Black: What? The Culprit Was Me All Along? (Continued)

As for Hannah...

She really did hear a couple of lines.

But she did not pay them much attention.

Because she believed that no matter how big the matter was, Black could handle it.

Rather than worry about whether Black had run into trouble, it was more practical to fill her stomach.

"What should we do now?"

On the way, Cassandra checked that there was no one around before asking in a low voice.

"Find Sirius Black before the Ministry of Magic does, of course."

Black answered calmly.

"But... we don't even know where he is," Cassandra said, spreading her hands.

"I already have a way."

As Black spoke, he glanced again at the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"Now I have to go ask whether Professor Dumbledore is back yet..."

"Logically speaking, this matter isn't complicated. If everything went smoothly, Professor Dumbledore should have returned last night."

"If he's still being kept at the Ministry of Magic even now, and knows nothing about this..."

"Then this won't be so easy..."

Black rubbed his chin, seeming to catch the scent of a conspiracy.

Of course, there might not be any conspiracy. It might simply be that someone wanted Sirius Black dead.

They wanted this case, which could be overturned, to become an ironclad case that could never be overturned.

As for who it was, that depended on who would benefit the most if Sirius Black died.

Perhaps it was some big shot in the Ministry of Magic, or perhaps it was Fudge himself...

In any case, as Black saw it, those big shots in the Ministry of Magic all had real power.

Fudge still had no way of keeping them completely in line.

Otherwise, he would have had no need to rely on Dumbledore's reputation so much.

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