Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Fudge was lying straight on the ground, and there was a crisp sound when the back of his head hit the ground.

The courtroom fell into a brief silence, and then it was extremely chaotic.

"Oh no! Fudge fainted from anger!"

"The minister was assassinated, and the whole place was blocked!"

"Physician, call a physician!"

A group of Aurors and Wizengamot wizards surrounded him in a hurry, and squeezed out Amelia Bones, who was originally closest to Fudge. Wayne was also stunned.

He had heard of some prisoners fainting after the final trial results came out, but he had never heard of the judge fainting after being scolded by the prisoners.

Peter Pettigrew... he was quite capable.

That's right... the quality of wizards is actually quite high, and the most insults and sighs are just obscure expressions such as mudblood and slug~~

Peter's words just now were full of mother's content. Fudge, who was in contact with high-quality people every day, could not bear it.

Soon, a doctor was called by the Auror.

Before they came back, Fudge had actually woken up, but his brain was still groggy. A bunch of people just surrounded him and didn't dare to touch him.

If something went wrong, it would be a big case of murdering the Minister of Magic.

"Get out of the way. Don't surround the patient. It affects 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.

Soon came to a conclusion.

"He was so angry that he had a cerebral infarction."

The onlookers looked puzzled. Who would have thought that Fudge had this history?

"What should we do now?" Kingsley asked.

"To be safe, let's send him to St. Mungo's." The doctor didn't dare to be careless. After all, Fudge's status was special, and he didn't want to take the blame.

"Shacklebolt, you go and send Minister Fudge." Fudge lay down. Among all the people present, Bones had the highest position, so she made the decision.

"I will be in charge of Pettigrew's trial."

Petty had confessed to all the charges, and it was easy to sentence him.

Before Shacklebolt agreed, Fudge, who was still lying on the ground, straightened his body.

"No, no, Peter, leave it to me!"

The words were spoken intermittently, and it took several people a long time to understand.

Fudge was almost hating Peter now. Today was obviously his highlight moment, and it was a great opportunity for him to show his fairness and justice, but it was all ruined by Peter.

What if someone else judged and the sentence was too light!

He must take care of this rat himself!

Suddenly, Fudge saw that the reporter was still taking pictures of him crazily with his camera. He was so angry that his eyes rolled up and he fainted again.

Seeing this scene, Dumbledore was helpless: "Send Cornelius to St. Mungo's first, the trial..."

"I think it's better to postpone it."

SSnape came in at some point, looking at Peter, who was so scared that he couldn't speak, with a sinister look: "I'm researching a potion that can prevent people from completing the Animagus transformation. Let me take care of him for a while."

"No, no." Peter Pettigrew was going crazy: "I won't transform and escape. Put me in Azkaban, quickly!"

"Don't hand me over to this devil, I beg you!"

He just wanted to scold Fudge a few times before being locked up, so why did he send himself back to Snape's hands?

Peter Pettigrew was so heartbroken that he almost fainted like Fudge.

But after being trained by Snape, how could he faint so easily?

The more Peter Pettigrew said this, the more others suspected that his motives were impure.

Bones nodded without hesitation: "Then I'll leave it to you, Dean Snape. Let's talk about the trial after Minister Fudge wakes up."

.......

A trial was interrupted with a whimper.

Although Peter Pettigrew has not been sentenced, Sirius has been proven innocent. The only trouble is that he is an illegal Animagus and should be imprisoned in Azkaban.

But considering that he has been imprisoned for more than ten years, the Ministry of Magic decided to give him a break and just let him pay a fine and register.

One hour later.

Standing innocently on the street outside the Ministry of Magic, Sirius looked up and felt the breath of freedom.

"Congratulations, Sirius, and congratulations, Harry." Dumbledore looked at the two with a smile:

"Now, you both have families."

This sentence made both of them wet their eyes. Sirius hugged Dumbledore tightly, and then hugged Harry.

"If anyone says you are an orphan again, tell me and I will beat up their parents."

Harry nodded heavily, his glasses blurred by tears.

Wayne also stood aside with Grace, watching this warm scene.

