Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

After speaking in a very low voice, Lupine, who had a keen hearing, opened his eyes in shock, and Fudge opened Sirius's hand with a "swish" as if he had been burned.

His face instantly turned pale, and he stared at Sirius in horror, his small eyes flickering in confusion, as if he saw some terrible shadow through him.

Beside him, the dark-skinned bald wizard looked solemnly and looked at Sirius with inquiring eyes, as if he wanted to see the soul inside through his flesh and blood.

Sirius smiled calmly and stretched out his hand again: "Minister, you can take me away now."

Fudge took two steps back, as if his hands were a pair of poisonous snakes. He stammered:

"Ah... you... this... arrest... I think... I think there is still something unclear about this matter. You cannot blindly arrest innocent people..."

Lu Ping was staring at Sirius in shock, but after hearing this, he immediately changed his attention and almost laughed out of Fudge's excuse.

——That’s not what Fudge said when he was trying to pull him off before!

He swore so categorically that Sirius planned everything and was a dark wizard who was deeply hidden. If he didn't arrest him, he would be sorry to the people of the wizarding world and to the dead James and Lily.

Lupine was almost morally kidnapped by him.

As a result, Fudge just stammered a word, turned around and left quickly with a group of Aurors.

Only then did Lupine have time to think about what he had heard before.

He frowned and looked at his friend, and said doubtfully: "Sirius, what you just said..."

"You'll have to ask Harry about that."

Sirius's pretended aura disappeared immediately. He shook his head and motioned to the young man who stuck his head out from behind the door.

"Vade taught me this!"

Harry blinked and looked innocent: "I didn't know it would be so effective."

"Yes, yes, Fudge just ran away! So cowardly! I don't know how he became the minister!"

Sirius was a little happy, and then said gloomily: "If I really knew where that mouse was, I would crush that guy to ashes without them having to tell him!"

Lupine had become accustomed to Sirius's recent unstable temper - ever since the news of Peter Pedillo's escape from prison came, Sirius would go out early and come back late every day, trying to catch the traitor.

As time went by, there was no news at all about those three people, especially Peter Pedro. Everyone suspected that that person must have learned the previous lesson and turned into a mouse and hid in Muggle society.

The world is so big that it is almost impossible to find just one mouse.

Because of this, Sirius' temper became more irritable as he was busy day after day.

It was only at Harry's request last time that he was willing to take time out to accompany the two children for a walk around Diagon Alley.

In name, it was to buy things for the children; in fact, everyone wanted to let Sirius relax.

At this time, after hearing Harry's explanation, Lupine was not relieved, but instead frowned even more tightly.

"Vade? 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 disapparate away immediately - this is what Vader said."

"Leave?" Lupine was a little confused, but then he understood: "Fake things are still fake after all, and they won't be fooled for long. Sirius, you go to Hogwarts first..."

"No, I'm not going to Hogwarts." Sirius shook his head: "I have other places to go."

"Where?" Harry asked.

Sirius touched his head and said, "I recently found out that Gal, who escaped from prison together, has a relative in Glasgow, Scotland. I want to find out."

Lupine nodded: "Be careful on the road."

He didn't offer to come along because someone had to keep an eye on Harry.

Even if the possibility is slim, we must be prepared to prevent Peter from coming to attack Harry.

…

With Black's voice echoing in Fudge's mind, he walked quickly and his fingers trembled unconsciously.

His mind was in chaos, and he couldn't achieve the "calmness" required by Apparition. He could only walk as fast as possible, as if he could leave his worries and fears behind.

And...that creepy sentence.

"We are not afraid of being misunderstood. For the greater good, sacrifice is glory. My honor is called loyalty."

At first glance, Black seemed to be arguing in a nondescript manner, but every word he spoke evoked the deepest fear in Fudge's heart.

It was as if we were back a few decades ago, when the whole world was shrouded in black shadows. The black wizards shouting slogans were fanatical and efficient, cruel and restrained.

At that time, Fudge was just an insignificant young man. In front of the Umbrella Party led by Gellert, he was like a piece of paper that could be easily torn into pieces.

With passion, he left the UK and went to a country where witch-hunting parties were rampant, hoping to help those who had been harmed.

As a result, within three months, Fudge fled back to England like a frightened bird. The experience during that period also left a deep shadow in his heart.

After Grindelwald entered Nurmengard, Fudge thought that the Wiccan Party was completely finished. Unexpectedly, today, the memory of death was reawakened.

"What's going on? Is the Witching 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, and his scalp tingled when he thought of the scene of the Witching Party wreaking havoc on his own land.

Voldemort's Death Eaters are already terrible. If the Witching Party is even more terrible and 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 already begun to think about which country would be the safest to run to after abdicating. Suddenly, he was awakened by the 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?"

The dark-skinned bald Kingsley Shacklebolt said: "Minister, I don't think Sirius Black can be the kind of person you think."

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 back then are all old. If they secretly trained the next generation, let the Witch Party continue and regain power, would Black be exposed for such a small matter?"

Fudge was stunned, and a confused and honest expression appeared on his sturdy face.

One more chapter.