Chapter 750 Surrender? No, it’s vindication!

5:20 am,

Outside Hogwarts.

Vincent promptly grabbed the leg of Peter Pettigrew, who had returned to his human form, and walked towards McGonagall and the others with Hermione.

The long night finally passed.

But in Mag's opinion, it was no small accident that the British Museum was severely damaged.

More than half of the Ministry of Magic's staff had been sent to Hogwarts, and they were now hanging upside down all over the place.

The manpower of the Incident Reversal Team and the Memory Cancellation Command alone are not enough to cover up the matter. If the Muggle Mediation Committee does not have a convincing reason for the Muggle government, it will not be able to declare it to be a gas explosion as it did 12 years ago.

Looking at the two young wizards with guilty faces, Mag's tight lips relaxed slightly.

"Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, the source of all this is Peter Pettigrew. I believe the Ministry of Magic will not come to trouble you."

Fudge hasn't wiped his butt yet, and now that such a serious incident has occurred that will expose the wizarding world, he will no longer be able to interfere with Hogwarts in the short term.

Everything was successfully resolved except for the last and most important one.

In central London, which was crowded with fire engines and construction vehicles, a group of wizards dressed in inappropriate clothes appeared one after another in the dark alleys near Whitehall.

They walked into the red phone booth, and Mag at the front dialed the number "".

"Hello, welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please identify yourself in an orderly manner."

"Minerva McGonagall."

"Remus Lupin."

"Severus Snape."

"Vincent Wayne."

"Hermione Granger."

"Harry Potter."

"Ron Weasley."

"Sirius Black—and Peter Pettigrew."

"OK, just a second."

The receptionist obviously didn't react, and visitor badges popped out of the coin slot one after another.

"What! Sirius Black?"

After an exclamation, the entire phone booth shook violently.

One ancient rune after another emerged from the transparent glass, and the phone booth was soon completely isolated from the outside world.

Sirius was extremely unhappy and kicked Peter Pettigrew, who was tied up as a mummy in the corner.

Snape, who was even more unhappy than him, sneered repeatedly, making Lupine frown.

"Padfoot, if he dies, no one will be able to prove your innocence."

Sirius kicked the glass full of ancient runes, "I have a sense of propriety."

He turned his head and met Snape's cold eyes, "Snotlout, I know what you are thinking. You'd better be honest with me."

"Ho-"

McGonagall looked back at the two of them, "Severus, Peter Pettigrew must live. This is what we agreed before."

Snape snorted and turned his head.

She then glared at Sirius and Lupine, "Also, remember what you promised me, put aside all personal grudges for the time being.

The dementors are probably coming soon. We must not start any internal strife before we can clearly explain the cause and effect of the matter. "

Both of them were once her students, and people from the Ministry of Magic were already here.

Aurors supporting the museum arrived one after another through Apparition, and they immediately surrounded the phone booth with murderous intent.

Scrimgeour stepped forward with an expression on his face and glanced at the people inside one by one.

There are students and professors, could they be Sirius's hostages?

But the atmosphere inside didn't look like a hostage at all. The only thing that resembled it was the little man in the corner who was tied up like a mummy.

Wait, this person looks familiar, I must have seen him somewhere.

One of the few recipients of the Order of Merlin, First Class?

That Peter Pettigrew who was brutally murdered by Sirius together with 12 innocent Muggles nearly twelve years ago?

Could it be that Sirius was caught by them?

No, his hands were not tied and he even held a wand.

Could it be a discovery of conscience? Came to the Ministry of Magic and surrendered?

Scrimgeour looked shocked.

Just then, Fudge and Umbridge appeared.

The two walked up to him with smiles on their faces, but when they saw the situation inside the phone booth, they had as many questions as him.

It is a good thing to be happy that Sirius surrendered himself to the trap. The outside world's attention will shift from the Ministry of Magic's many failures at Hogwarts to this prison escape maniac.

We were all planning to open champagne to celebrate, but why did Peter Pettigrew suddenly come back to life?

Fudge thought of the terrorist attack on the Muggle museum tonight, and had an unknown premonition in his heart.

"Knock knock—" Mag tapped the glass with his hand, attracting all their attention.

"Mr. Minister, I hope you can calm down and listen to me."

Her expression was more serious than ever before, "The real culprit who blew up half of the Muggle streets 12 years ago was not Sirius, but Peter Pettigrew, who left a finger to pretend to be dead."

"What!?"

Vincent raised Wales's wand, "Guys, this is the evidence.

Peter Pettigrew used it many times to cast blasting spells, and the magical atmosphere in the British Museum must perfectly match it. "

Fudge said nothing and looked at Scrimgeour beside him.

"Mr. Minister, the explosion at the museum was indeed caused by the blasting spell."

Umbridge raised her wand with great discernment and pointed it at several magical runes on the glass.

Vincent also very wisely handed the evidence to the hole that slowly appeared.

Scrimgeour took it in his hand and looked at it with a solemn expression.

Not only is there the residual aura of the blasting curse, there is even a strong aura of black magic.

"Mr. Minister, I need to confirm again."

Fudge glanced over, and Umbridge quickly enlarged the small hole to adult size.

Sirius threw the mummified Peter Pettigrew outside.

Umbridge's eyes were extremely evil, "Black! You -"

Fudge waved his hand and she immediately shut her mouth.

Scrimgeour knelt down with a heavy face.

If Peter Pettigrew was the real murderer, then Sirius was the innocent victim.

It turns out that this is not a surrender, but a rehabilitation.

Although he thought it was unlikely, the magical aura on the evidence matched that of Peter Pettigrew.

Seeing him hesitating, Fudge already knew the answer.

The former hero turned out to be the real murderer, and the escaped gangster who served 12 years in Azkaban turned out to be an innocent person who was framed.

Although he was not the Minister of Magic at the time, if this matter were to be known to the outside world, the people's trust, which was already at rock bottom, might completely disappear.

When demonstrations and protests start to appear, the British wizarding world will definitely be in chaos.

When that time comes, it can't be solved by kneeling down to apologize. Being kicked out will be a minor matter.

If you make good use of it...

Fudge changed his face and showed a smile full of hypocrisy, "Mr. Black, we still have many questions that we need you to answer. Could you please come with us to the ministry?"

Umbridge put on the same smile and quickly unblocked the phone booth.

His attitude became so polite that even Harry and Ron felt unusual.

Everyone acted very cooperatively, except Snape who remained indifferent throughout the whole process and did not give a good look.

After all, he was arrested as a suspect and imprisoned for less than half a month, which was understandable.

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