It's the End of May, and Someone Still Died / Some People Are Just Here to Frame Others

Ultimately, it all boils down to who's weaker and who's right. Kreacher is pitiful, so any mistake he makes is understandable.

But this kind of 'should' doesn't work for Sirius!

Therefore, he would not stop Kreacher's actions, much less restrain him, because he would not delay Harry's entire plan for a stone that could not be warmed up!

In Sirius's heart, his godson is now the only important person, and no one can shake Harry's position!

As for the possibility that his conversation with Kreacher would leak out, letting Narcissa Malfoy know that her plot had been exposed?

Sirius wasn't worried at all. House-elf are strictly forbidden from talking about anything concerning their masters, and when Kreacher met with Narcissa Malfoy, they only talked about the past.

Narcissa Malfoy wasn't trying to find out anything about Sirius; she probably just wanted to get close to Kreacher and gain his sympathy so he could take her into Black's old house and break the newly installed Fidelius Charm.

Sirius knew that his opponent had definitely succeeded, and even his mother knew about it, but she had been keeping it from him.

It doesn't matter. It's just a run-down house anyway. Let her do whatever she wants with it.

After leaving Black's old house, Sirius went back to the nursing home, found Harry, and handed him a simple, antique-looking golden key.

"What's this?" Harry asked, startled. "Your family's safe key?"

"Yes, Gringotts 711. The Black family's fortune is basically all there." Sirius nodded nonchalantly. "Look, it's all yours now."

"Are you kidding me?" Harry frowned. "Godfather, didn't I tell you? We should just cut Kreacher's problem cleanly and quickly. I've already sent Greengrass to keep an eye on Narcissa Malfoy, and he'll find Voldemort and his gang's hideout soon!"

Harry spoke with absolute certainty, because in fact he only needed Greengrass's confirmation... Harry already had a rough idea of where Voldemort was hiding!

The mysterious Death Eater causing trouble everywhere is Barty Crouch Jr. Crouch., and his father is currently living in Harry's retirement home, so where else could Voldemort and his gang be hiding?!

Even in the original books, Voldemort hid at Crouch family, didn't he?

"But what good will it do you even if you find it, Harry? You're not really planning to attack right now, are you?" Sirius asked casually.

"The Godfather?" Harry was taken aback; Sirius's change of heart was quite unexpected.

Admittedly, now is not a good time to launch a major offensive against Voldemort.

Even in the final battle, which was likely to take place at the end of the term, Harry did not intend to exterminate Voldemort and all the Death Eater. Otherwise, he would not have specifically studied snake blood—something purely used to disgust Voldemort.

As long as Voldemort and the Death Eater exist, they will be a powerful hindrance to Albus Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix. In Harry's plan, it is absolutely necessary to maintain a long-term antagonistic relationship between the Death Eater and the Order of the Phoenix.

After all... in China's five thousand years of China, countless examples have taught Harry that when there's a three-way power struggle, the most satisfying thing is to quietly develop your own power while watching the two rivals fight it out.

Of course, Harry hadn't expected Sirius to understand these things.

He felt he knew his godfather very well; apart from his impulsive personality, everything else about him was perfect. But this weakness in his personality would limit Sirius's potential.

In the past, when Sirius learned of Voldemort and his gang, he would have been eager to rush over and kill them.

But this time...

"People change, and besides... I'm not like the Order of the Phoenix." Sirius's expression gradually became serious and earnest. "The Order of the Order of the Phoenix wanted to deal with Voldemort because Voldemort was a threat to the Britain Wizarding World; I wanted to deal with Voldemort because he wanted to hurt you! But now... someone else wants to hurt you!"

"The Godfather?" Harry stared blankly at Sirius, feeling that he saw a resemblance to James Potter in him at that moment.

Standing before him now was a father who cared deeply for his child and was willing to give everything for him!

"So just take it. Consider it my inheritance for you." Sirius smiled and slipped the key into Harry's hand. "Besides, this isn't a will. I just... never want anything to do with that family again."

"Alright then, I'll keep the key for now." Hearing Sirius say that, Harry didn't refuse anymore.

If it's because of the Black family, Sirius will indeed find it difficult to let go.

Then I might as well keep it for him myself; consider it teaching my son to manage his godfather's finances.

"Hehe, that's more like it~" Sirius finally smiled, feigning ease, "Now it's all good, I'm completely broke, and I'll have to rely on you from now on. And that way, that troublesome girl shouldn't bother me anymore..."

"Who said that?!"

A disgruntled shout suddenly came from behind, and Sirius's smile froze on his face.

He mechanically turned around and, sure enough, found Phoebe at the door with a sullen face.

"Wait... did you put a tracking spell on me? How come you can find me no matter where I go?" Sirius rolled his eyes, speechless, then turned his attention to Harry, "Harry, you too, as the director of this nursing home, how can you just let outsiders into your office... Hey, why did you leave?!"

