Chapter 429 The Collapsed Fudge
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 429 The Collapsed Fudge
The muscles on Black's face twitched, not knowing what to say.
When he hurried to follow to protect Harry, he had expected such an end.
It's not that Black has no chance to escape, it's just that...he can't move away from Potter's son.
Especially after the 'shocking change' not long ago... I saw that little wizard tearing up the dementor... No!It is very likely that after the scene of tearing Voldemort by hand,
He was even more convinced that Harry needed to stay away from that MacGuffin.
Besides, this little wizard was the first to know his identity... the name of Padfoot... and the matter of Wormtail Spotted... There are too many mysteries in that little wizard...
Blake must know what this little wizard is trying to do with Harry.
But now the little wizard has not woken up, he has been cornered.
After opening his mouth several times, Black couldn't tell his identity.
Because he also knew that, from Harry's point of view—
Sirius Black was a Death Eater, a prisoner of Azkaban... the traitor who killed his parents, and Wormtail was still missing.
When Blake panicked and was at a loss,
Fudge hurriedly began to urge Black to tell his name again, he seemed to sense something was wrong, and his tone was somewhat suspicious and nervous.
Blake didn't know what he could say...his tongue froze!
"Black! He's Sirius Black!"
At this time, a voice sounded from the opposite side.
It's a MacGuffin!
He has woken up!
However, the others no longer cared about the little wizard.
After hearing this,
Fudge shuddered, staggered back a few steps, touched the edge of Ron's bed, and sat down on it.
The guy's eyeballs swung back and forth like pendulums between Black and McGuffin.
He staggered and asked dreamily, "What, you said... what is his name!?"
It even sounded a little crying... Obviously, tonight, there will be a series of 'surprises' one after another... It will completely defeat the Minister of Magic.
Snape couldn't hold back anymore.
——Hiss, bark!
He failed, leaked air from the corner of his mouth, and let out a weird laugh.
Harry's eyes widened, he clenched his fists, and looked at the big belly in front of him in the dark ward...
——My head is covered with a cloud.
He was completely stunned by this sentence.
--what happened?who?
Madam Pomfrey also looked at Black up and down, and after she was amazed frequently, she realized something, and hurriedly put her wand on her chest for defense.
Only Dumbledore, the old bee, looked at Black calmly, as if he had expected it, as if he was waiting for something to progress.
"What did you say!"
Fudge struggled to stand up with all his strength, rushed in front of McGuffin, and shouted hoarsely at the little wizard, "What do you mean?"
Not at all the demeanor of a Minister of Magic.
"who is he!?"
"Black, he's Sirius Black!" said McGuffin.
"Do not!"
"Never—possibly!"
Fudge screamed in despair, he jumped up, rushed directly in front of Black, and with a move with his wand, a black and white arrest warrant of Sirius appeared out of thin air, and he gestured directly to Black's round and fat face...
He turned on the light with his wand, and shouted angrily, "Take a look—look—"
Fudge waved the [Wanted Notice], compared the active [Photo of Sirius Roaring] with Black's fat face, and pointed it out to everyone present——
"Look at this face... this nose, this mouth... this flesh..."
"Is this—could it be the face of a wanted criminal?"
"McGuffin! You must be dizzy because of what happened just now,—yes! That black magic seems to have more serious effects on you than you imagined...You are wrong!"
Fudge slapped Black's trembling belly fiercely and growled viciously, "I won't admit it, how could a wanted man who escaped from Azkaban be like this—"
"--Snapped!"
Another slap.
"What could it be? Is that Azkaban? A wanted criminal?"
"You're not Blake—you say you are, Blake?"
His mind was obviously completely confused by this news, and he even said such nonsense directly.
(Black is silent and does not answer...but everyone understands the meaning...only Fudge refuses to admit this reality.)
As a matter of fact, Fu Jita actually... vaguely confirmed the truth of the matter in his heart,
——Although the photo looks like two people, if you look carefully, you can still find some similarities between the plump face and the eyebrows and eyes in the photo.
