Chapter 126 Silver Griffin (Second update~Please subscribe)

Scrimgeour looked at Harry, then at Sirius, as well as the professors and students around him. He put his hands into his robes, his eyes fixed on Black, and he spoke carefully: "Potter, I mean maybe,

What’s the secret behind what happened back then?”

"But Black is also very likely to be a person who is very good at playing with people's hearts..."

"He doesn't have the brains." Harry interrupted, "Now, let's go to Dumbledore's office. It's best to call Minister Fudge."

"Okay." Scrimgeour nodded, "But Black must first..."

Harry frowned: "I'm very impatient right now and don't want to talk nonsense anymore. Mr. Scrimgeour, he's here and can't run away."

"He must be in the hands of the Ministry of Magic," Scrimgeour insisted.

Harry looked at him coldly, not prepared to pay attention, and took the lead towards the castle.

Scrimgeour moved to stop him.

The dementors circled around the outside, and they exuded a cold, desperate aura without concealing it. Sirius's face turned pale, and Hermione and Ron didn't feel very good either.

"Get out of the way." Harry looked at him.

Scrimgeour turned to look at him: "That's not what you said thirteen years ago."

Clicking, clicking, this winter is going to be frozen.

It spread its wings and was swept away by a strong gust of wind.

The gryphon flew back, walked behind Harry, shook its wings, lay down, and stared at Scrimgeour with a pair of cat eyes and a pair of eagle eyes together with Harry.

"And the godfather thought he was the one responsible for the death because of his lack of brains..."

In the office, a group of people looked indifferent.

Scrimgeour took a half step back, took a deep breath, and nodded with difficulty: "Of course, Mr. Potter."

The wand in his hand was made of grapevine wood, and a powerful force echoed from the dragon's heartstrings. Together with his accumulated emotions, it burst out like a volcano.

He walked forward slowly and came to Scrimgeour.

Sirius finished the whiskey in the glass and looked at Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry about what happened on the Quidditch pitch that day, but you should also know that your Patronus cannot deal with so many Dementors."

"Very good." Harry put his wand back and inserted his sword back into the Sorting Hat.

"Peter?" Scrimgeour's heart was filled with turmoil, "Is it the hero Peter?"

And the short, headless corpse in the bag was also exposed.

"That's what this rat did!" Sirius gritted his teeth.

Dumbledore waved his wand and gave him a refill.

Sirius looked at Harry, then at Dumbledore, then his eyes fell on Ron.

Even if it's just for half a day, he, or they, can't wait.

The Aurors hesitated to step forward.

But it only spit out a dense silvery white mist.

Dumbledore looked at this scene thoughtfully.

Silver Gryffin!

Even among Aurors, less than one-third know this spell.

The best Gryffindor, his patronus is a lion, there is nothing like this...

The dementors shook their shadows and passed through him, coming one by one like the wind.

Sirius almost barked: "Hey, Harry, I was in the top ten of my grade at that time."

Sirius sat down stupidly.

"So, now Director Scrimgeour, can you come with us to see Dumbledore?" Harry's tone was very calm, as calm as the snowstorm that suddenly stopped.

"Peter Pettigrew?" Dumbledore was equally surprised, he recognized this person.

And it's still a lion.

Lupine and Sirius' eyes sparkled.

And winter snow, accompanied by cold wind.

"Harry." Sirius begged.

"If we go by what everyone knows, including Mr. Black." Dumbledore nodded in agreement, "Peter only left one finger."

"Peter used an explosive spell to fake his own death."

The cedar wood wand vibrates, adjusting its breath to cater to her magic, gentle and smooth, like the trickle of thaw after spring, allowing the spell to be cast.

Is it something to be proud of being in the top ten of your grade?

He summoned his patron saint, a silver and handsome wolf, but compared with the ferocious appearance of ordinary wolves, it was as well-behaved as a dog.

"Thirteen years ago, the secret keeper in my parents' family was not my godfather, but Peter." Harry took a sip of wine and spoke calmly, "He betrayed my parents, and my godfather chased after him."

In the silver light.

"Calling God to Guard!"

After a while, he regained some strength and followed Harry tremblingly towards the castle. The Aurors behind him pretended they didn't see anything, whistling and pretending to patrol around.

A human head rolled out immediately.

An eagle's head poked out, followed by a slender, muscular body of a lion, and a pair of broad wings on its back.

Sirius paused and lowered his head in grievance.

Scrimgeour frowned: "But didn't he die thirteen years ago? In that explosion, he was blown away..."

"This really surprises me. Harry, can you tell me about it?"

Scrimgeour turned his head aside: "Potter, you are still young now. When you grow up and become the director of the Auror Office or the dean, you will understand me."

He looks so ordinary.

"You should tell me, he is still somewhat dangerous after all..."

Harry said the spell.

Harry nodded.

Only a group of Aurors remained.

"If I hit you hard, you wouldn't be able to get up now." Harry said softly.

Hermione also raised her wand.

Sirius's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

Harry shook his head: "He is safe. You are his principal. You should know that he, well, you still have something in your mind. My dear godfather..."

Harry waved his wand and put the bag behind him on the ground: "Actually, the godfather is not the secret between Uncle Lupin and me, but this thing."

Scrimgeour lamented that even now, he was still shocked that a third-year wizard could use this magic spell brilliantly.

Scrimgeour opened his mouth.

Scrimgeour waved his hand: "Catch Sirius."

The griffin swept across and the large group of dementors were quickly driven away, fleeing in panic from the front.

Before Dumbledore could greet him, he saw Sirius, pushed up his glasses, and was a little surprised: "Black? Harry, is he the little secret between you and Lupin during this time?"

Harry's patronus changes, just like Dumbledore, from ordinary creatures to magical creatures, from lions to griffins.

Scrimgeour's face was still green, he gritted his teeth and held his breath: "Mr. Potter, I know you are very unhappy, but you can be gentler."

They walked into the office.

Scrimgeour turned greener.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

He waved his hand and chairs flew around, beckoning everyone to sit down.

Scrimgeour glared at his subordinate fiercely, spat, and then stared at Sirius: "Harry, I know you are very powerful, and I also know that you know the Patronus Charm."

Pounce on the nearest dementor.

Crookshanks jumped into his lap and fell asleep on his stomach.

Sirius and Ron also raised their wands.

It's one thing not to be able to beat Harry, Hogwarts also has Dumbledore, the most powerful white wizard who puts his students first in his heart.

With two hissing sounds, the rope tying the bag flew away.

Harry raised his wand and pointed it at him.
To be continued...