Unfortunately, before Sirius's plan to shift the blame could even begin, Harry simply used an unlimited Apparition escape.

"Hey, explain yourself!" Phoebe glared at Sirius, blocking his path. "What makes you think I'm bothering you just for your money?!"

"Then what exactly do you want from me? I'll change, okay?" Sirius asked, on the verge of tears.

"I'm after that jerk's godfather, and I want him to be my elder in the future, okay?" Phoebe grabbed Sirius's arm. "If you want to change, just sever your father-son relationship with him!"

"Can you... can you stop joking?"

"You were the one who started the joke~"

Sirius:...

My dear godson, I was wrong, I was so wrong...

Let's hurry up and take down Voldemort; I still think that's more suitable for me.

Chapter 821 At the end of May, people were still dying.

With the Easter holidays over and the final term of fourth grade beginning, Harry's life returned to its usual calm.

There was no other way. Right now, he and Voldemort's gang were both holding back, planning to deliver a crucial blow to the enemy. The current situation was that if the enemy didn't move, neither could he.

But to be honest, Harry felt that if Voldemort continued like this, he would only make himself and the Death Eater more and more useless.

From late April to late May, for a full month, Voldemort and his gang made almost no move.

The Dark Mark on Severus Snape's hand didn't flash indicates that Voldemort never actively summoned the Death Eater, and Greengrass, who had been keeping watch near Crouch family, hadn't seen many suspicious figures around.

Ha... Voldemort, isn't he a bit too confident?

Did he really think that a flawed plan, along with a few scoundrels who had escaped from Azkaban, could defeat him?

However, Harry was quite happy to see Voldemort dawdling.

As Lupin's magic gradually returned, and with Talisa the Werewolf's fame rising, the Werewolf in Britain had already begun to split internally; meanwhile, Theseus was helping to manipulate the Giant's affairs in France... With these shifts in power, the longer Voldemort's side delayed, the fewer outside support they could gain, so why wouldn't Harry be happy to oblige?

After considering all this, Harry ultimately decided to hold back for now, even though he had roughly devised a plan to lure Barty Crouch Jr. Crouch. into a trap, he did not immediately implement it.

Barty Crouch Jr. Crouch. is an absolute shrewd fellow, Harry doesn't want to alert Voldemort by trying to capture him. The most important thing for them right now is to ensure that Voldemort can carry out his plans with confidence!

Furthermore, given Barty Crouch Jr. Crouch Jr.'s demonstrated intelligence, Harry felt that even placing him after Voldemort and treating him as the true final boss to be dealt with this year would still be a solid position.

Of course, Harry's month wasn't wasted; at least the resurrection gift he meticulously prepared for Voldemort was already showing initial results.

Hmm... Harry is quite satisfied with Rookwood's current state; he reckons that in a while, this guy will be completely unusable.

Therefore, he is now very much looking forward to the battle with Voldemort, because after everything settles down, Voldemort will be in a much better position.

In the last week of May, Hermione finally received a notification from Professor Flitwick.

"The Champion need to assemble at the Quidditch Pitch at nine o'clock tonight. Mr. Weasley. Arthur Weasley will announce the details of the final match... Also, Harry, please come along as well."

Professor Flitwick's last words left Harry slightly puzzled.

What's going on? Didn't the Ministry of Magic previously suspect me of helping Hermione cheat? Now, do I no longer need to avoid suspicion?

However, since they had already invited him, he figured he might as well go with Hermione and hear what the newly appointed Mr. Weasley wanted to say to him.

So at nine o'clock that evening, Harry accompanied Hermione to the venue on time.

What happened next was pretty much the same as in the original story, except for a few differences in the characters. Cedric Diggory was still very dissatisfied with the Quidditch Pitch, and Phoebe was equally uninterested in the maze.

As for Viktor Krum, every time Harry sees him, he's reminded of the "friend zone" card he received in another timeline... Sigh, poor honest guy~

Arthur Weasley, who was now the acting Minister of Ministry of Magic, was in charge of announcing the details of the final match and naturally assumed the responsibility of hosting the Triwizard Tournament.

He wasn't the only adult present; Mad-Eye Moody was also there, along with Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt, whose nephew had just been driven insane.

Upon seeing these people, Harry suddenly realized... after all the events that unfolded in the second match, the biggest beneficiary didn't seem to be him, but rather Albus Dumbledore's Order of the Order of the Phoenix?

After that incident, Albus Dumbledore may have been devastated by his own actions, but with the downfall of Fudge's faction within the Ministry of Magic, a large number of powerful positions would inevitably become vacant, and members of the Order of the Phoenix would seize the opportunity to rise to power.