Fudge was just trying to deny it, not acknowledging the reality.
And it was only natural, considering... the previous photos, and his own special instructions to Rita Skeeter to pick out a few photogenic photos for publication, Fudge was about to faint.
And what's worse... Thinking about tomorrow morning, a whole UK wizard will see a picture of himself shaking hands with the first escaped Azkaban wanted man in history, as well as news reports.
He wished he could send [One Forget All Empty] to his head, and completely forget the memory of this self-proclaimed cleverness.
With a one-in-a-million possibility, Fudge snarled at McGuffin and asked again (he didn't dare to turn around to confirm with Black himself), "Little wizard, did you remember wrongly? Did you recognize the wrong person? Are you kidding me?"
Three in a row with spit stars flying all over the sky.
McGuffin retreated tactically for a while, and quickly pointed to Snape, who had been having fun behind him.
"It's not just me, you see...Professor Snape should know too!"
Fudge turned around sharply, and saw the sneer on Snape's face that hadn't stopped.
"No—impossible!"
"Sirius Black should be like this... like this!"
Fudge pointed at the emaciated Blake on the wanted notice with trembling fingers, and then stared at Blake's trembling belly... turning his head back and forth.
He screamed intermittently, "How-could! I-don't-believe it!"
The voice was high and shrill, extremely miserable... Even Madam Pomfrey couldn't bear to stop Connelly's almost uncontrollable yelling here in the infirmary.
"Calm down! Connelly!"
Dumbledore stretched out his hand and clenched his fist. Immediately afterwards, there was a crackling sound in everyone's ears, and then their heads felt as if a touch of ice water had been poured on them, cooling down their hearts.
Even Fudge calmed down and began to gasp in place - staring at Snape and Black.
"We'll let him speak for himself—" said Dumbledore.
Under the gaze of everyone, Black could only nod slowly, admitting his identity.
"I'm Blake!"
The hoarse voice was the last straw.
--Snapped!
Fudge fell to the ground at once...he was just like that, his eyes were blank, and his whole body remained sluggish.
Madam Pomfrey struggled for a long time before helping him onto Harry's bed,
After careful inspection, she found that Fudge was just too frightened... his brain had a strike, and he couldn't accept the news for a while.
At this time, Hermione, Ron, and the twins were all woken up by Fudge's screaming voice.
"How is this going?"
"Professor Dumbledore! Death Eaters! Voldemort!"
Twins, and Hermione, Ron shouted in a hurry and weakly after seeing Fudge, Minister of Magic, and Professor Dumbledore present. (Their memories are still in the Honeydukes cellar.)
"Quiet, it's over, the Death Eaters are all captured...you must rest!"
Seeing that everyone was not wary of Sirius Black (plus Professor Dumbledore was present), Pomfrey felt a little relieved, and hurried over to push the little wizards to his bed.
"Professor, what do you have to say! Say it quickly... the little wizards need to rest!"
Madam Pomfrey stared at Black curiously, perhaps because it was so shocking that she didn't drive them out of the infirmary.
"Yes, Poppy!" said Dumbledore, turning to Snape and asking,
"Severus, why do you trust Black? That's not your style!"
Even Dumbledore was curious about this.
Dumbledore was not at all surprised that Snape recognized Black, but for the two of them to be able to maintain a semblance of peace... so that Fudge and others didn't even notice that something was wrong... this is a bit amazing!
Upon hearing this question, Snape immediately lowered his face and pointed directly at the MacGuffin, "Ask him... the great MacGuffin Albert already knows everything!"
Everyone stared at McGuffin.
As he spoke, Snape walked up to McGuffin step by step with a stern face, and asked directly, "When did you know that big dog... Padfoot is Black... and when did you know that Ron's old mouse is Peter Wormtail Pettigrew!"
"Say--"
Black also stared at McGuffin, this was the question he wanted to know the most.
"Professor! What - what does that mean? What is my old mouse?" Ron asked in a very low voice, wondering.
