The explosion in the depths of the forbidden forest woke almost everyone.

After listening to Harry's words, Dumbledore was the first to react, turning around and running outside the castle.

Snape followed behind Dumbledore with a solemn expression.

Then there's Connelly Fudge, Minister of Magic.

Cornelius Fudge was terrified, but he had to go—

No one likes a cowardly Minister of Magic who has to walk around the place where the explosion happened, even for the sake of acting.

Anyway, there is a Dumbledore by his side, so what is he afraid of.

Then you can arrange for the Daily Prophet to preach a wave of your own bravery and fearlessness-

On the way from the castle to the Forbidden Forest, Cornelius Fudge even thought about an interview with the Daily Prophet.

Harry and Hermione also wanted to go out, but Madam Pomfrey, who had been rushed over, was pushed back on the bed.

"You must rest well!" Madam Pomfrey said sternly.

When the other teachers then arrived at Hagrid's hut, only Hagrid and Cornelius Fudge stood at the edge of the forest.

"Hagrid, where about Albus and Severus?" asked Professor McGonagall, who was at the forefront.

"Professor Dumbledore went to the Forbidden Forest by himself, let's wait here now," said Hagrid, "and then let Professor Snape check the surrounding of the school in case someone raids the school."

"Thank goodness!" Professor McGonagall sighed, then turned around and said:

"Felius, go to Severus and help him guard the surrounding area of ​​the school."

"Okay, ma'am," replied Professor Flitwick.

"Pomona, you take Minister Fudge back to the castle first, then wake up Fitch and ask him to help manage the students, so that all students stay in the common room and are not allowed to go out at will." Professor McGonagall said richly. .

"Okay." Professor Sprout agreed. "What about you, Minerva?"

"I'm right here. If Albus gives a signal or doesn't come out of the Forbidden Forest within twenty minutes, Hagrid and I will enter the Forbidden Forest immediately," Professor McGonagall said.

"Okay, Minerva," Sprout said. "Be careful."

"Yes." Professor McGonagall said, "Okay, let's go, you guys also pay attention to safety."

After the instructions were completed, everyone dispersed and acted according to Professor McGonagall's instructions.

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario that Professor McGonagall envisioned did not happen—

About ten minutes later, Dumbledore appeared at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest with a gloomy face, holding a thin figure in his arms.

"Oh, thank God, Albus, you're all right—" Professor McGonagall hurried up to meet him, but halfway through, when she saw the man in Dumbledore's arms, Professor McGonagall stopped. , involuntarily covered his mouth with his hand——

"Oh... no, no!" Tears welled up in Professor McGonagall's eyes.

When he was only a few steps away from Dumbledore, McGonagall finally saw the person in Dumbledore's arms—

Tiera!

"No, what's going on? What's going on? Albus!" Professor McGonagall's cry contained a hint of anger, "How could this be?"

Tiera's Hogwarts uniform was tattered, stained with blood and dirt.

But if that's the case, Professor McGonagall obviously won't show such an expression. What is more striking is his right arm——

Or the root of his mutilated right hand.

Tiera's entire right arm disappeared, leaving only a little bit of bone and flesh from the explosion where it connected to his shoulder.

In addition, half of Tiera's right face was covered with burn marks, and his closed right eye was bleeding continuously outwards——

"How can this happen? How can this happen?" Professor McGonagall was still sluggishly repeating that sentence.

In the more than 1,000-year history of Hogwarts, there has not been an accident worse than this.

But there is no accident as **** as this one, and there has never been a single time where death and **** tears unfolded in front of Professor McGonagall.

"Alright Mag! He's still alive!" Dumbledore said with anger in his voice, "Let's go, we have to hurry to the school hospital!"

"Yes, yes, yes..." McGonagall responded dully, "School hospital, school hospital! We... we have to hand him over to Madam Pomfrey quickly! Maybe... maybe his right arm... ...his right arm is still alive!"

"Quick, Hagrid!" Professor McGonagall gave way, then said, "Go to Severus and Filius, and have them gather at the school hospital!"

