, he can give a "reasonable"
explanation of.
"Sometimes even if you see through it, don't tell it."
"Have you told the whole pub, Hagrid?"
Professor McGonagall's angry voice suddenly came from the bar. The atmosphere in the bar was stagnant. Everyone secretly turned their heads to look in the direction of the bar and pricked up their ears to eavesdrop. Everyone was curious about what the professors were talking about and why McGonagall was talking.
Professor Ge would be so excited.
However, the five people sitting at the bar seemed to have deliberately lowered their voices when they spoke in order to prevent others from eavesdropping. If you were farther away, you wouldn't be able to hear what they were saying, not to mention that the bar was already very noisy.
However, this did not trouble Albert at all. He took out a small box from the right pocket of his robe, which contained something similar to an earphone.
"What's this?"
Isobel noticed what Albert took out and asked in a low voice.
"A gadget for eavesdropping."
When Albert went to buy butterbeer, he quietly threw the magic version of the bug in the corner of the counter.
"The principle of this thing is a bit like a magic version of the radio, but it is still a semi-finished product and has many flaws. It will not work if it is too far away." Albert motioned for Isobel to come over and listen together.
"They were talking about Blake."
Isobel approached Albert and heard the professors' voices.
"You would think that Black and Potter are brothers, they are almost inseparable!" Professor Flitwick's voice came from the earphones.
"...When James and Lily got married, Black was the best man, and they asked Black to be Harry's godfather." This time it was Fudge, and a lot of news was revealed.
"Things seem to be getting interesting."
Albert looked towards the fireplace, where Hermione and Ron were pretending to drink butterbeer. They obviously heard Fudge's words.
As for Harry Potter hiding under the invisibility cloak, even if Albert couldn't see it, it was not difficult to guess what his expression was now.
Isobel followed Albert's gaze and noticed Ron and Hermione eavesdropping by the Christmas tree. Harry Potter was obviously also eavesdropping on the conversation there.
They listened quietly to the conversation over there and quickly weaved the context of the entire incident.
Harry Potter's parents were hunted by a mysterious man and used the Fidelity Charm to protect themselves. As their friend, Black became their secret keeper, but Black betrayed them in the end, causing the Potters to be killed by the mysterious man.
"Destiny is so clever sometimes." Albert said softly, "It made Harry Potter hear the truth."
Isobel also felt that this incident was indeed a bit dramatic.
Harry Potter just happened to sneak into Hogsmeade village, and ended up hearing the professors talking about Black and his father in the bar?
It was as if the professors came to the Three Broomsticks for a drink just to let Harry Potter know the whole thing. It was such a coincidence.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Dirty, stinking traitor!" Hagrid's angry voice echoed throughout the bar, so that the whole bar fell silent instantly.
The students in the bar all pricked up their ears, listening to Hagrid loudly recount his experience of meeting Black.
However, they had no way of knowing the dramatic changes that would follow.
Peter Pettigrew, a good friend of Black and Potter, found Black before the Ministry of Magic and asked him face to face why he betrayed the Potters. As a result, Black used a spell to blow him up.
Black was captured by the arriving Aurors and imprisoned in Azkaban Prison without trial.
"As far as I know, the largest remnant of Peter Pettigrew found by the Ministry of Magic is a finger." Albert said softly, looking at the leaving figures of Professor McGonagall and others.
"A finger?"
Isobel also noticed some problems. Evil spells can indeed make people disappear, but leaving only one finger is a bit suspicious.
After all, it's hard to believe that in any kind of duel, someone would lose a finger first.
From the perspective of a bystander, Isobel could see it more clearly than others, and there were obviously other reasons why Albert mentioned this matter deliberately.
"What secret did you discover?" Isobel said with a strange expression, "Don't you think that Black is the innocent person and Peter Pettigrew is the betrayer."
If you think about it carefully, it is really possible. Reality is sometimes more magical than fiction.
Moreover, Isobel suspected that Albert might have a key clue.
"I discovered something." Albert said mysteriously after making sure no one was eavesdropping.
"What's up?"
"Who is the maker of the Marauder's Map?" Albert raised his wand and conjured an umbrella to block the flying snowflakes above Isobel's head.
"Is it the same map you used before?"
"Prongs, Padfoot, Wormtail and Moony."
"You mean the moon face is Professor Lupin?" Isobel felt that this nickname was very suitable, directly hinting at Professor Lupine's werewolf identity.
Professor Lupine was a friend of Potter's father, and together with Black and Peter, there were exactly four of them.
