"This must have been done by Porter-" Lucius was far away. Malfoy's angry voice came,

"It's impossible, Mr. Malfoy," said Fudge. "We confirmed five minutes ago that Black was still there, and Harry couldn't-"

"What's going on?" Dumblido asked calmly.

"Blake disappeared, Dunbulito," Fudge looked like he had lost his strength, "I will be the laughing stock of the entire magic world--"

"Let's go, Minister, things are not at the worst stage yet," said Dumbledore.

"Hmph--" Lucius. When Malfoy arrived at the hospital room, he pushed the door hard, but found that the door was locked.

"Oh, it's me who locked it." Dumbledore said briskly, and he bounced his wand, and the door jumped to the side, Lucius. Malfoy rushed in, and he saw Mrs. Pomfrey staring at Harry, confirming that he had eaten the chocolate well,

"You see, Mr. Malfoy," said Foggy. "Harry is here, the door is locked, and he can't have a chance to let Sirius go."

"Very good." Lucius. Malfoy turned his head, "Then I think the minister can let Aurors hunt down Black."

"I think we need to hear the new testimony first, Lucius," Dumbledore said. "The executive officers are about to wake up."

"Didn't Severus say that the potion will take more than an hour?" Lucius. Malfoy asked furiously,

"Yes, but after the minister sent the owl to the Ministry of Magic, I also sent one to ask the St. Mungo Hospital for help. They generously sent two professional therapists," Dumbledore said with a smile. The two wizards in dark green robes came over. They had a badge of crossing the magic warriors and bones on their chests. "And they told me in surprise that this potion can actually be completed in more than half an hour."

"Minister." A bearded therapist nodded slightly to say hello. He took out a bottle of potion and poured it into the executive officer lying on the hospital bed. Suddenly, the official opened his eyes wide and vomited a mouthful of green smoke. He woke up.

"Minister-" The executive officer blinked and seemed to be figuring out the situation around him. He raised his head and shook his head and said, "The dementor attacked us, Peter attacked and robbed the wand again. He controlled me with a rude spell."

"Oh-Merlin-" Fudge couldn't speak in surprise. He pointed at the executive officer, and then he sat heavily on a chair, "What should I do, Dunbulido?"

"Fortunately, no disaster was caused," said Dumbully. "I suggest you send an announcement to the Prophet Daily. I think Sirius will show up after reading tomorrow's newspaper."

"I think you're right, Dunbulido," said Fudge. "The Daily Prophet will certainly not miss the opportunity. They will report it on a big deal-"

"I think the dementors outside the campus will be withdrawn today, right?" asked Dumblido.

"Of course, of course, the dementors were out of control. They almost performed a death kiss on our people. Even Harry almost suffered," Fudge nodded repeatedly. He stood up again and ran out of the hospital room. "I'll send a letter to ask the department to cancel the wanted traffic. Merlin's beard, changed the command twice within an hour - it's a disaster -"

"I'm glad to have such an ending-" Lucius. Malfoy said rudely, he turned and left, disappeared at the corner of the corridor.

"Good rest, Harry." Dumbullydo smiled, Lawrence waved at Harry, and they left the hospital room. It was almost midnight, the corridor was empty, and their footsteps seemed very clear.

"I want to choose you as the chief, maybe one of the wisest things I have done this semester." Dumblido suddenly spoke,

"Uh--" Lawrence was stunned,

"A few years ago, you were smart, but like a proud lion. You believed in your own strength more than asking for help," said Dumbledore. "But I think you also learned that if you gather the power of many people, you can overcome difficult situations and powerful enemies."

"I think...yes," Lawrence said.

"At that time, I thought, the incident between the Philosopher's Stone and the Basilisk was ultimately because of your friends, and you would do your best. You are still just the proud lion, attacking the enemies who invaded the territory without mercy." said Dumbledore,

"So you choose me as the chief?" Lawrence frowned.

"I admit that I chose you as the chief to enhance your sense of belonging to Hogwarts and then treat Hogwarts as part of your protection. I hope you can take more responsibility," Dunbulido replied, "But I think I was wrong."

"Are you wrong? What does it mean?" Lawrence didn't understand.

"You are on the train, showing your patron saint," Dumbredo's eyes shining, "It has changed, right?"

"Yes, I remember it used to be a lion," Lawrence replied.

"If Remus is right, it is a lion-headed beast, the eagle's head and wings and the body of the lion, possessing wisdom and strength, and dominating the sky and the earth at the same time," Dumbledore said, "a creature that represents courage and virtue."

"I noticed that this semester only shows your extraordinary strength when driving the dementors on the train. Most of the time, you are seeking the help of the professors," said Dumbledore. "If you had been to Professor Snape's help a few years ago, you would definitely not ask Professor Snape for help, but would act alone and find a way to find Sirius, right?"

"I think so," Lawrence admitted, "even then, I thought so, but what does it have to do with it?"

"You choose to use the power of everyone rather than your own, and you keenly discover the truth of the past and help innocent people escape," Dumbledore said, his tone full of smiles, "So I found out that I was wrong. Your growth rate is as fast as you learn magic. This shows that my intention to choose you as a senior is a little bit - the behavior of a villain."

"It's okay I don't mind," Lawrence shrugged, "In fact, I like Hogwarts very much, too."

"Let's talk about Lucius's actions tonight," Dumbledore said. "Guess how he did it?"

"I think he contacted the Dementor at some point," Lawrence frowned. "Maybe it was the day of the Quidditch game? Mrs. Bones said he had arrived long ago."

"I think you're right, not only that," