DNF Meets Harry Potter

"It's really a bunch of idiots who succeeded less than failed!" Fudge cursed secretly in his heart.

He glanced at Sirius who was tied into rice dumplings, and thought it must be the dementors. This group of fools had just met the battle between Harry and the others and Sirius, and then jumped on excitedly and finally caused a conflict. Their brains have never been bright.

Otherwise, how could Sirius come here by himself? Is he really a fool to be the first criminal to escape from Azkaban?

"Give me all the wands down!" After automatically filling in the picture, Fudge immediately ordered the Aurors to stop.

"Good boy, you caught Sirius with your own hands. This is really an amazing thing! This thing will go down in history!"

He stepped forward and patted Carl's shoulder in a pleasant way, and then glanced at Sirius from the side of the light, with a look of relief in his eyes.

Everything is finally over, and if this **** continues to be at large, he will be unable to stand it!

"I think Ms. Umbridge will talk to you about the reward tomorrow!"

Fudge said happily, and saw him wave his hand gently, and immediately two Aurors came forward to take Sirius away.

"You misunderstood, sir!" Harry was anxious when he saw Sirius being taken away by the Aurors. "Please listen to us!"

"If you have any misunderstandings, let's talk about it tomorrow, Harry! It's getting late now!" Fudge said softly with a false smile on his face. He just wanted to take Sirius back to the Ministry of Magic and immediately let the Dementors Give him a sweet kiss.

Tomorrow, the front page headlines of the newspaper will come out, and his approval rate will skyrocket in an instant!

"Good evening, Carl. I'm sorry I came a little late, and my legs and feet are a bit uncomfortable...

Just as Fudge was imagining that his political career would be smooth because of this incident, a calm yet gentle voice pulled him back to reality.

"Dumbledore!" Looking at the old man slowly walking towards them, Fudge frowned, as if thinking of something unpleasant.

Dumbledore nodded to him, then turned his gaze to Sirius, "Oh, it's Sirius!"

The old principal lifted his half-moon glasses, looking surprised, then he blinked at Karl:

"I think you must have experienced an amazing adventure just now!

I think this must be very twists and turns, weird and exciting, am I right, adventurer?

Please forgive an elderly old man who is always so curious. He is old and will no longer be youthful. He can only live with some memories..."

Dumbledore said with emotion and touched his white beard that was tied with a ribbon and was about to fall to his chest.

"Of course!" Carl grinned, showing white teeth, "but please forgive me for not being good at telling stories, so I will tell what happened before in another way, which will definitely give you an immersive experience. feel……"

"If that's the case, it would be better!" The smile on Dumbledore's face was even greater, and then his gentle gaze turned away from Carl and turned to Fudge, "Connelly, although it's late.

But I think you came all the way from the Ministry of Magic, shouldn't you mind spending some more time understanding how this wonderful adventure started?

Don’t you wonder how Sirius escaped from Azkaban? This is the first time, even I can't guess it!

So the dossier of this case should be more detailed to prevent it from happening again..."

Fudge's face turned a little ugly, and he vaguely felt a little bad in Dumbledore's words. But it happened to be a valid reason, so he was not easy to refuse.

This old ghost Dumbledore is not a bit tricky!

"I also think it's necessary!" The expression on Fudge's face was a little subtle, and he wanted to see what Dumbledore was doing.

"In the name of time dominates, time goes back!" Carl muttered silently in his heart, and the power of the Philosopher's Stone gradually spread throughout his body.

He slightly squinted his eyes and flicked his right hand across the void, and the calm void seemed to be thrown into stones, and ripples appeared.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, horrible jackdaws from the outside of the screaming shed reached the ears of everyone present, and the story began to reappear from the battle between him and Harry...

Carl added fuel to the side as a commentator, and Fudge's mouth began to twitch at the beginning.

Damn it! Didn't you say that you can't tell stories, what is this? !

But soon, Fudge's face began to become more exciting, turning blue and white. With the content on the screen and Carl's vivid explanation, he began to rejoice that he had not left Sirius with him before and solved him that night.

Otherwise, he estimated that he would have to step down tomorrow, maybe he had to enter Azkaban...

The era of Voldemort had just ended that year, and the Ministry of Magic threw Sirius into Azkaban and sentenced him to life imprisonment without a trial.

As a result, the criminal was someone else, and while making him free for decades, he also forced Sirius to endure the same amount of imprisonment. Fudge couldn't imagine how such news would be impacted if it were released to the Ministry of Magic, and as a minister, he was definitely the first to be pulled out to apologize to the angry crowd.

At the same time, Carl also gave Fudge a potion~www.readwn.com~ He put his hand in his pocket and casually threw the mouse that Peter Pettigrew had turned on the ground. Anyway, Dumbledore He was afraid of a hammer by supporting him.

The mouse screamed miserably, but no one sympathized with him. Even his former master Ron was like that, deep in love and deep in hate. When Ron realized that he had been talking to such a disgusting bastard, he wanted to vomit.

"It turned out to be Animagus, no wonder it hasn't been exposed for so many years..." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, and the old wand in his hand burst into a dazzling light.

Suddenly, the mouse screamed more sternly, and quickly transformed into a wretched bald middle-aged wizard in the eyes of everyone's disgust.

Carl moved his fingers while his eyes were moving. The clothes of Peter Pettigrew, Sla, burst open, and on his arm, there was an extremely terrifying pattern-a ferocious snake crawling out of the huge skulls, winding and circling, incomparably complete. Black Mark, and this is the standard for every Death Eater!

Dumbledore glanced at Fudge, his attitude was already obvious now. No matter how much Fudge thinks about it, he will never think that the truth of the matter will be like this, and he can't help but become red eyes...