"Today..." Dumbledore said cheerfully, "But today's protagonist is not me, the old man, but another person that no one can expect."
"Oh, it's Cornelius Fudge, my father's immediate boss." Ron said in surprise while pointing at the stage.
"Why did he appear here?" Harry asked. He didn't have a good impression of this middle-aged man at all. Apart from the bureaucratic accents he used in the Leaky Cauldron and the concealment from himself, as the Minister of Magic, he also Let those dementors act as guards without restraint.
Of course, wanting to restrain is actually powerless.
To be honest, Harry would rather face the traitor he hated and betrayed his parents—Sirius Black, than fight those dementors who sneak in the dark and cheer for despair and pain.
They will always remind themselves of those gradually blurred, but extremely cruel and terrifying past events.
Fudge came to the stage at this time. He was wearing a pinstriped suit and a bright red tie, which made him look very formal. The purple pointed boots and dark green top hat matched his somewhat short body, barely Pulled his height back to normal level, so short.
"Oh, students, hello." Fudge's students in the audience spoke.
"First I have to apologize to you." Fudge said sincerely, put on a serious expression, and quickly bowed deeply to the students in the audience.
There was an uproar in the audience.
"My God, did he take the wrong medicine?" Ron said to Harry in surprise.
"My father often complains that Fudge doesn't care about the feelings of his subordinates." Ron continued to mutter to himself wonderingly.
"I think so too." Harry agreed in a low voice, he still remembered Fudge's annoying official accent when they met in the bar last time.
"Because of my mistakes, I have caused serious trouble to you. I used to trust those guards so much, but now I finally know that those things are unreliable." Fudge looked sad, and then quickly walked off the stage to find Gryffin Holding Harry's hand tightly, he said, "They even almost killed our hero—Harry Potter!"
"Harry, is your injury healed?" he asked with concern.
"Okay, okay." Harry wanted to break free from Fudge's greasy palm uncomfortably. He couldn't accept that someone he didn't know was so close to him suddenly.
"That's good." He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, adjusted his tie, and returned to the stage and said, "But fortunately, Principal Dumbledore generously helped me, and the riot finally ended. vanish into nothingness."
The audience was indifferent.
Obviously not buying his account.
The dementors have brought them great troubles, how can a few light words make them feel relieved
Fudge took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat that kept breaking out of his brow.
He remembered what the little guy told him, as a politician, acting should be a talent and instinct, even if the audience in the audience looked like they lacked interest, he still had to keep going.
He also understood these principles before, but after putting them into practice, he suddenly found that there was a problem with his acting direction.
The way the dementors were dealt with was indeed a big mess.
At least until now, they have nothing new to contribute except to make trouble for themselves.
The kid Malfoy also told him that his classmates often wrote to their parents to complain that the dementors had affected their study and life, and if they failed the final exam, it was probably the fault of the dementors.
Think about it, who are his classmates? Most of them are descendants of pure-blooded families. The reason why he has not stepped down until now is precisely because there are still several pure-blooded families who need him in this position, so they continue to support him vigorously and help him spend a lot of money. Jin Gallon, reversed public opinion.
Otherwise, his reputation may not be much better than that of Black.
He thought of the conclusion that the "Daily Prophet" had drawn to him—how long can the fatuous and incompetent lucky guy sit in that position
So this group of students must be the ones I need to fight for. They represent their parents and even their families behind them. They really can't make friends or offend them.
The decision he made a few days ago was indeed too hasty.
"Crack, click." The magic camera's click came from the direction of the door, and it brought some dazzling flashes from time to time. A tall and thin man in a dark gray robe was holding a camera in both hands. Constantly pressing the shutter.
"I don't believe he's willing to put his humble appearance in the newspaper." Ron spoke again, and he didn't like the man on stage very much.
"He might come up with some weird things later." Ron said with a holding heart.
Harry didn't answer.
"Crookshanks, what's wrong with you?" Hermione suddenly felt a restlessness in Crookshanks at the bottom of her feet, and the fluffy fur of the big ginger cat that was snuggled close to her feet suddenly exploded, making her There were stabbing pains on the calf, and anger was written on the flat face. It was about to rush towards the front of the stage, but Hermione picked it up with both hands and put it on the table.
"Be quiet, Crookshanks." Hermione said affectionately close to her pet, "Don't make trouble, if you're hungry, I'll get you something to eat later, we're in a meeting now."
Then she started stroking Crookshanks' fur with her hands, smoothing it out, and calming its manic mood.
"I'm feeling pretty refreshed now," thought Hermione.
"But!" Fudge suddenly cheered up, "We got an unbelievably good news a few days ago." He showed a mysterious smile.
"Our hero, the recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, Mr. Peter Pettigrew is not dead!"
"What." Lupine who was sitting in the teacher's seat stood up abruptly, staring at the front of the stage.
"Remus, my old friend!" A short man slowly walked out from behind Fudge, opened his hands and made a gesture of hugging, his small eye sockets were filled with excited tears, his head was He is bald, but the remaining part of his gray hair is neatly combed. The clothing is a set of pure black tuxedo that has been well-trimmed. The front is also covered with medals symbolizing honor.
In addition to the Medal of Sir Merlin, he was also rewarded by other institutions.
