The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

The last sentence of Argus was not an exaggeration.

If Sirius was intercepted by Dumbledore, given his character, he would definitely pry the truth from Sirius.

At the same time, he used Sirius to force the Ministry of Magic to make concessions.

It is the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic to hunt down escaped prisoners. If it has been ineffective, it will inevitably reduce the prestige of the Ministry of Magic among British wizards.

At that time, Dumbledore will come forward with Sirius and the truth of the year, which will not only relieve the pressure on himself, but also regain the expectations of British wizards for him.

Kill two birds with one stone!

"You are right." Fudge nodded slowly.

Fudge is naturally not a fool to be able to reach the position of Minister of Magic.

A little hint will make him figure out the key.

Umbridge, who was standing by, had a face full of questions, and couldn't figure out what the two were talking about.

"Minister, Mr. Grindelwald, what's wrong with Dumbledore catching Sirius?"

"It will be handed over to the Ministry of Magic anyway, so if he does it, won't it be easier for us?"

These two sentences almost made Fudge bleed from his seven orifices.

Why did he like this idiot Umbridge in the first place!

If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, just listen to the instructions!

You have to find a sense of existence!

Can't you learn from Alan Mitchell!

Don't interrupt your boss when he's talking!

He glanced at Umbridge coldly, and had made up his mind.

After leaving Saint Manor, he would gradually hand over Umbridge's powers to Alan Mitchell.

As for Umbridge herself... just do some errands!

"Umbridge, the Minister is talking to Mr. Grindelwald. As subordinates, we just need to obey his orders."

Alan Mitchell would naturally not miss this opportunity to improve his favorability.

Save Fudge's face in time.

Comparing the two, the difference is obvious!

Umbridge wanted to argue, but when she saw that Fudge had no intention of speaking for her, she finally realized that she had asked a stupid question.

She smiled awkwardly, stepped aside, and said nothing more.

Argus didn't even look at her from beginning to end.

He continued to say to Fudge: "The Ministry of Magic doesn't need to worry too much about Dumbledore."

"The evidence found by the Ministry of Magic has been made public in the wizarding world. It is Dumbledore who needs to be proved, not you."

"Mr. Grindelwald, you may not know that the evidence... is actually... there are some omissions..."

Fudge didn't dare to say that the evidence was forged by himself, but only lied that the evidence was incomplete.

But all his actions were guided by Argus.

How could I not see what he meant!

Just pretend not to know and follow Fudge's words.

"The Ministry of Magic has said before that it just wants to find Dumbledore to investigate, not to convict. Even if there are omissions, what does it matter?"

"Once Dumbledore has collected all the evidence, he can publish all the evidence in the Daily Prophet and let the British wizards judge for themselves."

"The series of evidence previously published by the Ministry of Magic has left a deep enough impression on British wizards. It is too late for Dumbledore to refute it."

"Even if he asks the Daily Prophet to make a public statement, there will be many wizards who think that the Ministry of Magic gave in to him because of his strength."

From the first day when the Daily Prophet published evidence and Dumbledore did not respond, Argus knew that Dumbledore would be blamed!

If public opinion is not extinguished in time before fermentation, it will form a boiling trend!

Even if Dumbledore is really proved to be innocent in the future, not many people will believe it.

After listening to Argus's explanation, Fudge felt that his eyes suddenly became clear.

Argus analyzed the matter that he had been thinking about for a long time in vain in a few words.

He became more and more satisfied with his decision to cooperate with Argus.

...

After Fudge and the others left.

Argus finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Vita and Abernathy looked at each other.

"Argus, it's getting late, why don't you take a rest tonight and look at these documents tomorrow."

Argus grew up under Vita's eyes.

The mission of the saint is really heavy for a twelve-year-old boy.

Argus looked sleepy, but still waved his hand.

"It's not time to rest yet. There is still one thing to do tonight."

"I'll prepare some midnight snack for you." Vita didn't persuade him any more, and brought some snacks from the kitchen and put them on the table.

About half an hour later, Abernathy

Alan Mitchell appeared.

"Did Fudge ask you to go to St. Mungo's Hospital?"

"Yes, he asked me to take someone to look after Harry tomorrow. No one is allowed to approach without the approval of the Ministry of Magic."

"There is something you need to do." Agus looked up at Alan Mitchell.

"It has to be done secretly, and no one is allowed to find out."

"Remember, it's anyone!"

Alan Mitchell felt the seriousness in Agus's tone and became cautious.

"Ron has a pet mouse, Scabbers."

"I want you to catch it without being discovered by others!"

"It's best to control it with a spell and leave no chance of escape."

Alan frowned, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

There was confusion in his eyes.

But he didn't ask much, and agreed directly.

"Agus, is there any secret in this mouse?" Abernathy was a figure who followed Grindelwald to fight.

He knew that Agus couldn't care about a mouse for no reason.

He had already guessed something.

Argus didn't want to be exposed, so he shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, I just have some guesses, and I need to use this mouse to confirm them."

"Do you need me to..."

"No, Uncle Abernethy, the fewer people involved in this matter, the better, and now the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts are staring at Harry, only Alan has the chance to take action."

Turning his head to look at Alan Mitchell: "Remember, Alan!"

"Be sure to control it as soon as possible, don't give it any time to react or wake up!"

...

Knockturn Alley.

A dirty black dog shuttled back and forth.

Finally stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden shed.

It's a bit exaggerated to say that it's a wooden shed. At most, it's a few wooden boards placed on the top of the head to block the rain.

It doesn't provide any shelter.

A man with gray hair and patched clothes huddled in the corner.

Even though he had nothing to cover his body, there were several newspapers neatly placed at his feet.

At the top was a report on Sirius's escape from prison.

Seeing this scene, the black dog's face showed a bit of sadness that only humans have.

Just after taking a few steps in the direction of the man, the man who should have been sleeping suddenly jumped up.

He grabbed the black dog's neck fiercely!

"It's you! How dare you come to see me!"