"Minister, as long as the student doesn't have any trouble, we will try our best to cooperate with your work." Silver spread his hands, "if you can limit the range of movement of the dementor to a certain extent."

"I will try my best to arrange it. Dementors are not easy to comfort rabbits, but in order to shock and manage the most vicious criminals in the wizarding world, we can only cooperate with Dementors." Faugi said.

"I hope so, Minister." Silver smiled. "You know, many ancient wizard families hate dementors very much. They are not ruthless in protecting dementors that may hurt their children. My father told me that at the last wizard family gathering, someone proposed to sue the Ministry of Magic of England to the International Joint Wizards."

Fudge took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat beads from his head. "I think they must have not done this. This is just a misunderstanding. Can you put any questions on the stage and talk about it slowly?"

"Yes, my father persuaded them. But if the dementors make trouble again and stir their nervous nerves, then what they do will be unpredictable." Silver said.

"Oh, it's really a big loss for me to catch one Black." Fudge lamented, "Blake, Black, you're such a troublemaker."

"You know, I still don't believe this," Ms. Rosmerta mused. "Among all the people who fell into the pile of bad guys, Sirius Black was the one I never expected to do. I mean, I remember when he was a kid at Hogwarts, and if you told me at that time what he would be like, I would say you've drunk too much."

"You know less than half of the truth about the matter, Rosmerta," Fudge said with a stiff attitude. "Seldom know the worst thing he has ever done."

"The worst?" said Ms. Rosmerta, his voice full of curiosity, "You mean, is it worse than killing so many poor people?"

"Of course," said Fudge. "I can't believe it. What else can be worse than this?"

"You said you remember his situation at Hogwarts, Rosmerta," Professor McGonagall murmured, "Do you remember who his best friend is?"

"Remember of course," said Ms. Rosmerta, chuckling slightly, "the two are inseparable, aren't they? The times I see them here--oh, they always make me laugh. A good pair of partners, Sirius Black and James Porter!"

Silver heard something sounded.

"It's good," said Professor McGonagall, "Blake and Porter, the leader of their small group. Both of them are very smart, of course--to be honest, especially smart--but I don't think we've ever met a pair of people who can cause trouble--"

"I don't know," Hager said with a giggle, "can Fred and Joe Chau Weasley compete with them."

"You would think that Black and Porter are brothers!" Professor Flitvie interjected and agreed, "Inseparable!"

"Of course they are inseparable," Fudge said. "Potter trusts Black, which is more trusting than all other friends. They still did this when they graduated and left school. When James and Lily got married, Black was the best man. Then they called Black as Harry's godfather. Of course Harry didn't know. You can imagine how much this would torture him."

"Is it because Black later formed a group with the mysterious people?" Rosmerta asked in a low voice. "It's worse than this, my dear." Fudge lowered his voice and continued in a low voice. "Many people don't know that the Porters understand that the mysterious people are chasing them. Dumbledore naturally has been tirelessly opposing the mysterious people. He has many capable spies. One of the spies told Dumbledore about this, and Dumbledore immediately told James and Lily. He advised them to hide. Dumbledore told them that their best chance was the spell of loyalty." "How does that play work?" asked Ms. Rosmerta, unable to breathe because of interest. Professor Flitvie cleared his throat.

"A very complex spell," he squeaked, "involving the use of magic to hide a secret in the soul of a living person. The secret is hidden in the chosen person, or in the heart of the secret person, and it will never be possible to discover the secret from then on - of course, unless the secret person intentionally leaks it. As long as the secret person refuses to speak, the mysterious person will never be able to search the village where the Potters lived for many years, even if he flattened his nose on the glass window outside the living room of the couple!"

"So Black is the secret agent of the Porters?"

"Of course," Professor McGonagall said, "James Porter told Dumbledore that Black would rather die than tell where they were, and that Black himself was going to hide... That's it, Dumbledore was still worried. I remember he offered to be the secret agent of the Porters himself."

"Can he trust Black?" Ms. Rosmerta asked gasping.

"He must have been among those close to the Porter couple who have been telling the mysterious man their whereabouts," said Professor McGonagall gloomy. "Indeed, for a long time, he suspected that someone on our side had become a traitor and told the mysterious man a lot of information."

"But James insisted on using Black, right?"

"Yes," Fudge said heavily, "but it's less than a week after the spell of loyalty—"

"Did Black betray them?" Rosmerta asked..

"He did betray them. Black was tired of the double-faced character. He was ready to publicly announce that he supported the Mysterious Man, as if he was going to do so at the moment of Potter's death. But, as we all know, the Mysterious Man lost his hand at Harry Potter. He lost his mana and was extremely weak and had to escape. This made Black in a dilemma. As soon as Black exposed his true face, his master fell. He had no choice but to run and run-"'""The dirty, smelly traitor!" said Hager, his voice loud enough that the whole bar was quiet.

"Shh!" said Professor McGonagall.