Lupine was a little excited. He thought that his good friend who had been dead for many years suddenly appeared in front of him, but he instinctively felt that something was wrong.
"Where have you been for the past twelve years?" Lupine asked suddenly, looking at him from top to bottom, trying to subside his joy as much as possible.
"No, don't talk about that." Peter Pettigrew's face suddenly twisted sharply, and he waved his hand in pain.
At this moment, Mad-Eye Moody in the audience quickly stood up, rushed to the front of the stage, turned his terrifying magic eye, and kept looking at Peter Pettigrew in front of him.
"There is no Imperius Curse, nor is it the effect of Polyjuice Potion, and there is no disguised magic." Moody said in his hoarse voice, and then returned to his seat and sat down as if no one else was there. look.
"Of course, he can't be fake, I know him very well," Lupine said loudly, "but he must tell me where he has been all these years."
"I've always been by your side." Peter Pettigrew gradually regained his composure and said with a wry smile.
Snape gloomily stared at the "brother" reunion in front of him, showing a mocking smile from time to time.
Crookshanks' fur, which had been smoothed with great difficulty, stood up again. It turned over its fat body and stood up on the table. Its apricot-colored eyes stared closely at Peter Pettigrew on the stage, and frowned. own sharp teeth.
"Oh, my God, Crookshanks, don't do this." Hermione quickly wrapped Crookshanks in her arms to keep him from making a sound.
"Are you joking?" The suspicion in Lupine's eyes grew stronger, and his face was still a little pale.
"Of course, I won't lie like some traitors." Peter Pettigrew said bitterly.
"Do you remember where it was when my death was announced?" Peter asked.
"Of course, it was in a crowded street, Sirius, no, that traitor made an explosion. Kill you, and there are twelve Muggles!" Lupine said excitedly, clenched his fists, "then Please tell me why you, who have been dead for more than ten years, appear here today!"
"Because my memory has recovered." Peter tried to show himself excited.
"Memory?" Lupine repeated the word, and his doubtful eyes were filled with confusion again.
"You remember, I've never been as smart as you guys. You, James, and him all learn new things faster than us." Peter Pettigrew said with a look of reminiscence, his eyes still moist.
"If only I could have worked harder." Peter Pettigrew continued to blame himself and said painfully, "In this way I can subdue him, and those innocent Muggles will not die." Pettigrew pointed to his head Said: "Not only did he use that powerful explosion spell, he even used the Cruciatus Curse on me before that..."
There was a chill in the hearts of the teachers and some students present.
"I was rolling all over the ground in pain, as if thousands of ants were tearing my skin, even down to my bone marrow... He told me to betray you too, so that person would let us live."
"Stop it." Lupine yelled, interrupting Peter Pettigrew. He couldn't bear to hear the past: one of his best friends once cast such a cruel spell on his other, and he didn't even have a clue. Surrender of shame.
Did he think everyone was as shameless as him!
"Wormtail, do you remember?" Peter Pettigrew said tentatively.
"How could I have forgotten?" Lupine's emotions flared up again.
"He never imagined that the Animagus he and James helped me learn would allow me to escape in front of him." Peter Pettigrew continued to tell the students and teachers in front of him the most "real" scene.
"At that time, there was a manhole cover not far from me. Even though the pain was insane, I still noticed it. He was very proud at that time, smiling crazily, as if he could get it after being tortured into that appearance. Great satisfaction, but it also gave me a chance to escape."
"Perhaps Merlin is protecting me." He said, "Under the terrible pain, I managed to cast that spell successfully." Pettigrew Peter's eyes became more and more red, "But he finally came to his senses, Just after I jumped towards the sewer, a huge air wave and roar came from behind me, and I even heard the sharp and desperate cries of help from the surrounding Muggles."
"I was still knocked out, and one of my fingers was blown off by the aftermath." Peter Pettigrew said as he held up his hand that was missing a finger. "I don't remember what happened after that. I found out what happened after that through Mr. Fudge. Soon the Auror troops appeared on the scene and took him back to Azkaban. I escaped from his hands." A catastrophe."
"And then?" Lupine rushed up and grabbed Peter Pettigrew's crippled hand.
"And then I lost my memory." Pettigrew Peter also held Lupin's hand tightly. "The pain haunts my nerves all the time. I learned of James' death, his betrayal, and physical torture. At that time, I endured it with my own anger and weak will. The power of the spell, but when I escaped, the power of the spell exploded in my body crazily... "
Neville in the audience began to sob, thinking of his parents who were tortured by the Cruciatus Curse and became insane.
Amnesia is still possible to recover, but his parents' injuries are hard to get better.
"Maybe good people get rewarded." He said, "I have forgotten a lot of things, and I can't even cast the spell of restoring my original shape. I can only maintain my shape."
"I just rely on my instincts to walk aimlessly through the sewers of the city. Maybe sometimes I return to the land again, maybe I go to the wilderness again, but I don't know... But in the end, I met a family of kind people."
"Maybe it's because of their careful care. I don't know when I have self-awareness again, but at the same time it's very thin. I feel like I'm attached to my body, but I can't do anything about my body. I acted like a bystander, but by then I had come to my senses."
"I was taken in by the Weasleys," said Peter Pettigrew, his small eyes looking at the Gryffindor table.
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