Dumbledore looked at Peter's head: "Sirius knows all this, they used to be good classmates, but Harry, how do you know?"

"I have brains," Harry deadpanned.

Sirius drank another half of his glass.

"During the summer vacation, Ron mentioned Scabbers - that was Peter's name when he was disguised as a mouse, and mentioned Scabbers' age." Harry explained, "He has lived for thirteen years, so Hermione and I had some guesses."

"Later, I interrogated Uncle Lupin and found out that they were all illegal Animagus."

Scrimgeour's eyes widened and he grasped his wand subconsciously.

Three illegal Animagus, what an achievement!

But I reacted quickly.

Two of them were already dead, and the other had deeds far greater than that of an illegal Animagus.

Harry continued.

"Peter is a rat, and everything is against Scabbers."

"Uncle Lupin and I caught him and have been keeping him in the office ever since. Professor Dumbledore, this is the little secret I told you before."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "You told me in half a month, and now it's almost three months."

"If I told you, you would believe the Ministry of Magic." Harry shook his head.

Scrimgeour gritted his teeth: "Of course the Ministry of Magic is trustworthy."

Harry gave a mocking laugh.

Sirius shook his head as well.

Lupin showed no expression, but he obviously thought the same thing as Sirius.

"So, how did Peter die?" Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, sat up straight, and stared at him with his sapphire eyes hidden under the reflective mirror.

"I killed him," Harry said bluntly.

Dumbledore was stunned, as if he had let out a sigh of relief, and his sitting posture became loose again: "I thought you would make up some excuse. After all, killing people is not a good thing."

"But revenge for one's parents is obviously a good thing." Harry shook his head. "Professor, you surprised me. I thought you were going to lecture me."

Dumbledore looked at Peter and nodded: "Of course, I always disagree with solving problems with violence. I prefer to let the Ministry of Magic solve it."

“But this is a little different.”

"And you're very nice Harry, you're different."

As he spoke these words, his expression was heavy.

Was there a past?

Harry noticed, but didn't say anything.

Scrimgeour fidgeted.

On the one hand, there is nothing more legitimate than a son avenging his father.

But on the other hand, Harry did manage to get past the Ministry of Magic and kill a man.

"Mr. Potter." He hesitated, glanced at Dumbledore, and mustered up his courage.

Harry directly blocked his words: "The Ministry of Magic can understand it this way. I discovered Peter's conspiracy. He wanted to attack me, and I was forced to fight back and accidentally killed him."

He paused for a moment and said, "When you came here just now, the traces you saw were traces of the battle between me and Peter."

Scrimgeour swallowed what he was about to say and asked a new question: "Then how can we be sure that what you said is true? And not a lie from Black and Lupin?"

He paused and said, "I have to remind you, your Uncle Lupin..."

"A werewolf?" Harry interrupted, his tone urgent and impatient. "I already said I had brains."

Scrimgeour was startled, very surprised.

Lupin is a werewolf!

A ferocious dark magic creature that could transform you into a werewolf with just one bite.

He turned his head and looked at Hermione and Ron, but even these two normal little wizards did not show any surprise on their faces.

Hermione watched quietly.

Ron played with his owl.

Lupin just sighed secretly and had no other reaction to Scrimgeour's words. He was accustomed to this kind of treatment.

Harry pulled a bottle out of the Sorting Hat, waved his wand, and it floated down to Dumbledore's hand: "I took it out of Peter's head before I killed him."

Scrimgeour's throat choked. "Potter, you could say that before you killed him..."

Harry turned his head, his eyes cold.

Scrimgeour turned his head away. Never mind. No one else heard it anyway.

"That memory?" Dumbledore was a little surprised.

Harry nodded.

"It seems that I have to inform Fudge." He waved his wand, and the contents on the parchment slowly emerged. "Fawkes, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Fawkes was dissatisfied and chirped at Hedwig who was squatting on Crookshanks.

Hedwig flapped her wings, flew onto Harry's shoulder, and cooed twice in response.

Fawkes barked even louder, and reluctantly landed on the table, pecked Dumbledore hard, then picked up the letter and flew out of the window.

Less than half an hour.

Fudge pushed the door open angrily, and his voice traveled into the room before his fat body did: "Principal Dumbledore, what trouble have you caused me again? Black has pleaded guilty, how come he..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

He noticed the head on the ground and was startled. His face, which had turned red from running, quickly turned pale. He staggered back two steps and stopped only when he bumped into the cabinet against the wall.