An extremely bad premonition floated in his heart.
In addition to Ron's doubts, Snape's questioning still woke up Fudge who was in a daze. He lit up his eyes and stared at Snape hatefully, "What do you mean? Snape Severus, what do you mean? Wormtail Pettigrew is a mouse...Is he still alive? No, I confirmed his wreckage with my own eyes..."
Snape shook his head, "No, it's just two fingers...Peter might still be alive!—Of course, this is just what Lupine and Black said: he said he was innocent and was framed by Peter Pettigrew...13 years ago, Lily and the so-called [Keeper] of James Potter were actually Peter Pettigrew, who betrayed both of them..."
"I don't believe it!" Harry yelled.
Snape ignored it, he directly took out a brownish-yellow, plump snuff from his pocket, and threw it on McGuffin's bed.
The little thing sniffed around with a trembling nose, then immediately rolled into a ball and rushed to McGuffin's clothes, four fleshy little paws messed around.
"I didn't believe Black and Lupine's nonsense at first... until the old mouse directly took the shape of this animal in my hands... Don't say you don't know it, MacGuffin!"
"Garon!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Explain... explain? McGuffin!" Snape pressed on, staring into the little wizard's eyes. "You must have discovered something...otherwise you wouldn't have done this. Turn your pet into an old mouse for no reason!"
Fudgee glanced at Black—the MacGuffin the guy had been staring at.
So, he also directly began to persecute and threaten the little wizard, "Yes, you must say something... If you know, you must explain... Otherwise, you will be in big trouble, Albert!"
Everyone wants to hear what McGuffin has to say.
Shir!
McGuffin felt his head was getting bigger.
——It seems that the original plan to drive Wormtail is completely over!
——Let’s deal with this step before we talk about it.
"Well, I do know...or guess something!"
"For example... Ron! Don't you think there is something wrong with Scabbers? The lifespan is far longer than that of ordinary mice, and it is particularly resistant to some magic... Especially when the news of Sirius' escape from prison reached Egypt last year..."
"what?"
"You don't remember seeing the ancient pyramids, when I received the Daily Prophet...the cataclysm on the magic carpet...we almost fell because of the rat..."
Ron recalled, "What's that? Scabbers was just like thousands of other mice...he woke up and was terrified to see himself deep in the sky!"
"No, it was frightened when it saw the news in the newspaper. I saw with my own eyes that a human expression appeared on the mouse's face for a moment... It was reading the news... and that terrifying and timid expression was very scary, and I can't forget it for a long time..."
"From then on, I knew that Ban Ban had a problem, and the series of events that followed proved my guess."
"I noticed that Scabbers was always collecting, asking for news about Black,...you know, Ron! From that day on, Scabbers began to lose hair like crazy, lost weight, lost his appetite - he was terrified." McGuffin said.
"Then I started looking for relevant information along Black's files...and found out his charges...killing Peter Pettigrew...the wreckage left behind, only two fingers...Obviously Scabbers is missing only two toes...It all connects."
"Then why didn't you tell me!" Ron was a little exasperated, and his voice was a little louder and hoarse.
"I can't confirm it! I know your character, Ron... If I told you directly, not only would you not believe it, but you would even startle the snake. What's more, all this is speculation without any evidence at all! If Peter Pettigrew is rashly alarmed, we will all be in danger. He is the wizard who directly blew up two Muggle streets... To deal with him, you can only attack him after you have fully confirmed it."
"As for the matter about Black...if Peter Pettigrew is still alive and can turn into a mouse, when I know from the newspapers that Wormtail and Black were once friends...it's easy to infer that Black is also an Animagus, can transform, and is probably innocent."
"Then, as Harry's godfather, he will definitely visit Harry."
"So I wandered around [The Leaky Cauldron], and with almost no effort, I saw the big black dog that had been secretly staring at Harry!"
"And then……"
"Ron, take out the [Marauder's Map]...it should still be on you," McGuffin said.
