After Umbridge helped him sort out his little troubles, Fudge suddenly felt refreshed.
When he saw the dying Peter Pettigrew tied to a chair and being tortured, he no longer found him so disgusting.
Instead, he felt that Peter Pettigrew was his treasure and must be protected.
At least this injury needs to be treated, otherwise Peter may not be able to survive and be sent to the Wizengamot for trial, and he will die directly.
Who tortured me...it was so cruel!
Fudge took a closer look and found that Peter was missing a few fingers and his legs were broken. It seemed that Peter had been given some magic potion. The pain was no longer as simple as pure physical torture.
Alas, Fudge is too kind-hearted to see this!
So, he walked out of the office quickly, out of sight and out of mind.
From a distance, Fudge saw Dumbledore talking to a young wizard.
He recognized it immediately as Newt's grandson...Rolf Scamander.
On Rolf's first day of school, Fudge sent Diggory to the train station to investigate and check his suitcase to see if there were any dangerous magical animals hidden there.
Newt had too much dark history, and Fudge was also afraid that his grandson would imitate him and cause big news like the escape of magical animals, causing numerous deaths and injuries to teachers and students at Hogwarts.
Fortunately, Luofu has always behaved himself and seems to be an honest person, unlike his grandfather.
Of course, Fudge was deeply impressed by Rove, and also because of the legendary photo that Rita broke the news about last summer:
Dozens of the most prominent and outstanding wizards in the world gathered together!
As the only young man, Luo Fu stood in the middle of the group photo, and with that outstanding face, it’s hard to forget!
Fudge walked over and said with a smile on his face:
"Albus, I have listened to Peter Pettigrew's confession. I will have this case retried as soon as possible, vindicate Black, and give him justice!"
Dumbledore looked at Fudge in surprise. The minister was a little reluctant just now. How could this change so quickly?
But since Fudge is willing to reopen the trial, Dumbledore has nothing to say.
"Thank you for your hard work, Connelly."
"Albus, don't say that." Fudge said with a righteous look on his face:
"For the sake of the magic world, I don't care no matter how much hardship I endure. No matter how tired I am, I will always face it. This is me, a conscientious Minister of Magic..."
Dumbledore was not very fond of this kind of official tone. He coughed a few times and said, "Cornelly, I have one more thing to tell you."
"Whatever it is, just say it!" Fudge patted his chest and said, "I'll have someone do it right away!"
"Professor Lockhart, he was attacked by Peter Pettigrew and is now seriously injured. He may not survive for long."
"Peter deserves to die!" Fudge said with an angry look on his face, fiddling with the dark green top hat in his hand:
"I know that Lockhart is also a promising young talent. My wife particularly likes his books and is still a loyal fan of him.
She had attended his book club several times, and every time she came back, she was always full of praise for Lockhart and praised him for being so awesome!
Alas... God is jealous of talents!
"
Luo Fu stood aside and said nothing, just thinking, is this book club... serious?
Fudge said this, but he was also thinking in his heart, this Defense Against Dark Arts position is... really evil!
How many of these people have died?
"Albus, have you found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Fudge looked concerned, but he was actually curious about who the new unlucky guy was.
"Not yet." Dumbledore said with some melancholy: "I sent letters to many people, but they all rejected me, especially Mr. Malfoy.
I think since he is so passionate about education, even though he is no longer a school director, he can continue to shine in the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... What a pity."
"..."
"So, Lucius was really kicked off the board of directors?" Fudge asked.
"Yes, in order to drive me out, he once threatened other school directors that if they disagreed with his opinions, he would curse their families." Dumbledore said with a smile:
"The other eleven school directors were not satisfied with Malfoy's behavior, so they kicked him out of the board of directors."
"That's a shame." Fudge sighed. He felt that Malfoy was so stupid. How could he dare to go against Dumbledore?
Fudge would not do this. He would only act like a good student and ask Dumbledore for advice on everything... Everyone would see this and support him as minister.
You can have everything you want by licking a dog!
"Albus, I also have something to ask you." Fudge asked:
"Who captured Peter Pettigrew? I will find a way to help apply for the Order of Merlin in recognition of his merits.
Level two, no problem, but level one, I need to find a way to fight for it!"
This is what Fudge came up with, not only to give Blake a lot of publicity, but also to make the wizard who captured Peter a recipient of the Order of Merlin... The bigger the noise, the more trouble Crouch will encounter.
Rolf raised his eyebrows, and Hermione really got it right. He thanked: "Thank you, Minister."
Fudge glared at Rolf and said, "Did you capture Peter Pettigrew?"
"Yes, let me introduce you to Cornelius." Dumbledore said warmly: "This is Rolf Scamander."
"I know, he is the grandson of Mr. Newt Scamander." Fudge extended his hand enthusiastically and said with a smile, "You are really young and promising."
"You've received the award, it's all because of the school's cultivation." Luo Fu also spoke in an official tone, cheerfully perfunctory.
Fudge suddenly remembered something, he frowned and said: "Rolph, if you are, you are in some trouble."
"What's wrong?"
"You are only twelve years old this year, right? You are the youngest recipient of the award!"
Fudge lamented: "The review of Sir Merlin has always been very picky, and they are generally not very friendly to young applicants."
Luo Fu nodded slightly, but thought that he was not an ordinary person.
He knew most of the wizards who reviewed Sir Merlin, such as Gsilda Marchbain... They attended Nico's funeral together.
They are all acquaintances, hey, this is a network of connections!
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Along the road paved with black rocks, a group of wizards walked to a cell.
There was only one prisoner in the room. He was sitting in the corner leaning against the wall. His robe was in pieces, his hair was disheveled, and he was covered in mud. He was silent and his face could not be seen clearly.
"Sirius Black," Scrimgeour began, "can you hear me?"
But the man just sat there, like a "living" corpse, just not buried.
"Isn't he already crazy?" Behind Scrimgeour, a wizard with short hair stood, and he frowned:
"No one can live healthy and healthy under the influence of dementors. This guy has been imprisoned for eleven years."
"Open the door, Delis!" said Scrimgeour.
"Yes, head!" The short-haired wizard took out a key and inserted it into the dusty keyhole.
With a creaking sound, the solid door was opened.
Scrimgeour walked into the room, stood in front of Sirius, and said in a deep voice:
"Black, we are going to transfer you to the Ministry of Magic. Things have taken a turn for the worse, and we need to try you again."
But the man still didn't respond.
Scrimgeour thought for a moment and sighed: "Peter Pettigrew is still alive. He has been captured."
The prisoner suddenly raised his head and stared at Scrimgeour. His voice was hoarse and he made some noise, like the roar of a wild animal, but he had not spoken for so long that his mouth was unclear and no one could hear what he was saying.
.
"Peter has really been caught," Scrimgeour repeated:
"Rolf Scamander has caught him, the case will be retried, and then you can be free."
Blake's cloudy eyes regained clarity little by little. He repeated Rove's name incomprehensibly, then suddenly stood up and ran outside.
The Aurors wanted to chase him out, but were stopped by Scrimgeour.
Blake ran like this, falling to the ground several times, but regardless of the pain, he got up and continued running.
But he was too thin and didn't have much strength, so he fell to the ground again.
Blake lay there, clutching his chest filled with sad memories, and let out a hoarse whimpering sound, like a... wild dog covered in scars.
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(Thanks to the boss "Badger Lexianzun" for the reward.)
