"I want to apologize for what happened before, and I hope I can do something for you." Scrimgeour sat on the chair, his eagle-like sharp eyes softened at this moment.

Anton raised his head to look at Lupin, who just smiled tenderly and stood firmly beside him.

"My uncle told me that a major event happened in the past few days when I was sick. All the prisoners escaped from Azkaban."

"Yes!" Scrimgeour pursed his lips. "

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