Hagrid was so frightened that he just stood there dumbfounded from start to finish.

"Hagrid!" Professor McGonagall screamed again, and then patted Hagrid hard.

"Yes, yes, yes, ma'am..." Hagrid came to his senses suddenly, "I... I'll go!"

When Dumbledore carried Tiera to the school hospital, Harry and Hermione heard the movement and jumped off the bed and ran to the door——

"No!" Harry seemed to be caught up in a nightmare. The moment he saw Tiera, Harry only felt that something terrifying had exploded in his mind.

"Tiera! What's wrong with Tiera!" Harry asked hastily.

"Get out of the way!" After Dumbledore put Tiera on the bed, Madam Pomfrey hurried over, drove everyone out of the ward, and pulled down the white curtains around the bed.

"Mr. Headmaster!" Harry asked anxiously after Madam Pomfrey was rudely kicked out of the ward, "Tiella..."

"Tiera's life is not in danger for the time being." Dumbledore said with a sullen face, "Now I hope you and Hermione return to the dormitory immediately, this matter is very likely-"

"It's Peter Pettigrew, isn't it!" Harry yelled suddenly.

"Don't be stupid, Harry," said Fudge, mulling over his words. "Peter Pettigrew was long dead...killed by Sirius Black himself—"

"No! It's Peter Pettigrew!" Harry growled, interrupting Fudge forcibly. "It's Peter Pettigrew! Pettigrew isn't dead! He's been lurking around the Weasleys' house ten years ago, disguised as Ron's Scabbers. Two years! Sirius escaped from prison just to catch him!"

"Enough—" Cornelius Fudge seemed really **** off, yelling at Harry—

Then Cornelius Fudge only felt a chill behind him, he turned his head quietly, and found that Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore were looking at him gloomily——

"Uh...ah...Aba...ah...I, I mean...I mean now Sirius Black is just breaking out of jail..." Connelly explained, racking his brains, "I mean Sirius Just after breaking out of prison...Tiera was attacked...I...I have to suspect that Sirius planned all this...Of course, it may also be his accomplice..."

"It's Peter Pettigrew!" Harry shouted. "Tiera is after him, and Tiera wants to catch him, catch him and clear Sirius."

"When...of course..." Cornelius Fudge seemed to be taken aback by Harry's determination and took a step back, but suddenly, Cornelius Fudge realized how out of place he had just acted, and stepped forward again He took a step, and then suddenly said in a loud voice, "Of course! We are all just guessing now, we don't have to wait for him to wake up before we can make a conclusion...and...and...and in Tierra's situation, I am Think we have to inform his parents...whatever...whatever Tiera says I think it's going to need his parents to be there eventually...I mean Tiera is probably under an illusion or Imperius, we have to wait for him His parents are present, or let his parents come to unravel the curse by himself, to restore the truth of the matter."

"Unfortunately..." Connelly Fudge said regretfully, "Unfortunately, Mr. Lockhart has been traveling for the past year... Maybe we need to send someone to find him... If we can't find it... I'm afraid we... We can't take his testimony...nor..."

"I don't think it's going to be so troublesome, Mr. Minister," Snape said, walking quickly, followed by Gilderoy Lockhart, whom Fudge was discussing just now.

"Oh... Mr. Lockhart!" said Fudge, obviously surprised. "You... why are you here?"

"What's going on?" Dumbledore asked in confusion.

"Mr. Headmaster, when Professor Flitwick and I were patrolling around the castle, we found him standing at the gate, saying that he was here to take Tiera home," Snape said.

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore glanced at Lockhart strangely--

Gilderoy Lockhart's image at this time is very strange, wearing a bright red robe, with a strange staff almost as high as him in his hand, with a huge white gem inlaid at the top of the staff, In the other hand is a large thick book.

"Hello, Mr. Headmaster Dumbledore. Hello, Mr. Minister."