"I met him!" Hager roared, "I must have been the last person to see him before he killed many people! After all those people were killed, I rescued Harry from the house of James and Lily! I rescued him from the ruins, a poor little thing, with a long wound on his forehead, and his parents were dead... At this time, Sirius Black appeared and rode on his usual flying motorcycle. I couldn't figure out what he was doing there. I didn't know he was the secret person of James and Lily. At that time, I thought he had heard of the attack from the mysterious man and went there to see what he could do. He was pale and trembling all over. Do you know what I did? I comforted the murderer!" Hager roared.

"Hagge, don't!" said Professor McGonagall, "Low your voice!"

"How do I know he's not sad for Lily and James? He cares about the mysterious man! Then he said, 'Give me Harry, Hagrid, I'm his godfather, I'll take care of him-'Ha! But Dumbledore ordered me, so I said no to Black. Dumbledore said Harry should go to his aunt and uncle. Black disagreed, but in the end he gave in and asked me to ride his motorcycle and send Harry there. 'I don't need this motorcycle anymore.' This is what he said. 'At that time I should have known some suspicious things. He loved that motorcycle, why did he give me the motorcycle? Why didn't he need that motorcycle anymore? Actually, it's easy to understand. Dumbledore knew that he was once the secret agent of the Porters. Black knew that he was going to run away that night, and knew that the Ministry of Magic would come to hunt him for a few hours.

"But what if I gave Harry to him? I bet he would throw Harry from the motorcycle halfway through the way. The son of his best friend! But if a witch falls, he will be careless about anything and anyone else."

Hagrid finished speaking, and everyone was silent for a long time. Then Ms. Rosmerta spoke with a certain degree of satisfaction. "But he didn't find a way to hide, right? The Ministry of Magic caught him the next day!"

"Oh, it would be great if we caught him," Fudge said painfully. "It was not us who found him. It was Petr, another friend of Porter. He must have been crazy sadness. He knew that Black was once the secret agent of the Porter couple, so he went to chase Black himself."

"Peter Pet...that fat little boy, the one who has been following them at Hogwarts?" Rosmerta asked.

"Word Potter and Black as heroes," said Professor McGonagall. "If you count smart, you're never from them. I'm always very fierce to him. You can imagine how much I regret now..." Her voice was astringent, as if she suddenly had a cold.

"Okay, Minerva," Fudge said tolerantly, "People Peter died as a hero. Witnesses—the Muggles, and afterwards we naturally erased their memories—tell us how Pet Peter pushed Black to the Jedi. They said he was sobbing. 'Lily and James, Sirius! How can you!' Then he picked up his wand. Of course, Black was faster than him. Pet Peter was blown to pieces like this."

Professor McGonagall blew his nose and said excitedly: "Silly kid. Stupid kid.. He is always bad during duels.. He should have let the Ministry of Magic do it."

"I tell you, if I caught Black before Petr, I wouldn't have any wands—I would break—one of his limbs one by one." Hager snarled.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Hagrid," said Fudge sharply. "Only the trained strikers of the Magic Law Enforcement Team can defeat Black when he is not at the end of the desperate situation. At that time, I was the deputy minister of the Magic Disaster Department, and I was the first group to arrive at the scene after Black killed so many people. I-I will never forget the scene. Sometimes I dreamed of it. A big pit in the middle of the street was so deep that the sewer pipe below was broken. There were corpses everywhere. The Muggles screamed. While Black stood there and laughed wildly, the wreckage of the Little Dwarf Peter was in front of him...a pile of blood-stained robes and not many--not many pieces--"

Fuji suddenly stopped and the sound of five people blowing their noses came.

"Well, you know the story, Rosmerta," Fudge said hoarsely, "Blake was taken away by twenty patrolmen of the Magic Law Enforcement Team, and Petr got the first-class Sir Merlin Medal. I think this is somewhat of a comfort to his poor mother. Black has been locked in Azkaban since then."

Ms. Rosmerta sighed.

"He's crazy, is that true, Minister?"

"I hope he's crazy," Fudge said slowly, "I believe that the failure of his master made him mentally ill for a period of time. Killing Petr and so many Muggles was something that a desperate, desperate man did--brutally, purposeless. But the last time I visited Azkaban, I met Black. You know, most of the prisoners there sat there, yelling at themselves in the dark, and they were no longer aware of it... But,

What shocked me was that Black seemed normal. He said to me in a very organized manner. I was upset. You would think he was just bored. Ask me if I had finished reading the newspaper and were so calm that he wanted to do crossword games in the newspaper. Those dementors didn't have any effect on him. This really shocked me. And he was a prisoner there, and there were many people watching over him. You know. The jailer was right at his door, and there were all day and night."

"But, what do you want him to escape?" asked Ms. Rosmerta. "Oh my God. Minister. He won't go to the mysterious man again, will he?" "I dare say it's his—oh—the final plan," Fudge said vaguely, "but we had hoped to catch Black before that. I must say that if the mysterious man was alone and had no friends, it would be a situation... but if he returned his most loyal servant, I would shudder at the thought that he would soon make a comeback."

"I don't think so, Minister Sirius won't go to find mysterious people." Silver, who had been listening quietly, suddenly interrupted.

"Why?" Fudge asked in confusion.

"He wouldn't leave here to go to the Black Forest in Albania, because this is not the choice of a person like Black..."

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Chapter completed!