(End of this chapter)
The muscles on Black's face twitched, not knowing what to say.
When he hurried to follow to protect Harry, he had expected such an end.
It's not that Black has no chance to escape, it's just that...he can't move away from Potter's son.
Especially after the 'shocking change' not long ago... I saw that little wizard tearing up the dementor... No!It is very likely that after the scene of tearing Voldemort by hand,
He was even more convinced that Harry needed to stay away from that MacGuffin.
Besides, this little wizard was the first to know his identity... the name of Padfoot... and the matter of Wormtail Spotted... There are too many mysteries in that little wizard...
Blake must know what this little wizard is trying to do with Harry.
But now the little wizard has not woken up, he has been cornered.
After opening his mouth several times, Black couldn't tell his identity.
Because he also knew that, from Harry's point of view—
Sirius Black was a Death Eater, a prisoner of Azkaban... the traitor who killed his parents, and Wormtail was still missing.
When Blake panicked and was at a loss,
Fudge hurriedly began to urge Black to tell his name again, he seemed to sense something was wrong, and his tone was somewhat suspicious and nervous.
Blake didn't know what he could say...his tongue froze!
"Black! He's Sirius Black!"
At this time, a voice sounded from the opposite side.
It's a MacGuffin!
He has woken up!
However, the others no longer cared about the little wizard.
After hearing this,
Fudge shuddered, staggered back a few steps, touched the edge of Ron's bed, and sat down on it.
The guy's eyeballs swung back and forth like pendulums between Black and McGuffin.
He staggered and asked dreamily, "What, you said... what is his name!?"
It even sounded a little crying... Obviously, tonight, there will be a series of 'surprises' one after another... It will completely defeat the Minister of Magic.
Snape couldn't hold back anymore.
——Hiss, bark!
He failed, leaked air from the corner of his mouth, and let out a weird laugh.
Harry's eyes widened, he clenched his fists, and looked at the big belly in front of him in the dark ward...
——My head is covered with a cloud.
He was completely stunned by this sentence.
--what happened?who?
Madam Pomfrey also looked at Black up and down, and after she was amazed frequently, she realized something, and hurriedly put her wand on her chest for defense.
Only Dumbledore, the old bee, looked at Black calmly, as if he had expected it, as if he was waiting for something to progress.
"What did you say!"
Fudge struggled to stand up with all his strength, rushed in front of McGuffin, and shouted hoarsely at the little wizard, "What do you mean?"
Not at all the demeanor of a Minister of Magic.
"who is he!?"
"Black, he's Sirius Black!" said McGuffin.
"Do not!"
"Never—possibly!"
Fudge screamed in despair, he jumped up, rushed directly in front of Black, and with a move with his wand, a black and white arrest warrant of Sirius appeared out of thin air, and he gestured directly to Black's round and fat face...
He turned on the light with his wand, and shouted angrily, "Take a look—look—"
Fudge waved the [Wanted Notice], compared the active [Photo of Sirius Roaring] with Black's fat face, and pointed it out to everyone present——
"Look at this face... this nose, this mouth... this flesh..."
"Is this—could it be the face of a wanted criminal?"
"McGuffin! You must be dizzy because of what happened just now,—yes! That black magic seems to have more serious effects on you than you imagined...You are wrong!"
Fudge slapped Black's trembling belly fiercely and growled viciously, "I won't admit it, how could a wanted man who escaped from Azkaban be like this—"
"--Snapped!"
Another slap.
"What could it be? Is that Azkaban? A wanted criminal?"
"You're not Blake—you say you are, Blake?"
His mind was obviously completely confused by this news, and he even said such nonsense directly.
(Black is silent and does not answer...but everyone understands the meaning...only Fudge refuses to admit this reality.)
As a matter of fact, Fu Jita actually... vaguely confirmed the truth of the matter in his heart,
——Although the photo looks like two people, if you look carefully, you can still find some similarities between the plump face and the eyebrows and eyes in the photo.