"Okay." Sirius wiped his eyes and smiled: "I can't wait to have a new wand."

"Wayne, you come with us, we can go to Gringotts together."

Wayne nodded and snapped his fingers.

A ball of fire appeared out of thin air, and when it gathered into shape, it was not the Phoenix King, but Fawkes.

Old Dunn covered his chest silently.

This kid can even summon Fawkes by telepathy...

Harry and Sirius looked at each other strangely. They couldn't tell whose bird it was.

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The Daily Prophet was very fast. When Sirius was still on trial, they had already printed an expedited newspaper. When everyone arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, the guests in the bar and the old man were all very excited.Tom and the board gave him a warm applause and congratulated him on regaining his freedom.

Although many people do not understand why his choice is so stupid, it does not prevent people from admiring his friendship with James.

For a mistake, he chose to stay in Azkaban for more than ten years, and even escaped for revenge. No one would dislike such a friend.

Coming to the patio in the backyard of the bar, looking at the brand new wall, Sirius asked in a strange way:

"When was the entrance to Diagon Alley changed? How can we tell which brick is which?"

"That's why the Ministry of Magic asked me to come." The old man sitting on the small bench stood up and pointed at a brick skillfully. The wall immediately pushed open to both sides, making way for a passage.

Sirius was even more surprised, "The Ministry of Magic is so considerate that they have specially arranged staff?"

"Who is willing to open the door for people every day!" The old man cursed: "I don't know which idle wizard changed the mechanism here, and there are fools blocked outside the door every day."

"Puff!"

Sirius couldn't help but laughed: "This kind of prank, I'm sure it must be someone from Gryffindor, it's so interesting."

"That's hard to say." Dumbledore glanced at Wayne without leaving a trace: "When you were in school, there were many naughty students in other colleges."

Old Dumbledore suspected that this was Wayne's work a long time ago.

There are still some people in Britain who can do the magic patterns and trap magic that make him feel difficult.

But he really can't think of anyone else who has the leisure time and "childishness"... except Wayne.

But seeing the boy still with a calm expression, Dumbledore began to waver in his suspicion.

Is it really not him?

"Professor, why are you looking at me? Sirius and the others have gone in."

"Oh, I just thought of something and was distracted. Let's follow him."

Dumbledore came back to his senses and took a few quick steps.

Behind him, Wayne's mouth curled up a little.

Of course he knew that Dumbledore suspected him, but it was just like breaking school rules. If he was not discovered, it meant that he did not do it.

.......

Arriving at Diagon Alley, Harry suddenly thought of a question.

"Sirius, the black dog I saw here last summer is you, right?"

"Yes." Sirius nodded, glanced at Dumbledore quietly, and then whispered: "I was trying to steal a wand at that time, and I saw you."

"You look exactly like James, so easy to recognize."

"Then how did you get in?" Harry asked curiously.

Sirius grinned: "I know a path to Knockturn Alley."

Harry suddenly realized.

The first thing they came to Ollivander's wand shop was that the wand maker had not read the newspaper.paper, and was startled when he saw Sirius appear.

It was only after Dumbledore explained that he understood what was going on and began to choose a wand for Sirius.

Since it was not the first wand, Sirius spent a full thirty-five Galleons.

He had not yet gone to Gringotts to get the money, so the money was paid by Wayne.

At this time, Sirius was no different from the little wizard preparing to enter school. He waved his wand excitedly, making crackling explosions. In the end, Ollivander couldn't stand it and drove him out of the shop.

And Dumbledore left afterwards, he had some other things to deal with.

Then Wayne and the other four went to Gringotts.

The Black family's vault is located in the deepest part of Gringotts, numbered 713. Originally, Harry planned to go to his own vault first to see how much money he had, but Wayne said that this was not necessary.

"I went with you last time, and the total was more than 7,000 Galleons. You gave me 2,000 in the past two years, and I didn't spend much of the rest. Let's just say you still have 5,000."

Harry was shocked: "You know how much money is in the vault just by looking at it?"

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This number is similar to what he calculated, so he didn't suspect that Wayne was making it up.