"Gildello Lockhart" greeted politely, and then said, "That's right, I made an agreement with Tiera that he would come to pick him up on the afternoon of the day he finished the exam, that is, yesterday afternoon, but It's a pity that I was temporarily stumped by something, so I came a little late. So I'm going to stay in Hogsmeade and pick up Tiera tomorrow morning."

Having said this, "Gidero Lockhart" paused, and then continued, "But just now, just as I entered Hogsmeade Village, I heard the direction of Hogwarts. There was an explosion, and I guessed something might have happened, so I hurried over."

"Oh yes! Yes, I remember, I remember Tierra telling me you were coming to pick him up," Cornelius Fudge said. "That would rule out Mr. Lockhart!"

"What's the suspicion?"

"Guidero Lockhart" said, pretending to be confused.

"That's right, Mr. Lockhart, Sirius is in tonight..." Cornelius Fudge explained.

"It's Pettigrew—"

At this moment, Tiera’s terrified cry came from the ward—

"It's Pettigrew! It's that rat! It's Ron's rat! Madam Pomfrey, tell the Headmaster! Pettigrew isn't dead!"

The people standing outside the door of the ward looked at each other, then pushed open the door of the ward almost simultaneously and walked in.

Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge lead the way because they are closest to the door.

Then there's Professor McGonagall, Harry, and Hermione, and then Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, and "Jidrow Lockhart."

"Stop! What are you doing! Get out..." Madam Pomfrey yelled angrily.

"Oh...no...no!" Harry and Hermione wailed—

Because at this time, they saw that in addition to the right arm, Tiera's beautiful golden right pupil disappeared, leaving only an empty and dark right eye socket.

"No! Tierra!" Harry wanted to rush up, but was stopped by Professor McGonagall——

"You have nothing to do here," Professor McGonagall said, and pushed Harry and Hermione out the door—

"Go back! You go back!"

"Are you sure? Are you sure it's Pettigrew?" Dumbledore said, rushing to Tiera's bed.

"Take it easy, Headmaster!" Madam Pomfrey yelled. "He's badly wounded!"

"It's Pettigrew! Pettigrew is alive!" cried Tiera. "It's Pettigrew!"

"It can't be! It can't be Pettigrew!" Connelly Fudge argued, "Pittyx has been dead for more than ten years! It can't be him! Tierra must be confused by Black's spell!"

"Get out!" Madam Pomfrey interjected. "Get out! He needs to rest!"

"I think it's possible." Snape wanted to struggle one last time, "After all..."

"Enough Snape." Dumbledore snapped, "Don't bring your personal grievances in at a time like this!"

"Enough of you all!" Madam Pomfrey growled aggressively.

In an instant, everyone was stunned—

"Get out!" Madam Pomfrey said angrily, "This poor child needs to rest!"

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"I don't want to see any of you in this room until I allow it!" Madam Pomfrey slammed the door of the school hospital shut.

"I think the situation is clear now," said Dumbledore. "Twelve years ago Peter Pettigrew disguised his own death and put the blame on Sirius Black."

"It's not clear, Dumbledore!" Cornelius Fudge said. "Is it true that he doesn't count on the words of one of his children! Who would believe that a man who had been dead for more than ten years was suddenly resurrected?"

"It's not resurrection, it's disguising his own death." Dumbledore said with a sullen face, as if suppressing his anger and impatience, "I will appeal this matter to the Wizengamore Court and ask them to retry more than ten years ago. The Black case."

After speaking, Dumbledore walked away without giving Fudge the slightest face.

"Come on, kids, I'll take you back to the dormitory." Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick waved at Harry and Hermione.

Professor Snape gritted his teeth angrily on the spot, but he had no choice but to wave his wizard robe and leave the school hospital.

Leaving Cornelius Fudge standing there, his face turned blue and purple with anger.

After a while, maybe a few seconds later, Cornelius Fudge returned to that polite smile with his strong political cultivation.

"Mr. Lockhart," Cornelius Fudge said with a smile. "Long time no see."

"Long time no see, Mr. Minister."

"Gildello Lockhart" also responded with a smile, "It seems that my son has caused some trouble for you."

