Frustration

At this moment, not only was Fudge's mind in complete chaos, everyone else wore equally incredulous expressions.

Peter Pettigrew was alive?

How was that possible!

Hadn't Peter died twelve years ago? How could he still be alive?

Everyone stared at the cage in Dumbledore's hand. If the rat inside really was Peter Pettigrew, then Sirius Black had been innocent from the very beginning?

What the hell was this? "No, that's impossible. Peter Pettigrew is dead. I was there at the time... How could he still be alive?" Fudge was extremely agitated. Once it was proven that Peter Pettigrew was alive, the Ministry of Magic would become a complete laughingstock.

Just look at what the Ministry had been doing over the past year: hunting Sirius Black.

If Peter Pettigrew was alive, it basically meant that Black was innocent. Even if there needed to be another so-called thorough investigation, the truth was still the truth.

The nearby Aurors were also startled by Fudge's words. Their gazes involuntarily fell on the metal cage in Dumbledore's hand before secretly drifting toward Albert, who stood waiting nearby.

Scrimgeour had actually realized it long ago. Tonight, the fellow named Albert Anderson had directly trampled the Ministry of Magic's dignity beneath his feet.

What frustrated them most was that Fudge had actually offered his face up himself. After the other party slapped it swollen, they would even have to thank him—for catching Black for the Ministry, for uncovering the truth about what had happened all those years ago.

Yet who had betrayed the Potters back then was not truly important to the Ministry. They had no intention of reopening the case, because if Sirius Black was innocent, Scrimgeour could already guess how much pressure the Ministry would face. They would rather use Black's death to bury the