Chapter 313: The Minister Was Assassinated And The Whole Place Was Blocked! The Inhumane Black Famil
Fudge lay straight on the ground, and there was a crisp sound when the back of his head hit the ground.
There was first a brief silence in the courtroom, and then there was extreme chaos.
"Oops! Fudge fainted from anger!"
"The minister was assassinated, the whole place was blocked!"
"Doctor, call the doctor quickly!"
A group of Aurors and Wizengamot mages hurriedly gathered around, squeezing out Amelia Bones, who was closest to Fudge. Wayne also looked at it in shock.
He had heard of some prisoners being frightened and fainting after the final trial results came out, and he had never heard of a judge being scolded by a prisoner.
Peter Pettigrew...had a moment.
Also... the quality of wizards is actually quite high. The most curses and exclamations are stuck in the vague terms of mudblood and slug.
What Peter just said was extremely pregnant, and Fudge, who was in contact with high-quality people every day, could not withstand it.
Soon, a doctor was found by an Auror.
Fudge had actually woken up before they came back, but his brain was still groggy. A bunch of people just gathered around and didn't dare to touch him.
If anything goes wrong, the murder of the Minister of Magic will begin.
"Get out of the way, don't surround the patient, it will affect the air circulation." The doctor dispersed the crowd, squatted on the ground to check Fudge's condition, and even opened his eyelids to take a look.
The conclusion was quickly reached.
"I'm so angry that I'm having a cerebral infarction."
The onlookers looked puzzled. Who would have thought that Fudge still had this medical condition?
"What now?" Kingsley asked.
"To be on the safe side, let's send it to St. Mungo's." The doctor didn't dare to be careless. After all, Fudge had a special status and he didn't want to take the blame.
"Shackle, go see Minister Fudge off." Fudge lay down, and everyone present felt that Bones had the highest position, so she made the decision.
"I will be in charge of Pettigrew's trial."
Pettigrew had already confessed to all the crimes, and the sentence was simple.
Before Shakur agreed, Fudge, who was still lying on the ground, straightened up.
"No, no, Peter, leave it to me!"
The words were spoken intermittently, and it took several people a long time to understand.
Fudge almost hated Peter now. Today was obviously his highlight moment, a great opportunity for him to show his fair and righteous side, but it was all ruined by Peter.
What if someone else decides and the sentence is too light?
He must deal with this mouse himself!
Suddenly, Fudge saw that the reporter was still taking photos of him crazily with a camera. He rolled his eyes in anger and fainted again.
Seeing this scene, Dumbledore was helpless: "Send Connelly to St. Mungo's first, for the trial..."
"I think it's better to postpone it a little bit."
Snape walked in at some point and looked at Peter who was so frightened that he couldn't speak. "I've recently been researching a potion that can make it impossible for people to complete Animagus transformation. Let me keep an eye on him for a while."
"No, no." Peter Pettigrew was going crazy: "I won't transform and escape. Put me in Azkaban quickly! Hurry up!"
"Don't hand me over to this devil, I beg you!"
He just wanted to scold Fudge a few times to feel refreshed before being imprisoned. Why did he send himself back to Snape again?
Peter Pettigrew was so heartbroken that he almost fainted like Fudge.
But after Snape's training, how could it be so easy to measure?
The more Peter Pettigrew said this, the more others suspected that his motives were impure.
Bones nodded without hesitation: "Then leave it to you, Dean Snape. Let's talk about the trial after Minister Fudge wakes up."
A trial ended in such an anticlimactic manner.
Although Peter Pettigrew has not yet been sentenced, Sirius has been proven innocent. The only trouble is that he is an illegal Animagus and should logically be imprisoned in Azkaban.
But since he had been imprisoned for more than ten years, the Ministry of Magic decided to be lenient and just asked him to pay a fine and register.
After one hour.
Standing innocently on the street outside the Ministry of Magic, Sirius raised his head and felt the breath of freedom.
"Congratulations to you, Sirius, and congratulations to you too, Harry." Dumbledore looked at the two of them with a smile:
"Now, you all have families."
In one sentence, both of them had tears in their eyes. Sirius hugged Dumbledore heavily, and then hugged Harry.
