Chapter 135 Blake, You Are Free!

After Umbridge helped him get rid of his little troubles, Fudge felt refreshed.

When he saw Peter Pettigrew, who was tied to a chair and tortured to death, he didn't think he was so hateful.

Instead, he felt that Peter Pettigrew was his baby and must be protected.

At least this body of injuries must be treated, otherwise Peter might not be sent to the Wizengamot for trial and would die directly.

Who tortured him... It was really cruel!

Fudge looked around and found that Peter had lost a few more fingers and his legs were broken. It seemed that Peter had also drunk some magic potion. The pain was no longer as simple as pure physical torture.

Alas, Fudge was kind and couldn't bear to see this!

So, he walked out of the office quickly, out of sight, out of mind.

From a distance, Fudge saw Dumbledore talking to a young wizard.

He recognized it at a glance as Newt's grandson... Rolf Scamander.

On Rolf's first day of school, Fudge sent Diggory to the train station to investigate and check his suitcase to see if there were any dangerous magical animals hidden.

Newt had too many dark histories, and Fudge was afraid that his grandson would follow suit and make big news such as magical animals escaping and causing countless deaths and injuries to Hogwarts teachers.

Fortunately, Rolf has always been law-abiding and looks like an honest man, unlike his grandfather.

Of course, Fudge was impressed by Rolf because of the legendary photo that Rita broke the news last summer:

Dozens of the most prominent and outstanding wizards in the world gathered together!

And Rolf, as the only teenager, stood in the middle of the photo, and with that outstanding face, it is hard to forget!

Fudge walked over and said with a smile:

"Albus, I have heard the confession of Peter Pettigrew. I will have this case retried as soon as possible to vindicate Blake and give him justice!"

Dumbledore looked at Fudge in surprise. The minister was a little reluctant just now, how could he change so quickly?

But since Fudge was willing to re-examine the case, Dumbledore had nothing to say.

"Thank you for your hard work, Cornelius."

"Albus, don't say that." Fudge said with a righteous look on his face:

"For the sake of the wizarding world, I don't care how much hardship I have to endure, no matter how much fatigue I have to endure, I will always face it. This is me, a conscientious Minister of Magic..."

Dumbledore was not very fond of this official tone. He coughed a few times and said, "Cornelius, I have something else to tell you."

"Whatever it is, just tell me!" Fudge patted his chest and said, "I'll get someone to do it right away!"

"Professor Lockhart, he was arrested by Pettigrew ·Peter attacked, and now he is seriously injured. He may not live for too long. "

"Peter deserves to die!" Fudge said angrily, fiddling with the dark green hat in his hand:

"I know Lockhart, he is also a promising young talent. My wife likes his books very much and is still his loyal fan.

She has participated in his book clubs several times. Every time she comes back, she always praises Lockhart and praises him for being great!

Alas... God is jealous of talents!

"

Rolf stood aside without saying anything, just thinking, is this book club... serious?

Fudge said this, and in his heart he was also thinking, this Defense Against the Dark Arts position... is really weird!

This is the first one to die?

"Albus, have you found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Fudge looked concerned, he was actually curious about who the new unlucky guy was.

"Not yet." Dumbledore said with some melancholy: "I sent letters to many people, but they all rejected me, especially Mr. Malfoy.

I think since he is so passionate about education, although he is not a school director, he can continue to shine in the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... What a pity."

"..."

"So, was Lucius really kicked out of the board?" Fudge asked.

"Yes, in order to kick me out, he once threatened other school directors that if they disagreed with his opinion, he would curse their families." Dumbledore smiled:

"The other eleven school directors were not satisfied with Malfoy's behavior, so they kicked him out of the board."

"That's a pity." Fudge sighed. He thought Malfoy was really stupid. How dare he go against Dumbledore?

Fudge would not do this. He would only act like a good student and ask Dumbledore for advice on everything... Everyone would see it and support him to be the minister.

A dog licker should be able to have everything!

"Albus, I have something to ask you too." Fudge asked:

"Who caught Peter Pettigrew? I will try to help him apply for the Order of Merlin to commend his merit.

Second level, no problem, first level, I need to find a way to fight for it!"

This is the idea Fudge came up with. Not only did he make a big publicity for Blake, but he also wanted the wizard who caught Peter to become the recipient of the Order of Merlin... The bigger the commotion, the more trouble Crouch would encounter.

Rolf raised his eyebrows, and Hermione really got it right. He thanked him, "Thank you, Minister."

Fudge stared at Rolf and said, "Did you catch Peter Pettigrew?"

"Yes, let me introduce you, Cornelius." Dumbledore said in a gentle voice, "This is Rolf Scamander."

"I know, he is the grandson of Mr. Newt Scamander." Fudge extended his hand enthusiastically and smiled, "He is really young and promising."

"You are too kind, it is all the cultivation of the school." Rolf also spoke in an official tone and perfunctorily.

Fudge suddenly remembered something, he frowned and said: "Rolph, if you are, you are in some trouble."

"What's wrong?"

"You are only twelve years old this year, right? You are the youngest recipient of the award!"

Fudge lamented: "Sir Merlin's review has always been very picky, and they are generally not very friendly to young applicants."

Luo Fu nodded slightly, but thought that he was not an ordinary person.

He knew most of the wizards who reviewed Sir Merlin, such as Gsilda Marchbain... They had attended Nico's funeral together.

They are all acquaintances, hey, this is connections!

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Along the road paved with black rocks, a group of wizards walked to a cell.

There was only one prisoner in the room. He was sitting in the corner against the wall. His robe was in pieces, his hair was disheveled, and he was covered in mud. He was silent and his face could not be seen clearly.

"Sirius Black," Scrimgeour began, "can you hear me?"

But the man just sat there, like a "living" corpse, just not buried.

"Isn't he already crazy?" Behind Scrimgeour, a wizard with short hair stood, and he frowned:

"No one can live healthily under the influence of dementors. This guy has been imprisoned for eleven years."

"Open the door, Delis!" said Scrimgeour.

"Yes, head!" The short-haired wizard took out a key and inserted it into the dusty keyhole.

With a creaking sound, the solid door was opened.

Scrimgeour walked into the room, stood in front of Sirius, and said in a deep voice:

"Black, we are going to transfer you to the Ministry of Magic. Things have taken a turn back then, and we need to retry you."

But the man still didn't respond.

Scrimgeour thought for a moment and sighed: "Peter Pettigrew is still alive. He has been captured."

The prisoner suddenly raised his head and stared at Scrimgeour. His hoarse voice made some noise, like the roar of a wild animal, but he had not spoken for a long time. At this time, his mouth was unclear, and no one could hear clearly what he was saying. .

"Peter has really been caught," Scrimgeour repeated:

"Rolf Scamander has caught him, the case will be retried, and then you can be free."

Blake's cloudy eyes regained clarity little by little. He repeated Rove's name incomprehensibly, then suddenly stood up and ran outside.

The Aurors wanted to chase them out, but Scrimgeour stopped them.

Blake ran like this, falling to the ground several times, but regardless of the pain, he got up and continued running.

But he was too thin and didn't have much strength, so he fell to the ground again.

Blake lay there, clutching his chest filled with sad memories, and let out a hoarse whimpering sound, like a... wild dog covered in scars.

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(Thanks to the boss "Badger Lexianzun" for the reward.)