Professor McGonagall just said that James and Black like to be naughty and mischievous, and Hagrid also thinks that the Weasley brothers are very similar to them.
"The prongs should refer to James Potter, who is good at Quidditch and likes to be in the limelight. Wormtail refers to Peter Pettigrew who follows the two of them, and Padfoot should refer to Sirius Black." Isobel
Quickly match the nickname with the name.
But what do their nicknames actually mean?
Isobel couldn't figure it out, and looked at Albert beside her, waiting for the other party to reveal the secret, but Albert didn't seem to have any intention of telling it, and it was too annoying to be intriguing.
So, she reached out and pinched Albert's waist secretly, but unfortunately he was wearing too thick clothes and didn't feel anything at all.
"This is not the right place to talk about this."
Albert bared his teeth and pretended to be pinched.
The two went to the Hogsmeade hut and returned to Hogwarts Castle through the vanishing cabinet there.
"Okay, tell me what you know." Isobel asked.
"Moon Face refers to Professor Lupine's werewolf identity, so does their nickname represent their transformation?" Albert expressed his speculation.
"Transformation?" Isobel asked in disbelief, "You mean the Animagus? If so, the prongs should refer to the horns of some kind of animal, sheep, cattle or deer. With James
Porter likes to show off his personality, and the Bucks are more suitable."
"Padfoot should be Padfoot. By the way, the black dog from before was not looking for food, but for a newspaper. There was a newspaper around at that time, but we stared at it, so it took it away.
Half a piece of bread."
"Black itself means black. No wonder you noticed the black dog at that time. Did you already know that the dog was Black?" Isobel thought that if the Ministry of Magic didn't know that Black could turn into a black dog,
In the case of a dog, it is basically impossible to catch him.
Moreover, it is not impossible for Black to escape from Azkaban Prison if he turns into a dog.
After all, dementors are blind and can only rely on emotion to judge. Obviously, no one has rich animal emotions, and they will not regard Black as a dog.
"So, what is Wormtail?" Isobel asked.
"I suspect it's a mouse." Albert said his findings and speculations. "The Weasley family has a mouse that has lived for five or six years, or even longer. Its name is Scabbers. It once belonged to Percy and was later given away.
Gave it to Ron, that friend of Potter. The family photo of the Weasley family that Black saw from the Daily Prophet was probably the result of seeing the mouse. He discovered that Peter Pettigrew was still alive, and that
By my godson's side, if I were Black, I would probably crawl out of hell. Not only for revenge, but also to prevent my godson from being in danger."
"Once You-Know-Who returns, Peter Pettigrew will definitely hand over Harry Potter to You-Know-Who. Who dares to say that he betrayed You-Know-Who?"
"This is really a dramatic change. The traitor turned into a hero, and the hero turned into a traitor." Isobel looked at Albert and asked, "Speaking of which, how could you know so clearly that you have indeed made relevant prophecies?
Let’s do it, and then work backwards from the results.”
"Well, it's pretty much what you guessed." Albert didn't deny it, there had to be a reason, "Actually, I once saw the name Peter on the Marauder's Map, in the common room, and I thought it was someone
The name of a cat or other animal."
"What are you going to do?" Isobel asked with a frown, "If the truth is made public, I'm afraid not many people will believe it."
In most people's perception, Blake is a traitor and a wanted criminal, and Peter Pettigrew is a hero who has died.
If Albert tells the truth rashly, people will only regard him as a lunatic and a clown who is sensationalizing.
Harry Potter is the best example.
Well, I almost forgot, Potter hasn't become an example yet.
"I'm waiting for the opportunity. Maybe I can earn Black's bounty and successfully make the truth public." Albert said carefully, "I have a plan."
"If the Ministry of Magic knows that Black is innocent, they will definitely not be willing to pay the bounty to you." Isobel reminded, "Also, they are not willing to see that Black is innocent, do you understand what I mean?
?”
If Sirius Black is innocent, that means the Ministry of Magic locked up a hero in Azkaban for more than ten years.
If this matter is exposed, the Ministry of Magic's face will be thrown to the ground and trampled on.
The operation to capture Black during this period will also turn into a huge joke.
No one wants to admit their mistakes, and no one wants to become a laughing stock.
"I know, but there is always a chance." Albert said, "It depends on how I operate this matter, and there is no need to worry that the Ministry of Magic will be disintegrated and reorganized in the future, and those pure-blood factions will become a thing of the past."
"You always like to take risks, which is not good." Isobel suspected that Albert wanted to cause something big again, and it had been planned for a long time.
"Don't worry, I will bring in other helpers and arrange things clearly for everyone."