Kayson was a little bored, sitting on the sofa in the corner of the office, picking at the clips with his fingers, listening while picking at it, and did not raise his eyelids until the effect of the medicine on Veritaserum was completely over.
"Can we go our separate ways?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "We still need to give Sirius the honor and innocence he deserves."
"That's what Fudge is about..." After Kayson said yes, he noticed Dumbledore staring at him.
"You don't want me to find Fudge, do you? He really won't hide a Avada bomb in the office to murder me?"
"He doesn't have the courage." Snape said concisely.
"No, I think we should discuss matters at our home court. Call Fudge." Kayson suggested.
"Also, if you are really afraid that Fudge will ambush the swordsman in his office, Snape?"
"Potions is still boiling in my pot."
Dumbledore looked at Sirius again, and shook his head helplessly. Christmas had this problem, there were too few available manpower.
In the end, he decided to go find Fudge by himself, and in order to avoid irritating Fudge's fragile nerves, he also made an appointment in advance according to the rules.
"I've never seen you so polite." Kayson complained.
"I am also a gentleman first." Dumbledore said, taking out a blank piece of parchment from the drawer, taking out a quill and started writing.
The atmosphere in the office seemed a bit weird. Kayson was sitting on the sofa. Dumbledore and Snape occupied two chairs. Gryffindor was burying his head in the cabinet. Peter Pettigrew was lying on the carpet like a dead dog. Only the rise and fall of his chest could be seen.
Sirius stood there alone. He couldn't find a place to sit. After all, this place was too small compared with Kayson's office.
Soon Harry and the others took their heads away from the basin. Kayson saw this scene and looked at Snape, then at Dumbledore.
He never liked to watch scenes that were too sensational. Fortunately, Snape and he had the same idea, and he left Headmaster's Office very confidently.
"How long do you think it will take them to finish crying?" Kayson asked sitting on the steps.
"I don't know." Snape shook his head and pretended that Kayson didn't like watching provocative scenes because he had a lot of inner drama and was easily infected.
Then Snape doesn't like watching provocative scenes because of his natural rejection, which can also be said to be jealousy.
Like a bat hating light.
"I'm going to have a good time Potions." Snape said and left the stairwell.
Kayson sat here helplessly for a long time... a long time... a long time...
I don't know when Fudge will come. I can still help scare him here. After all, Dumbledore still follows the rules.
Just like Karkaroff, Dumbledore must wait until he actually comes to the land of Hogwarts before taking action, instead of directly killing him with a curse thousands of miles away.
But that's not necessarily the case. He never likes to treat other people as fools. Maybe this is the persona Dumbledore set for himself.
Not long after, I don't know what Dumbledore used to send the letter to Fudge. Kayson licked his ten fingernails before he reached the ninth one when he saw a panting figure under the stairwell, and a large number of people following him.
He stood up and walked to Dumbledore's office. At this time, Harry and Sirius could be called a loving father and a filial son. They looked like a real father and son no matter where they sat.
"Fudge They are here." Kayson said.
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"The back?"
He nodded.
"I thought you would bring him in." Dumbledore stood up and walked to the door, slowly opening it.
"Long time no see."
Although Kayson cut off Fudge's arm before, and when Dumbledore chose to stand behind Kayson, he and Fudge could be called a break. After all, their positions were divided.
Similarly, Fudge also understands one thing. This is Wizarding World after all. The power of individuals can sometimes be stronger than the power of the group, such as Dumbledore, such as Grindelwald, such as the Dark Lord, such as that damn Kayson Heath.
I used to think that Dumbledore was just an old man with empty fame, but reality taught him a terrible lesson.
But he still has one advantage. As a fairly qualified politician, he can easily give up his dignity and even his personality. At this moment, he opened his arms, pretending that one of the arms was an alchemy robot arm, with a bright smile on his face, "Long time no see, Albus!"
Dumbledore showed a hidden smile. Fudge is still better than other politicians in this regard, because Fudge is really shameless. He has no bottom line for normal people. As long as you are really above him, then he can do nothing and concentrate on acting according to the will of the superior.
Just like now. "I think I have made it clear to you in my letter." Dumbledore personally pulled Fudge to the office. Then Fudge saw Sirius sitting carelessly on the sofa and a person who looked very much like Peter Pettigrew lying on the ground.
"Actually, I only told half of it. We did find Sirius, but Peter Pettigrew was also found, and the truth has been buried for a long time." Dumbledore smiled.
"Can you make it more clear?" Fudge asked doubtfully.
"Perhaps you could take a direct look at their memories."
Dumbledore said.
"Hmm, Veritaserum can do it too." Sirius said quietly.
"Before that, what I want to know is... is he Peter Pettigrew?" Fudge asked.
"Yes, obviously, but I shouldn't tell you this. You can ask yourself." Dumbledore pointed at Pensieve not far away, and took out Veritaserum for two people from his pocket and gave it to Fudge, letting him choose.
Fudge thought about it and handed one of the bottles to Sirius, who was still normal and at least sober. Sirius took it from Veritaserum and drank it in one gulp.
"Then let me ask you..."
Kayson was still sitting on the sofa. At this time, he and Harry looked at Fudge and asked Sirius a series of questions, and then asked Peter Pettigrew a series of questions.
Until finally, after he got all the answers, he looked at Dumbledore: "... This... I need to explain to you that this is not just a question of right or wrong, this is a political question."
"So?" Dumbledore asked quietly.
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