Fudge was just trying to deny it, not acknowledging the reality.
And it was only natural, considering... the previous photos, and his own special instructions to Rita Skeeter to pick out a few photogenic photos for publication, Fudge was about to faint.
And what's worse... Thinking about tomorrow morning, a whole UK wizard will see a picture of himself shaking hands with the first escaped Azkaban wanted man in history, as well as news reports.
He wished he could send [One Forget All Empty] to his head, and completely forget the memory of this self-proclaimed cleverness.
With a one-in-a-million possibility, Fudge snarled at McGuffin and asked again (he didn't dare to turn around to confirm with Black himself), "Little wizard, did you remember wrongly? Did you recognize the wrong person? Are you kidding me?"
Three in a row with spit stars flying all over the sky.
McGuffin retreated tactically for a while, and quickly pointed to Snape, who had been having fun behind him.
"It's not just me, you see...Professor Snape should know too!"
Fudge turned around sharply, and saw the sneer on Snape's face that hadn't stopped.
"No—impossible!"
"Sirius Black should be like this... like this!"
Fudge pointed at the emaciated Blake on the wanted notice with trembling fingers, and then stared at Blake's trembling belly... turning his head back and forth.
He screamed intermittently, "How-could! I-don't-believe it!"
The voice was high and shrill, extremely miserable... Even Madam Pomfrey couldn't bear to stop Connelly's almost uncontrollable yelling here in the infirmary.
"Calm down! Connelly!"
Dumbledore stretched out his hand and clenched his fist. Immediately afterwards, there was a crackling sound in everyone's ears, and then their heads felt as if a touch of ice water had been poured on them, cooling down their hearts.
Even Fudge calmed down and began to gasp in place - staring at Snape and Black.
"We'll let him speak for himself—" said Dumbledore.
Under the gaze of everyone, Black could only nod slowly, admitting his identity.
"I'm Blake!"
The hoarse voice was the last straw.
--Snapped!
Fudge fell to the ground at once...he was just like that, his eyes were blank, and his whole body remained sluggish.
Madam Pomfrey struggled for a long time before helping him onto Harry's bed,
After careful inspection, she found that Fudge was just too frightened... his brain had a strike, and he couldn't accept the news for a while.
At this time, Hermione, Ron, and the twins were all woken up by Fudge's screaming voice.
"How is this going?"
"Professor Dumbledore! Death Eaters! Voldemort!"
Twins, and Hermione, Ron shouted in a hurry and weakly after seeing Fudge, Minister of Magic, and Professor Dumbledore present. (Their memories are still in the Honeydukes cellar.)
"Quiet, it's over, the Death Eaters are all captured...you must rest!"
Seeing that everyone was not wary of Sirius Black (plus Professor Dumbledore was present), Pomfrey felt a little relieved, and hurried over to push the little wizards to his bed.
"Professor, what do you have to say! Say it quickly... the little wizards need to rest!"
Madam Pomfrey stared at Black curiously, perhaps because it was so shocking that she didn't drive them out of the infirmary.
"Yes, Poppy!" said Dumbledore, turning to Snape and asking,
"Severus, why do you trust Black? That's not your style!"
Even Dumbledore was curious about this.
Dumbledore was not at all surprised that Snape recognized Black, but for the two of them to be able to maintain a semblance of peace... so that Fudge and others didn't even notice that something was wrong... this is a bit amazing!
Upon hearing this question, Snape immediately lowered his face and pointed directly at the MacGuffin, "Ask him... the great MacGuffin Albert already knows everything!"
Everyone stared at McGuffin.
As he spoke, Snape walked up to McGuffin step by step with a stern face, and asked directly, "When did you know that big dog... Padfoot is Black... and when did you know that Ron's old mouse is Peter Wormtail Pettigrew!"
"Say--"
Black also stared at McGuffin, this was the question he wanted to know the most.
"Professor! What - what does that mean? What is my old mouse?" Ron asked in a very low voice, wondering.