"If anyone says you are an orphan in the future, just tell me and I will beat their parents."
Harry nodded heavily, his glasses blurred by tears.
Wayne also stood aside with Grace, watching this heartwarming scene.
"Okay." Sirius wiped his eyes and smiled: "I can't wait to get a new wand.
"Wayne, come with me. We'll go to Gringotts together."
Wayne nodded obediently and snapped his fingers.
A ball of fire appeared out of thin air. When it gathered together, it was not Phoenix King, but Fox.
Lao Deng silently covered his chest.
This kid can summon Fox through telepathy...
Harry and Sirius also looked at each other very strangely. They couldn't tell whose bird it was.
The Daily Prophet was very fast. While Sirius was still on trial, they had actually published the urgent newspaper. So when everyone arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, the guests and the owner Tom all sent warm greetings. applause, congratulating him on regaining his freedom.
Although many people don't understand why his choice is so stupid, it does not prevent people from admiring the friendship between him and James.
For a mistake, he chose to stay in Azkaban for more than ten years, and even his escape was for revenge. No one would dislike such a friend.
When he came to the patio in the backyard of the bar and looked at the brand new wall, Sirius asked a little strangely:
"When was the entry method to Diagon Alley changed? How can we tell which brick it is?"
"That's why the Ministry of Magic asked me to come." The old man sitting on the small bench stood up and skillfully clicked a brick. The wall immediately pushed open to both sides to make way for a passage.
Sirius was even more surprised now, "The Ministry of Magic is actually so considerate and has specially arranged staff?"
"Who wants to open the door for people every day!" The old man yelled: "I don't know which wizard who is idle and indifferent has changed the mechanism here [there will be fools blocked outside the door every day."
"Pfft!"
Sirius couldn't hold it back and laughed: "This style of prank, I'm sure it must be someone from Gryffindor. It's so interesting."
"That's not certain." Dumbledore glanced at Wayne without trace: "When you were in school, there were many scheduling students from other colleges.
Lao Deng had long suspected that this was Wayne's handiwork.
There are still some people in the UK who can do the magic patterns and trap magic that can make him feel troublesome.
But with such spare time and 'childish heart'... besides Wayne, he really couldn't think of anyone else.
But seeing that the young man still had a calm expression, Dumbledore was shaken in his doubts again.
It's really not him?
"Professor, you always watch what I do, Sirius and the others have all gone in."
"Oh, I just suddenly thought of something and got distracted. Let's keep up."
Dumbledore came to his senses and took a few quick steps.
Behind him, the corners of Yan'en's mouth curled up a bit.
Of course he knew that Dumbledore suspected him, but it was just like breaking school rules. If it wasn't discovered, it meant it wasn't his fault.
Arriving in Diagon Alley, Harry suddenly remembered a question.
"Sirius, was it you the black dog I saw here last summer?"
"That's right." Sirius nodded, glanced at Dumbledore quietly, and then whispered: "I wanted to steal a wand, and I happened to see you.
"You and James are almost carved out of the same mold, so they are easy to recognize."
"Then how did you get in?" Harry asked curiously.
Sirius grinned: "I know a path to Knockturn Alley."
It dawned on Harry.
Several people arrived at Ollivander's wand shop first. The wand maker hadn't read the newspaper yet and was startled when he saw Sirius appear.
It was only after Dumbledore explained it that he understood what was going on and began to choose a wand for Sirius.
Since it was not the first wand [Sirius's one cost a full fifteen galleons. 【013704414 Feilu 210152510】
He hadn't gone to Gringotts to get the money yet, so Wayne had to advance the money.
At this time, Sirius was no different from a little wizard preparing to enter school. He waved his wand excitedly and made crackling explosions. In the end, Ollivander couldn't stand it anymore and kicked him out of the shop.
Dumbledore also left afterwards, he had some other things to deal with.
Afterwards, the four of them went to Gringotts.
The Black family's vault is located in the deepest part of Gringotts and is numbered 713. Originally, Harry planned to go to his vault first to see how much money he had, but Wayne said there was no need for this.
"The last time I went with you, the total was more than seven thousand galleons. You gave me two thousand in the past two years, and there is nothing left. Even if you still have five thousand.'
