Chapter 313
Shadows and Messages
Chapter 313 Shadows and Messages
After the words were spoken in a very low voice, Lupin, who had a keen sense of hearing, widened his eyes in astonishment, and Fudge opened Sirius' hand with a "whoosh", as if he was scalded.
His face turned pale in an instant, and he stared at Sirius in horror, his small eyes flickering in suspicion, as if he saw some terrible shadow through him.
Beside him, the dark-skinned bald wizard had a solemn expression on his face. He looked at Sirius with inquiring eyes, as if he wanted to see through his flesh and blood and see the soul inside.
Sirius smiled calmly and stretched out his hand again: "Minister, you can take me away."
Fudge stepped back as if the hands were a pair of poisonous snakes. He stammered:
"Ah...you...this...arrest...I think...I think there are still some unclear points in this matter. We can't blindly arrest innocent people..."
Lupin had been staring at Sirius in shock, but he immediately shifted his attention upon hearing that and was almost amused by Fudge's evasive words.
——That’s not what Fudge said when he was arguing with him before!
He swore solemnly, almost saying that Sirius was the one who planned everything and was a dark wizard who was hiding deeply. Not arresting him would be an insult to the people of the wizarding world and to the dead James and Lily.
Lupin was almost morally kidnapped by him.
As a result, Fudge just stammered a few words, turned around and left quickly with a group of Aurors.
Only then did Lupin have time to think about what he had heard.
He frowned and looked at his friend, questioningly: "Sirius, what you just said..."
"You'll have to ask Harry about that."
The momentum that Sirius put on disappeared in an instant, and he nodded, signaling the boy who was sticking his head out from behind the door.
"Ved taught me that!"
Harry blinked his eyes, looking innocent: "I didn't know it would be so effective."
"Yeah, yeah, Fudge just ran away! Such a coward! I don't know how he became Minister!"
Sirius was a little happy, and then he said gloomily: "If I really knew where the rat was, I would grind that guy to ashes without them telling me!"
Lupin had become accustomed to Sirius's recent moody temper - ever since the news of Peter Pettigrew's escape from prison came, Sirius had been going out early and coming back late every day, trying to catch the traitor.
As time went by, there was no news about the three people, especially Peter Pettigrew. Everyone suspected that the man must have learned from his previous lesson and turned into a rat to hide in Muggle society.
The world is so big that it is almost impossible to find a mere mouse.
As a result, Sirius' temper became more and more irritable as he was busy day after day.
Last time, it was also at Harry's request that he was willing to take the time to accompany the two children for a walk around Diagon Alley.
In name, it was to buy things for the children; in reality, everyone also wanted to give Sirius some relaxation.
After listening to Harry's explanation, Lupin was not relieved, but frowned even more tightly.
"Ved? How could he come up with this idea? Forget it, I'll ask him myself."
"But..." Harry said, "If Fudge is scared away, Sirius had better Apparate away immediately - that's what Vader said."
"Leave?" Lupin was a little confused, then he understood: "Fake is still fake after all, they can't be fooled for long. Sirius, you go to Hogwarts first..."
"No, I'm not going to Hogwarts." Sirius shook his head: "I have somewhere else to go."
"Where?" Harry demanded.
Sirius patted his head and said, "I recently found out that Gal, who escaped from prison with me, has a relative in Glasgow, Scotland. I want to go look for him."
Lupin nodded: "Be careful on the road." He did not offer to go together because someone had to keep an eye on Harry.
Even if the possibility is small, we must be on guard against Peter coming to attack Harry.
……
Blake's voice echoed in Fudge's mind. He walked faster and his fingers trembled unconsciously.
His mind was in a mess, and he was completely unable to achieve the "calmness" required for Apparition. He could only walk as fast as possible, as if that would allow him to leave all his worries and fears behind him.
And...that creepy sentence.
"We are not afraid of being misunderstood. For the greater good, sacrifice is honor. My honor is called loyalty."
At first glance, it sounded like Black was making a nonsensical excuse, but every word he said aroused Fudge's deepest fear.
It was as if we had returned to decades ago, when the whole world was shrouded in a black shadow and the black-clad wizard army shouting slogans was fanatical and efficient, cruel and restrained.
At that time, Fudge was just an insignificant young man, like a piece of paper that could be torn easily in front of the Witch Party led by Gellert.
He left Britain with passion and went to a country where Wachowski was rampant, hoping to help those who were hurt.
As a result, in less than three months, Fudge fled back to England like a frightened bird, and his experiences during that period left a deep shadow in his heart.
After Grindelwald entered Nurmengard, Fudge thought that the Witch Party was completely finished, but he didn't expect that today, the memory of death was awakened again.
"What's going on? Is the Witch Party going to make a comeback? Did Grindelwald escape from Nurmengard? Why didn't I receive any news? Did the Austrian Ministry of Magic hide the truth?"
Fudge muttered to himself, his scalp tingling at the thought of the witch party wreaking havoc on his own land.
Voldemort's Death Eaters are already scary enough, but if the even scarier Witch Party were to be resurrected...
Why don't we let Dumbledore be the Minister of Magic... Only he can stop those guys from doing whatever they want...
"minister."
"Minister Fudge!"
Fudge was immersed in fantasy and had even begun to think about which country would be the safest to escape to after abdicating, when he was suddenly awakened by a voice behind him.
Fudge was a little angry at first, but seeing that it was his capable subordinate, he patiently asked:
"What is it, Kingsley?"
Kingsley Shacklebolt, a dark-skinned, bald man, said, "Minister, I don't think Sirius Black is who you think he is."
Fudge frowned. "Did you hear what he said? Do you know what those words mean?"
"I heard a little."
Kingsley said calmly: "But Minister, the subordinates who followed that man are now old. If they secretly trained the next generation, allowing the Witch Party to continue and regain power, would they let Black be exposed for such a small matter?"
Fudge was stunned, a confused and honest expression on his sturdy face.
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