"Oh, no, no... nothing..." Cornelius Fudge responded with a smile. "No, nothing."

"Alas..." Then Cornelius Fudge sighed, "Tiera is a poor child... just broke free from the Dark Lord's Imperius... and was... hurt by Sirius Black. So... still being deceived..."

"Mr. Minister..."

"Guidero Lockhart" smiled and said, "What if... I mean if, what if I could persuade Tiera to change his rhetoric?"

"Really, really?" Cornelius Fudge exclaimed in surprise. "Wow, that's great! You've helped a lot! Mr. Lockhart!"

"certainly."

"Guidero Lockhart" said, "but I would also like the Ministry of Magic to do something for me."

"What's the matter?" said Cornelius Fudge. "Come on, Mr. Lockhart, come on, you'd be doing the Ministry a big favor if you could get Tierra to change her rhetoric! You're a friend of the Ministry! "

"hey-hey."

"Guidero Lockhart" laughed and said:

"My request is simple..."

"First of all, it's the compensation part for Tiera. In order to let him relax, I need to discuss compensation with the Ministry of Magic first."

"Please speak," said Cornelius Fudge.

"First of all...I hope the Ministry of Magic will pay Tiera in full for the cost and materials for the prosthetic arm and eye."

"That's fine!" Cornelius Fudge said. "I'll make arrangements as soon as I go back, and make sure to hire the best alchemist to make a prosthesis for Mr. Lockhart Jr."

"Okay, secondly I'd like to award Tierney a Merlin, Second Class Medal."

"Guidero Lockhart" said, "I think Tierra deserves such a medal for having suffered so much?"

"That's all right!" Cornelius Fudge agreed. "Mr. Lockhart Jr. deserves it."

"Very good, there is one last point about the compensation for Little Tiera."

"Please." Cornelius Fudge pretended to be listening.

"I think you also know that Tiera's injury is likely to have an impact on his learning progress... and our little Tiera is a little wizard who loves learning very much, and his injury will definitely affect him. The efficiency of his studies...I think even to make little Tiera happy...we should help him, right?"

"Yes Yes."

"So I thought...I hope the Ministry of Magic will make an exception for the time-turner and lend it to little Tiera for a year...I mean...it's better if little Tiera can use it to study at the beginning of the summer... After all, you know, it's hard to find a kid who can get in after such a terrifying experience...I think maybe he should be allowed to indulge in the ocean of learning."

"Yes, yes, this request is very reasonable." Cornelius Fudge said, and at the same time heaved a sigh of relief, none of these demands made by "Gildrow Lockhart" was a difficult thing to do, even for Cornell. It's a very simple thing for Lifuji. "I think we should keep little Tiera busy so that we can forget about this horrible experience."

"That's all?" Cornelius Fudge asked.

"As for Tierra's, I think these compensations should be enough, but...I have a little thing that I personally need the Ministry of Magic to help with."

"Speaking."

"I need money," Gilderoy Lockhart said. "I need a lot of Galleons."

"Roughly how much?" Cornelius Fudge asked ~lightnovelpub.net~ We have an event at the Ministry of Magic that I am the Minister and can..."

"Seven hundred thousand Galleons," Gilderoy Lockhart said.

"No! It's impossible!" said Cornelius Fudge in horror. "We don't have this much money in the entire Ministry of Magic!"

"But Gringotts has it." Gilderoy Lockhart said with a smile, "I don't want to use so much money, I'm just going to use this money as a bait to hunt a demon."

"Demon hunt?" Cornelius Fudge asked.

"Yes, and I promise to return the two with interest within two years, and I can make an unbreakable oath if necessary." Gilderoy Lockhart said with a smile, "I just hope the Ministry of Magic can help me. Guarantee, let me borrow this money a little less resistance."

"If it's just a guarantee... no problem," Cornelius Fudge said.

"That's great," Gilderoy Lockhart said with a smile, then held out his hand. "Have you been working together?"

"Happy cooperation." Cornelius Fudge also responded with a smile.