"Professor Dumbledore, what's your new hobby?" He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Why do you put something like this in your office?"

"This is Peter Pettigrew." Dumbledore spoke slowly.

Fudge's face turned serious: "Student victims?"

"But didn't you say in your letter that Blake was innocent?"

Dumbledore nodded at the table. "He is Peter Pettigrew."

Fudge was stunned, trying hard to recall this familiar name. After a while, he finally responded: "Peter Pettigrew? Are you kidding? He is not..."

Harry interrupted him. "I guess I need to explain this again, Minister Fudge. Would you mind sitting down and listening to me?"

Fudge looked at him and nodded.

After Harry told the whole story from beginning to end, Fudge's brows twisted into a huge knot. He sighed and said, "Mr. Potter, you really caused a lot of trouble for our Ministry of Magic."

"Thirteen years ago, Black pleaded guilty. The result was confirmed. Now it is said to be false. Sirius is not the culprit."

“Oh my god!”

Fudge covered his face. He seemed to be able to see the headlines of the Daily Prophet, mocking the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic. His support rate kept declining, and there might even be calls to oust him from the position of Minister.

"Potter." After a long while, he raised his head and looked at Harry, his tone firm, "I'm afraid the Ministry of Magic can't do anything. Peter is already dead. If you take him alive..."

"There are memories," Harry interrupted.

Fudge shook his head quickly: "No, no, no, who knows if that memory has been tampered with."

Harry calmly said: "I pulled it out myself."

"Maybe Peter's memory was altered before he died." Fudge insisted.

Harry continued, "Sirius never came into contact with Peter."

Fudge's eyes rolled and his gaze fell on Lupin: "Maybe he has help."

He didn't point out who it was, but he said everything.

Dumbledore tapped the table with his wand and said in a serious tone: "Cornelly, you shouldn't doubt the professor I chose."

This time Fudge was confident and restrained his sarcasm: "Yes, maybe I shouldn't doubt it."

"But it's been two years. Hogwarts is the safest school in the world. Including this year, there have been incidents for three consecutive years. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor you personally selected for the first two years."

Dumbledore was speechless.

"So you are doubting me?" Harry said calmly, "Do you doubt that I will help the person who killed my parents get away with it?"

Fudge was stunned and waved his hands: "No, that's not what I meant."

"Minister Fudge, it's a good thing for you that Sirius can be acquitted." Harry held his head with both hands and leaned forward slightly.

Fudge was stunned: "Good news?"

"The Ministry of Magic is incompetent." Harry said slowly, "This is an indisputable fact."

Fudge narrowed his eyes, anger welling up on his face.

Scrimgeour's face didn't look very good either.

"But the great and wise Minister Fudge is different. Since he took office in 1990, he has been committed to changing the Ministry of Magic and making it an institution that can truly and effectively manage all wizards."

Fudge was about to curse when he heard Harry praising him. He was stunned and listened patiently.

"And the first thing to be resolved is the past mistakes of the Ministry of Magic."

"Under the leadership of Minister Fudge, we uncovered an incident thirteen years ago in which the Ministry of Magic fabricated lies in order to hastily close the case, and the truth was covered up."

"He was very observant and saw the incompetence of the previous minister, or the previous minister before him, and he quickly made up for it and found the real murderer who killed the Potters."

"To clear the name of Sirius Black, the only heir to the oldest pure-blood family, who had been wrongly accused for thirteen years."

"As for Peter Pettigrew, he intended to kill Harry Potter while on the run, but unfortunately he was killed by Potter's legitimate counterattack."

At this point, Harry paused and looked at Fudge: "How do you think about this, Minister Fudge?"

Fudge's eyes sparkled.

The incompetent Ministry of Magic needs the wise and great Fudge to save it. Most importantly, Dumbledore is not involved in this matter.

All thanks to the "observant" Minister Fudge.

"You are right, Mr. Potter." Fudge's brows relaxed, he smiled slightly and stood up. "The Ministry of Magic's responsibility is to manage every wizard."

"We must punish every crime and ensure the safety of good people."

As he spoke, he puffed out his chest like a truly wise Minister of Magic: "Rufus, bring Peter's body. Oh, yes, and the piece of evidence, the bottle of memory."

Scrimgeour stood up. "Yes, Minister."

Fudge rolled his eyes: "Where's Black?"

Right next to him, a muffled voice came: "I'm here."

Fudge turned his head quickly, looked at Black who was very close to him, smiled and nodded, and promised: "Don't worry, Mr. Black, the Ministry of Magic will definitely clear your name."