Harry Potter's Bastard

"Are you talking about the short, stocky boy who used to follow Potter at school?" Miss Rosmerta clearly had some impression of Peter.

"That's right. Professor McGonagall's voice was a little low: "He was never smart, he didn't do his classwork well, and I used to beat him up at the time...... You can imagine how much I regret it now. "

"Well, Minerva, it's not your fault. Fudge comforted Professor McGonagall, "He died a heroic death. Witnesses—of course, I mean the surviving Muggles, we have extracted their memories and reconstructed the scene: Peter was standing not far from Black—and he intercepted Blake. Peter was sobbing and confronting Black, and then he raised his wand, and of course, Black was faster than him - he was blown to pieces. "

"It was a terrible situation. Professor Flitwick added, "There was a dueling class at the school, and I was a professor at the time, and Peter's dueling skills were really not as good as those of his friends. "

"I'm sorry Mr. Minister. Solim interjected, "I'm curious. Did you really extract those Muggle memories in the first place—I mean, didn't the Wizengamot Act have a clear provision for memories?"

"That's right, kid, you know a lot. Fudge nodded, "But the terms set by the Wizengamot are all for wizarding people, and those Muggles are not within the framework of the terms. "

"So you did see Peter blown to pieces in those Muggle memories?" Solim narrowed his eyes.

"That's true. The Aurors who were there extracted the Muggle memories first, and then the people from the Reversal Contingency Team who arrived reaffirmed the authenticity of those memories - you know, the people of those groups were very skilled in the art of memory magic. They then erased the memories of Muggle sightings. "

Hey~ Solim doesn't know these details, and they haven't been mentioned in the original book. The Contingency Reversal Team worked every day to erase and modify memories, and they weren't too familiar with memory magic, but no one of them could see that something was wrong - not the Aurors or the members of the Ministry.

I didn't expect Peter to have such a superb memory magic. Solim tilted his head and thought for a moment, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Minister, I have one more question. "

"What, kid?" said Fudge, with a pleasant face. Fudge was so polite to Solim because he looked at his last name.

"Were the surviving Muggles far away when you arrived?"

"Of course it is. Those who came close were blown to pieces. Fudge sighed, "I still dream of hell sometimes. "

"And is it only Peter Pedirus who you first see in those memories?"

"I don't know, kid. Fudge shook his head, "You should ask the Aurors and the memory cancellers about that. "

"He should have waited for someone from the Ministry of Magic to come. He sniffed. "Instead of a person rushing up stupidly. "

"If it were me, I wouldn't wait for the devil to come. Hagrid had just drunk the contents of his cup to Essence. "I'm going to break his limbs one by one! I'm going to make him regret it—"

"Rubeus Hagrid!" McGonagall was annoyed, "there are students here!"

"It's okay, Professor McGonagall, I don't mind. Solim smiled at Professor McGonagall. Then Solim looked at Hagrid again: "Hagrid...... Uh, Professor, you said you met Blake in the Highwick Valley?"

"That's right! I ...... at the time."

"Then why didn't he attack you, since he's taken refuge in that man. Solim interrupted Hagrid a little rudely, "Especially since you were still carrying Harry Potter and you didn't have anyone to rely on. I think he could have attacked you. Isn't it?"

Hagrid's mouth was open and he couldn't speak for a moment.

"Professor Flitwick. You taught them that. What about Blake's level of duel?"

"It was so high that I could count it on one hand that I could face him face to face at school. Professor Flitwick put down his glass and recalled, "I don't think even the new Aurors would be his opponents. "

"That's right. Blake is very dangerous. "When we used twenty strikers to escort him, he didn't think it was safe." "

"Well, my dear, you know the rest of the story. "He was taken away and imprisoned in Azkaban, and Peter was awarded the Order of Merlin, 1st class—a consolation to his mother," Fudge said to Rosmerta. "

"Why did he escape then?" asked Rosmerta, "I mean, why did he choose this time when he could have escaped?"

“...... That's the truth we're seeking, and of course, we know what he's up to, which is why the Ministry of Magic is so aggressive. Fudge rubbed his hands together with some uneasiness.

"Connelly, if you'd like to have dinner with the Headmaster, then we might as well go back to the castle now. Professor McGonagall put down her glass and stood up.

"Uh...... All right. Well, goodbye. Fudge said hello to Rosmerta and left with the professors.

Solim thought for a moment, dropped a few silver sicos, nodded to Hermione and left.

Harry sat there with a gloomy face now, Hermione and Ron looking at him worriedly.

"Why didn't they tell me?" and both Hermione and Ron could tell that Harry was in a bad mood right now.

"Mr. Weasley, Headmaster Dumbledore, Minister Fudge, Hagrid, why are they keeping their mouths shut about me? My parents were killed by the people they trusted the most, and they would hide it from me. "

After this, Ron and Hermione became cautious that they didn't mention anything to Harry about the three broomsticks. Even at the feast, they could tell that Harry was very sad now.

Whether Harry was sad or happy, Solim was happy now. He had just received a letter from Gilves, and Elrond had nothing to do, he had been in Selwyn's castle since Solim and Sylna had started school, and had not gone anywhere. Knowing this, Solim was completely relieved.

Many people received gifts at Christmas, but Solim never received a gift at Christmas. It's not that no one gave it to him, it's that he told the people around him that they don't have to give it to him for Christmas. Someone else gives you a gift means you have to give someone a gift back, Solim is troublesome, and Solim has never had a Christmas habit, even though he is now British. Pure-blood families like Selwyn also never celebrate any holidays, and the so-called Christmas is just a rest for them. _

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