For example, Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt, who was manipulated and provoked by Harry, is now the new head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement... Poor Scrimgeour, after all his hard work, he's still just a chief of staff.

There's no way around it; the Ministry of Magic isn't all about fighting and killing, it's all about interpersonal relationships and social niceties.

Of course, Harry might also maliciously speculate that this might be a secret relationship between Albus Dumbledore and Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Even though I betrayed your nephew and then made him look like an idiot, as long as you stay obedient and don't make a fuss, I can promote you.

Isn't that fair?

"That's the general situation. The final match is scheduled for the evening of June 24th. While giving it Champion all, please also be sure to pay attention to safety."

Having explained the basic details of the final match, Arthur indicated that the Champion were free to leave.

"Mr. Granger, could you please stay a moment?" But just as Harry and Arthur were about to leave, Arthur suddenly called out to Harry.

I knew it; if nothing had happened, they wouldn't have included Harry in the notification.

Just as Arthur spoke, Harry noticed that Kingsley Shacklebolt's body suddenly tensed up, and Mad-Eye Moody also intentionally or unintentionally blocked Harry's path.

"Gentlemen, if you're going to ask questions, just ask them. Is this really necessary?" Harry sneered dismissively. "Speak up, what kind of trouble are you trying to pin on me this time?"

"Granger, don't overreact. We just want to know a little bit about the situation," Arthur said, looking conflicted.

"Mr. Weasley, just ask what you have to say." Harry rolled his eyes, exasperated.

I spat it out! Am I overreacting?

Which of these people saw me reacting so strongly?!

"I'd like to know, where were you on May 14th, in the middle of the month?" Sensing Harry's impatience, Arthur immediately got to the point.

"May 14th, that was a Sunday, I think. I was at the nursing home the whole time," Harry said after thinking for a moment.

With the end of the semester approaching, Harry stopped taking the two girls to school. He usually stayed at the nursing home during weekends like this.

"How do you remember so clearly that it was a Sunday?!" But to everyone's surprise, what was supposed to be an ordinary answer was met with a barrage of questions from Kingsley Shacklebolt, as if he had been shot.

"I'm naturally smart, unlike some idiots who like to cause trouble for no reason. Do you think this answer is acceptable?" Harry retorted without any politeness.

"You!"

"Kingsley Shacklebolt!" Arthur quickly tugged at his absent-minded colleague, then turned to Harry as amicably as possible. "Harry, can anyone testify that you've been in the nursing home 24 hours a day, without ever leaving for a single moment?"

"So what exactly happened?" Harry asked, frowning.

"Cornelius Fudge was murdered..." Moody said somberly, "Along with Mrs. Fudge and their nephew Rufus ..."

"What did you say?!" Harry was stunned for a moment.

He thought that Barty Crouch couldn't possibly be dead by the end of May, but he never expected that news of someone else's death would break!

Chapter 822 Some people are here to frame me

Strictly speaking, the Fudge, along with their nephew, should actually be considered presumed dead.

They were discovered missing one after another on the afternoon of May 14th. The Auror then came to investigate, collecting hair, dander, and other samples. Using the properties of the Polyjuice Potion, they examined the samples and finally determined that all three Fudge were no longer alive.

So in fact, this should be a kidnapping and murder case, and the three Fudge may have already died before the 14th.

Even a fool would know that these Auror are only good at collecting things like hair. With the crime scene destroyed like this, all the useful clues are probably gone, and the murderer is almost certain to escape... Wait a minute!

Harry then realized that the reason Arthur Weasley had insisted on bringing him along was because he suspected that Harry had killed the three Fudge?!

No wonder they kept asking themselves where they were on May 14th.

"Hmph, you really do remember it vividly, don't you~" Seeing Harry's expression slightly 'out of control,' Kingsley Shacklebolt immediately returned a smug sneer. "Tell me honestly, what exactly did you do to those three that day?!"

"What the hell am I going to tell you?" Harry spat out in disgust. "I used to think you were pretty smart, but what, after your nephew went crazy, did you go crazy too?"

"Damn it... that brat!" Kingsley Shacklebolt was enraged by Harry's repeated taunts and even raised his fist to hit Harry.

But before Arthur could grab him again, a magic wand was already swiftly pointed at his Adam's apple.

It was Hermione who made the move, the youngest Champion of Hogwarts, who was now glaring coldly at the adult opposite her, who was baring his teeth and brandishing his claws!

"I'm warning you, we will never allow ourselves to be framed! If you can't solve the Fudge family murder case, you can request our Detective Society's help... but if you dare to suspect Harry without cause, I'll make you pay!"

Hermione glared coldly at Kingsley Shacklebolt, her imposing aura and the subtle sharpness emanating from the tip of her wand even causing him to tremble involuntarily.

Wow, my wife is amazing!