Harry was shocked: "You know how much money is in the vault just by looking at it?"
.....***……..
This number was similar to what he calculated, so he didn't suspect that Wayne was making it up.
The young man smiled shyly: "It's a professional habit, so don't be surprised."
Harry:
He seriously suspected that Wayne had been eyeing his inheritance since that time...
Even if Sirius didn't have anything to do with him, he would be hollowed out sooner or later.
Sirius was also curious: "Why did you give him two thousand Galleons?"
"This is the tuition fee." Harry explained: "I learned almost all the Defense Against the Dark Arts from Wayne, oh, and the tutor also taught some.
"Including the weird shadow magic last time?" Sirius was very interested in anything related to combat.
"Well, that's the magic invented by Wayne."
Sirius gave a thumbs up: "This is money well spent."
He had a deep understanding of Harry's dueling prowess. When the two of them fought against Snape, Harry's performance was no worse than that of any adult wizard. His spells were powerful and well organized.
Especially the disarming spell can be cast silently.
Harry nodded in agreement, and then gloated: "Malfoy pays Wayne fifteen hundred dollars a year.
As long as Malfoy is around, the thought of the sky-high tuition fees of a thousand galleons a year is not so painful.
A group of people took a small car, led by a goblin, to the deepest part of Gringotts.
On the way, they also saw an old Ukrainian Iron Belly. Its eyes were cloudy pink and its hind legs were wearing heavy shackles.
Harry couldn't help but hold his breath. This was the first time he saw an adult dragon, and it was the largest Ukrainian Iron Belly.
Even though he could see that this dragon was very old, the feeling of oppression was not overwhelming.
Finally, the small mine cart stopped, and the goblin who led the way jumped out first, took out a bunch of keys, opened dozens of door locks on it one by one, and then gently clicked on the door panel, making a crisp sound.
The door slowly opened, golden light spurted out, and Harry narrowed his eyes involuntarily.
After seeing clearly what was going on inside, I couldn't help but breathe quickly.
This was a treasury that was more than ten times bigger than his. The ground was filled with gold galleons. Poor Yinxi could only huddle in the corner and form a hill.
As for Nat, no one could be seen.
Mixed in the gold galleons were various armors, swords, and precious jewelry, which were simply inhumane.
Compared with the Weasley family, Harry is a super rich man.
Compared with Blake, Harry is another poor man struggling on the poverty line...
"Sirius, what do the Black family do and why are they so rich?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
Sirius shrugged nonchalantly: "My ancestors were lucky and discovered several gold mines. Later they bought some land and lived by collecting rent."
"There is a lot less here. Back then, my great-grandfather donated half of his property to the Ministry of Magic to fight against a powerful dark wizard. He also received a First Class Order of Merlin."
Sirius first coaxed the goblin whose eyes were shaped like gold coins out, and then patted its tail.
Rumble!
The ground suddenly trembled, and six doors suddenly appeared on the smooth wall.
Sirius pulled one open with force, using anything other than ROVE
"Wayne, my great-great-grandfather promised you this kind of vault. Each one contains one hundred thousand galleons, so the total is three hundred thousand galleons, plus the five thousand galleons that Harry owes you. Oh yes, you can Let’s also take away his tuition fees for the next few years.”
He suddenly winked again: "How about... you take another one from the vault and teach me the meditation technique you gave to Harry?"
Recently, Harry has been meditating according to the method taught by Wayne. He has seen the results and is very jealous of it.
He had been idle for more than ten years and was already a long way behind Snape. If he wanted to catch up with the slug, he would have to spend a lot of money.
Wayne thought for a while and felt that there was no problem in teaching the simplified version to Sirius, so he nodded and agreed.
But he still said: "You don't need to teach Harry's tuition, just let Harry do it himself.'
Sirius was very surprised: "Can't we just get it from here? Why bother?"
Wayne pursed his lips, motioning for Harry to explain.
Harry pulled Sirius's sleeves with some embarrassment and whispered: "Because... Wayne likes to make money from students. He feels that it feels more fulfilling to look at our sarcastic expressions."
Sirius looked in shock at the boy who had already taken out the box to collect the gold coins, and asked the question that many people had in mind:
"How on earth did you get assigned to Hufflepuff...Xi".