Living peacefully at Hogwarts

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Seven days later.

"I...where am I..."

Opening his eyes in a daze, Sirius only felt that his eyelids were weighed down, too heavy.Lifting the quilt, he struggled to turn over and sat up, first checked his own situation, and then carefully looked at the surrounding environment.

This should be the hospital: the clean decorations, the smell of the disinfectant in the air, the crossed decorations of bones and wands, and the hospital gowns that I don’t know when he was put on, all remind Sirius that he is not dreaming. .

He was rescued, and found his life in the hands of the dementors.

But who will it be?

Sirius hugged his head and tried to think back, but he could only think of the dim silver light that came into his eyes before falling into a coma.

"Kang Dang."

Secretly, suddenly, the door of the ward opened from the outside.

The female nurse who came in saw Sirius with a happy expression on her face.

"Mr. Black, you are awake."

"Yes......"

Upon hearing the female nurse's words, Sirius opened his mouth and subconsciously responded.

But after changing his thoughts, his eyes suddenly became extremely puzzled.

Mr. Black?

No one has called him this formally for many years.

As a prisoner detained in Azkaban, he was labeled as "lunatic", "murderer" and "villain", except that there was no "sir".

How could the hospital nurse be so polite to him.

Sure enough, he has died under the siege of the dementors, now he is dreaming...

The simple address made Sirius fall into serious doubts about reality.

The female nurse didn’t know that Sirius’s brain replenishment ability was so outstanding. After saying hello, she did her job earnestly: opening the windows to ventilate the room, and putting new potions on the bedside, when everything was done, she Then he looked at Sirius again and said gently.

"If people outside know that you are awake, they will be very happy...There have been many newspapers who wanted to come in for interviews before, but they were all driven away by Mr. Dumbledore."

Newspaper, interview, Dumbledore?

Sirius became more and more confused.

What's this all about?

His identity was exposed, it should not be the media who came to the door, but the Auror of the Ministry of Magic.

"Oh, I forgot, you still don't know anything."

Seeing the blank expression on Sirius's face, the female nurse seemed to have thought of something suddenly and quickly explained.

"Mr. Black, Minister Dumbledore has personally proved your innocence. Peter Perudi, who was imprisoned in Azkaban, has passed the rigorous interrogation and has explained everything. You are no longer a fugitive!"

Not... fugitive?

At that moment, Sirius's heart seemed to be hit by a boulder, unable to recover for a long time.

In thirteen years, he lived as a prisoner rather than dead for thirteen years.

After a nap, I actually recovered my innocence...

And Minister Dumbledore?

Dumbledore actually became Minister of Magic!

"Mr. Black, you have a good rest now, don't worry, it's all right."

Perhaps it was because Sirius's experience was too tragic, enough to inspire sympathy deep in the woman's soul. The female nurse's tone was so gentle that she even helped Sirius cover the quilt herself.

Sirius's face blushed.

The kindness from strangers made him a little bit overwhelmed.

"I'll call a therapist over to check your physical condition. You can lie down for a while."

Upon seeing this, the female nurse covered her mouth and smiled, blinked at Sirius, turned and walked out of the ward.

Sirius, lying on the bed honestly, had a very complicated expression.

But after a while, he laughed in a low voice.

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Smiling, smiling, he shed tears.

Feel free.

so good.

.......

Back home, Barty Crouch, the director of the Magic and Law Enforcement Department, pulled off his tie and dragged his tired body into the living room.

He was so tired that he didn't even bother to take off his wrinkled jacket and sat down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with blank eyes, and began to empty.

It is said that the new official has three fires.

But Barty Crouch did not expect that Dumbledore, the acting minister's first fire, would actually burn himself.

Reverse the case of Sirius thirteen years ago...

Alas, who would have thought that Peter Perudi was not dead.

A testimony directly smashed him, the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department!

What a fucking bad luck!

"Huh~"

Looking at the clock not far away, Barty Crouch took a long breath.

It's time to "feed".

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel angry.

Blame that rebellious son!

Thirteen years ago, he was the most promising person to serve as Minister of Magic.After the incident, although he chose to break his wrist, his career was still affected. He was transferred from the Magic Law Enforcement Department to the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department. The position of Minister of Magic was also taken away by Cornelius Fudge’s old rice barrel. Up.

He hates.

"Sparkling!"

Batty Crouch got up from the sofa and yelled the house elf's name.

With a "bang", the little monster with pointed ears and big eyes appeared out of nowhere, and respectfully knelt at Barty Crouch's feet.

"master."

"The damn beast is alive or dead."

Barty Crouch has no care for the child who ruined his career. The reason why he has been kept in captivity is because he is afraid that the incident will affect his future.

The house elf "Sparkling" blinked with big eyes, trembling and shook his head.

"unlucky."

A trace of impatience flashed across Barty Crouch's stale face.

"Don't give him dinner today."

"No dinner, but little master...Good master, I understand."

Hearing Batty Crouch's order, Shining seemed to want to say something, but in response to the stern look, he lowered his head—the house elves could not resist their master.

"Humph!"

The beast was hungry and couldn't die, and Barty Crouch finally felt a little bit off.

He took off his jacket and handed it to Shining.

"Go, help me iron the clothes and hang them up."

"Yes, sir."

Shining took the coat and left with drooping ears.

The relationship between the family master and the young master has been very bad, which made him very sad.

Since the young master came home thirteen years ago, he has never left this house. Every time he sees the depressed and scrawny young master, he will silently cry.

Now, the master doesn't even feed the young master, how can the young master's body stand it?

Biting his lips glitteringly.

Don’t let you prepare meals, at least...

Secretly let the young master drink some milk and eat some dry bread.

He can only do this.

Alas, poor master.