Chapter 850 Dahei's Complaint Time

There is only one word difference between condolences and false questions, but there is a world of difference between the two.

The minister pretended to express condolences and the people pretended to be relieved. It seemed like everyone was having a good time, but in fact there were undercurrents.

Vincent didn't know what others would think, but he had seen enough of Fudge's ugly face.

But no matter how reluctant he was, he still had to pretend to be flattered.

Life is like a play, it depends on acting.

After the satisfied Fudge left, his friends all gave him a thumbs up unconsciously.

Fred and George even reenacted the scene in a particularly funny way.

"Mr. Wayne, I heard that you went to track down Peter Pettigrew. Are you not hurt?"

"No, Mr. Minister, luckily Professor Dumbledore is here, otherwise I can't deal with that terrible Fiendfyre."

George nervously grabbed Fred's hands and said, "It's a blessing in disguise. If you had gotten into any accident, it would have been an extremely huge loss to the British wizarding world."

Fred tried to break free from George's hand. "Mr. Minister, you flatter me. I can achieve what I have today thanks to the cultivation of the Ministry of Magic."

"Mr. Wayne, the help we can provide you is limited. This all depends on your own ability."

"Mr. Minister, I am very clear about my own abilities. If I don't have - hiss... Mom, it hurts... it hurts..."

Fred's ears were pulled up hard by Molly, who couldn't bear to watch anymore.

George quickly covered his ears and stepped back.

It’s better not to embarrass yourself in front of so many people.

However, he couldn't escape in the end.

Fortunately, Molly just held the twins' ears and gave them a few words of lecture.

Although they livened up the atmosphere, both adults and children were still a little frightened.

Sirius glanced at Aberforth and suggested, "Since everyone is here today, why don't we go sit over at the Hog's Head?"

His proposal was unanimously agreed.

Hogsmeade was exceptionally quiet today. Even the Three Broomsticks, which was usually bustling, was silent.

A mere Dark Mark can make the British wizarding world so scared. It is hard to imagine what will happen when Voldemort returns.

The Pig's Head Bar at the end of the village is small, but everyone can barely sit down.

Not long after Vincent sat down, Sirius came over with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

"Drink?"

"it is good."

After a glass of wine, Sirius leaned closer and spoke in a very low voice.

"Do you believe the prophecy of that old liar?"

Vincent nodded slightly. "Even Voldemort was afraid of the prophecy, and you chose to believe it yourself, didn't you?"

Sirius's expression changed slightly, "How dare you say his name? Aren't you afraid that he will remember you?"

Vincent took a sip of whiskey and said, "I think he has been on my mind for a long time. Besides, I don't think he is scary at all."

If I have to say something, it's just that it looks particularly scary.

Sirius smiled, "I finally understand why I always like to drink with you."

Vincent put down his glass, "Why?"

"Because you give me a very similar feeling to Professor Dumbledore. You are both trustworthy people."

Vincent pouted, "I don't have the patience to listen to your complaints."

Sirius raised his glass, "I don't think I've ever complained to you about anything?"

Vincent clinked his glass with his, "You were just complaining to me about the prophecy."

"That doesn't count." Sirius drank the wine in one gulp. "You can probably guess what I'm really worried about, right?"

Vincent followed his gaze and saw Harry's not-so-thin back.

To completely destroy Voldemort, all Horcruxes must be destroyed, even if it is just a small fragment of soul.

Sirius filled his own glass, tilted his head back and drank it down in another gulp.

"I heard from Dumbledore that you once had a near-death experience?"

"Yes." Vincent silently looked at the golden whiskey in the glass, "The professor probably didn't tell you who that person was, did he?"

Sirius shook his head, "That's an old friend of his, and another one of your teachers."

Vincent smiled and glanced at everyone in the bar, "Don't worry, my teacher's magic level is no worse than Professor Dumbledore's. In some areas, he is even better than him."

Sirius immediately thought of the Dark Arts.

Those who use black magic are not necessarily dark wizards, but those who have studied it in depth are definitely not good people.

Of course, except for Vincent who was not affected.

If anything happened to Harry...

Just as Sirius was about to pick up the bottle, Vincent reached out and pinned his arm.

"I can take Harry to see my teacher anytime he's ready."

These words seemed to have a special magic, which unconsciously gave Sirius a lot of confidence.

He stared at those blue eyes, "You really are very similar to Dumbledore."

Vincent let go of his hand and twitched his lips. "I shouldn't have brought you back to Hogwarts. I should have left you in that cave to fend for yourself."

Sirius' face darkened, as if he remembered something unpleasant.

At that time, Vincent examined him carefully inside and out in order to treat his wounds.

Although he was a big black dog at that time, he would feel an inexplicable sense of shame whenever he thought of this.

As he thought about it, he suddenly laughed.

Those weekend get-togethers with the kids in the Forbidden Forest were truly wonderful.

This would allow him to temporarily forget that he was being wanted and his hatred for Peter Pettigrew.

"Thank you, Vincent."

Vincent thought he had heard it wrongly, "What?"

Sirius's face darkened again, "Forget it if you can't hear me. I will only speak once."

“Tsk tsk—” Vincent smacked his lips, “I never thought, I never thought, Dahei, you are such an emotional person.”

Little Black was the name of Sirius when he was still a black dog, and Big Black is the nickname the children give him now.

Sirius poured himself a drink gloomily, "I'm not a nasty person like Snotlout. Keeping things in your heart will only make you sick."

Vincent was a little surprised.

He knew Snape well.

The old saying is indeed true: the person who knows you best is often your enemy.

"What? Is there something dirty on my face?"

Vincent shook his head, looked around and started gossiping, "By the way, how did you get into trouble with Snape?"

Sirius thought for a moment and said, "I just don't like him. James and I disliked him the first time we saw him on the train."

Sirius might be, but James might not be.

Maybe it was out of jealousy, or maybe it was because he wanted to attract attention. In any case, if it hadn't been for that glance, there was a high probability that Harry's last name would have been Snape.

No wonder it's a love-hate relationship.

But given the old bat's twisted personality and Lily being so popular at school, it would probably be difficult even without James.

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