The boy smiled shyly: "It's a professional habit, don't be surprised."

Harry: "......."

He seriously suspected that Wayne had been eyeing his inheritance since that time...

Even if there was no Sirius incident, he would be emptied sooner or later.

Sirius was also curious: "Why did you give him 2,000 Galleons?"

"This is tuition." Harry explained: "I learned almost all the Defense Against the Dark Arts from Wayne. Oh, Professor Lupin also taught me some."

"Including the strange shadow magic last time?" Sirius was very interested in anything related to fighting.

"Well, that was the magic invented by Wayne."

Sirius gave a thumbs up: "This money is well spent."

He had a deep understanding of Harry's duel ability. When the two fought with Snape, Harry performed no worse than any adult wizard. The spells were powerful and very methodical.

Especially the Disarming Spell, which could be cast silently.

Harry nodded in agreement, and then gloated: "Malfoy has to pay Wayne 1,500 Galleons a year."

As long as Malfoy is there, the sky-high tuition fee of 1,000 Galleons a year is not so painful.

The group took a small car and came to the deepest part of Gringotts under the guidance of a goblin.

On the way, they also saw an old Ukrainian iron belly, its eyes were cloudy pink, and both hind legs were wearing heavyShackles.

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Harry couldn't help holding his breath. This was the first time he saw an adult dragon, and it was the largest Ukrainian Ironbelly.

Even though he could see that the dragon was very old, the sense of oppression still came over him.

Finally, the small mine cart stopped, and the goblin leading the way jumped down first, took out a bunch of keys, opened the dozens of door locks on it one by one, and then gently knocked on the door panel, making a crisp sound.

The door slowly opened, and golden light sprayed out. Harry couldn't help but squint his eyes.

After seeing the scene inside clearly, his breathing became rapid.

This was a vault that was more than ten times larger than his. The ground was filled with gold galleons. Poor Silver Sickle could only shrink in the corner and pile up a small hill.

As for Nat, there was not even one to be seen.

Mixed in the gold Galleons were various armors, swords, and precious jewelry, which was simply inhumane.

Compared with the Weasleys, Harry was a super rich man.

Compared with the Blacks, Harry was a poor man struggling on the poverty line...

"Sirius, what exactly does the Black family do, and why are they so rich?" Harry couldn't help asking.

Sirius shrugged indifferently: "The ancestors were lucky and discovered several gold mines. Later, they bought some land and lived on rent."

"There are fewer here. My great-grandfather once donated half of his property to the Ministry of Magic to fight against a powerful dark wizard, and he was awarded a first-class Order of Merlin for this."

Sirius first coaxed the goblin whose eyes were all in the shape of gold coins out, and then clapped his hands.

Boom!

The ground suddenly trembled, and six doors suddenly appeared on the smooth wall.

Sirius pulled one open with force, and the gold coins inside were neatly piled together.

"Wayne, this is the kind of vault my great-great-grandfather promised you. Each vault has 100,000 Galleons, so the total is 300,000 Galleons, plus the 5,000 Galleons Harry owes you. Oh, and take away his tuition fees for the next few years."

He suddenly winked again: "How about... you take another vault and teach me the meditation technique that you gave to Harry?"

Harry has been meditating according to Wayne's method recently, and he has seen the effect and is very jealous of it.

He has been wasting more than ten years, and he is already a long way behind Snape. If he wants to catch up with that slug, he has to spend a lot of money.

Wayne thought about it and felt that there was no problem in teaching Sirius the simplified version, so he nodded and agreed.

But he still said: "You don't need to pay Harry's tuition, let Harry pay it himself.That's all."

Sirius was very surprised: "Why not just take it from here?"

Wayne pouted, motioning Harry to explain.

Harry pulled Sirius's sleeve awkwardly and whispered: "Because... Wayne likes to make money from students, he feels more fulfilled when he sees our painful expressions."

Sirius looked at the boy who had taken out the box to collect the gold coins in shock, and asked the common question in many people's minds:

"How did you get sorted into Hufflepuff..." Sirius.