Living peacefully at Hogwarts

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Anyway, Karak and Avery had a miserable deal and the reporters stood firmly behind them.

No way, who is Connelly Fudge is really unwelcome.

Not only those members of the Ministry of Magic, but even reporters like them are also looking forward to this old guy's resignation and cede the position of minister to someone who is truly capable.

"There should be some misunderstanding..."

Angry eyes flushed, but Connelly Fudge knew it was not the time to be impulsive.

Who would have thought that the two scumbags could bring reporters together...

The Ministry of Magic's wind rating cannot be lowered any more, and if it is lowered, it will be gone!

"misunderstanding?"

Connelly Fudge's change of attitude seemed to be a signal, and Avery narrowed his eyes.

"Then our "death bloom" stigma is also a misunderstanding out of thin air?"

Born to be human, can you have a face!

If possible, Cornelius Fudge really wants to ask him this question.

After the escape incident, the Ministry of Magic has not received any news, but the wind came out from Paradise Street first. It is said that your "death bloom" has nothing to do with the escape incident, who believes it!

However, he couldn't speak easily under such circumstances.

"Ah."

When Karak saw Cornelius Fudge's expression, he knew that the heat was about to come, and he didn't continue to be "reasonable".

"Forget it, forget it, we didn't come to quarrel, remember?"

With a red face, there must be a white face, and Karak knows this well.

Avery winked at the same person as he was talking about business.

"In view of the Ministry of Magic's misunderstanding of our "death bloom", I, the head of business Karak Borken..."

Avery also took another sentence.

"And me, Chief Executive Avery."

The two said in unison.

"Decided to resolutely cooperate with the work of the Ministry of Magic and support the three hundred security officers as a viable force to search for prisoners, so that light and justice will shine again in England!"

What is this operation?

Cornelius Fudge and the officials of the Ministry of Magic were stunned.

At that moment, they even doubted their own judgment.

Could it be that......

The Azkaban escape this time, really has nothing to do with "death bloom"?

Old Fudge was also suspicious.

But seeing the false smiles on Karak and Avery's faces, he suddenly became alert and smelled a hint of conspiracy.

No, this must be part of Sauron's plan!

Almost, even he was going to be deceived...

Thinking of this, Old Fudge felt a faint anxiety and fear in his heart.

The longer the silence, the more terror.

What on earth is the "Magic Lord" planning for more than a year?

What does he want!

...

"What I want is very simple."

Klein raised a finger to speak to the person in front of him.

"A glass of lemonade is good."

"Okay, a chocolate ice cream and a lemonade, please wait a moment."

The young waitress smiled and walked away with the menu.

Dumbledore touched his beard and shook his head.

"You are still too young to understand sweets. When you reach my age..."

"Even if I am your age, I won't like sweets."

Klein decisively interrupted the opponent before the old man Amway Sweets, and said sternly.

"Are you sure Sirius Black will come back?"

Among all the prisoners who escaped, Dumbledore was most worried about Sirius Black.

That crazy man, no matter what actions he makes, he will not be surprised.

"He will."

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Last time, if Klein (tool man) weren't there, he wouldn't even be able to get in. If Black wanted to escape the search by the Ministry of Magic, it would be the best place.

"Oh."

Dumbledore didn't know about Peter Perudy, and it was normal to think Sirius was an anti-human and anti-social murderer.

Klein knew.

but......

He didn't want to say.

Pulling out Peter Perudi will bring up a thriving one-meter-four dark king.

Too much trouble.

"Your chocolate ice cream."

Old people rarely order ice products, and the waiter couldn't help but look at Dumbled more.Feeling the look in the eyes, the old man's gentle smile, vividly showing off Santa's sense of sight.

"Professor, next time you play in Muggle World, can you wear a certain disguise? Your robe and beard are so conspicuous."

Normal people don’t wear robes. If 30 years pass, people might think you are someone in COS, but now...

Klein reluctantly covered his forehead.

"Really, I think Muggle clothes are weird, well, this one tastes good."

Even Dumbledore would be curious about the Muggle world, which is nothing to dabble in. It is also chocolate-flavored ice cream. The magical world and the Muggle world taste different.

This feels so fresh!

Klein did not speak and looked across the street through the glass.

This is where Black’s old house is located.

"Nothing can be underestimated."

Dumbledore scooped ice cream with a spoon and said without looking up.

"Then you come to monitor it yourself!"

Klein spit out angrily.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

A big dirty dog ​​ran over from the street

"coming!"

Sirius Black was a hidden Animagus, and Klein knew it all.

Seeing the big dog, he didn't even have time to drink the lemonade he had just brought, so he took out two banknotes and put them on the table, dragged Dumbledore out of the shop.

the other side.

"Well."

Black felt a little complicated.

He once swore that he would never come back.

More than ten years have passed, and things are different. Today, he has to rely on the old house of Black to avoid investigation...

It's ironic.

"Wang."

There was no one around, and the vigilance in Black's heart was relaxed.

After lifting the dog's form, he changed back to the tall, thin, sloppy man.

"Squeak."

With the blood of the Black family, the magic prohibition at the door of the house could not stop him.Pushing the door open, he walked into the room and saw the dim corridor again and the portrait of Mrs. Black who was sleeping at the end of the corridor.

"cut."

Familiar and disgusting.

Sirius curled his lips.

"Ding!"

He just wanted to walk into the house to see if the damn house elf was still alive.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang behind him...

"Ok?"

Sirius was taken aback, showing a nervous expression.

When he enters the house with his front foot, someone is ringing a bell on his back?

What a coincidence!

It must be from the Ministry of Magic.

Will you be arrested if you don't even eat hot rice?

Sirius smiled sadly.

Perhaps this is my destiny.