An extremely bad premonition floated in his heart.
In addition to Ron's doubts, Snape's questioning still woke up Fudge who was in a daze. He lit up his eyes and stared at Snape hatefully, "What do you mean? Snape Severus, what do you mean? Wormtail Pettigrew is a mouse...Is he still alive? No, I confirmed his wreckage with my own eyes..."
Snape shook his head, "No, it's just two fingers...Peter might still be alive!—Of course, this is just what Lupine and Black said: he said he was innocent and was framed by Peter Pettigrew...13 years ago, Lily and the so-called [Keeper] of James Potter were actually Peter Pettigrew, who betrayed both of them..."
"I don't believe it!" Harry yelled.
Snape ignored it, he directly took out a brownish-yellow, plump snuff from his pocket, and threw it on McGuffin's bed.
The little thing sniffed around with a trembling nose, then immediately rolled into a ball and rushed to McGuffin's clothes, four fleshy little paws messed around.
"I didn't believe Black and Lupine's nonsense at first... until the old mouse directly took the shape of this animal in my hands... Don't say you don't know it, MacGuffin!"
"Garon!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Explain... explain? McGuffin!" Snape pressed on, staring into the little wizard's eyes. "You must have discovered something...otherwise you wouldn't have done this. Turn your pet into an old mouse for no reason!"
Fudgee glanced at Black—the MacGuffin the guy had been staring at.
So, he also directly began to persecute and threaten the little wizard, "Yes, you must say something... If you know, you must explain... Otherwise, you will be in big trouble, Albert!"
Everyone wants to hear what McGuffin has to say.
Shir!
McGuffin felt his head was getting bigger.
——It seems that the original plan to drive Wormtail is completely over!
——Let’s deal with this step before we talk about it.
"Well, I do know...or guess something!"
"For example... Ron! Don't you think there is something wrong with Scabbers? The lifespan is far longer than that of ordinary mice, and it is particularly resistant to some magic... Especially when the news of Sirius' escape from prison reached Egypt last year..."
"what?"
"You don't remember seeing the ancient pyramids, when I received the Daily Prophet...the cataclysm on the magic carpet...we almost fell because of the rat..."
Ron recalled, "What's that? Scabbers was just like thousands of other mice...he woke up and was terrified to see himself deep in the sky!"
"No, it was frightened when it saw the news in the newspaper. I saw with my own eyes that a human expression appeared on the mouse's face for a moment... It was reading the news... and that terrifying and timid expression was very scary, and I can't forget it for a long time..."
"From then on, I knew that Ban Ban had a problem, and the series of events that followed proved my guess."
"I noticed that Scabbers was always collecting, asking for news about Black,...you know, Ron! From that day on, Scabbers began to lose hair like crazy, lost weight, lost his appetite - he was terrified." McGuffin said.
"Then I started looking for relevant information along Black's files...and found out his charges...killing Peter Pettigrew...the wreckage left behind, only two fingers...Obviously Scabbers is missing only two toes...It all connects."
"Then why didn't you tell me!" Ron was a little exasperated, and his voice was a little louder and hoarse.
"I can't confirm it! I know your character, Ron... If I told you directly, not only would you not believe it, but you would even startle the snake. What's more, all this is speculation without any evidence at all! If Peter Pettigrew is rashly alarmed, we will all be in danger. He is the wizard who directly blew up two Muggle streets... To deal with him, you can only attack him after you have fully confirmed it."
"As for the matter about Black...if Peter Pettigrew is still alive and can turn into a mouse, when I know from the newspapers that Wormtail and Black were once friends...it's easy to infer that Black is also an Animagus, can transform, and is probably innocent."
"Then, as Harry's godfather, he will definitely visit Harry."
"So I wandered around [The Leaky Cauldron], and with almost no effort, I saw the big black dog that had been secretly staring at Harry!"
"And then……"
"Ron, take out the [Marauder's Map]...it should still be on you," McGuffin said.
(End of this chapter)
