Albert did not care about the uproar that "Defence Guide" had caused in the British magical world. In any case, it had nothing to do with him. Fudge surely knew that Sirius Black was one of Dumbledore's people. No matter how one looked at it, this was a signal Dumbledore had sent to the outside world.
A signal that Dumbledore intended to pull Fudge down from his position as Minister of Magic.
At the very least, certain conspiracy theorists with a talent for wild speculation would definitely think so.
As for Sirius being misled?
That was complete nonsense.
Sirius Black was an adult with his own judgment. He could not possibly listen to others in everything he did. He was not a three-year-old child; only something he agreed with could possibly persuade him.
At most, Albert had offered a tiny, insignificant bit of advice when Sirius asked. Black clearly thought what he said made sense too. Someone had to step forward and tell them the truth—that was Dumbledore's greatness. They were merely helping to make a few insignificant voices heard. There was nothing they could do about drawing the Ministry of Magic's hatred, either. Even if they were willing to stop speaking out publicly, Fudge would not pass up the chance to strike at Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix.
"Did you make this?"
After flipping through the latest issue of "Defence Guide," Isobel looked up at Albert with a rather strange expression. Having read the magazine, it was not hard for her to guess what was happening in the magical world.
"Sirius Black made it. It's meant to give the Order of the Phoenix a public voice, and Professor Lupin is the editor-in-chief," Albert said decisively, shifting all the blame.
What did a magazine published by Sirius Black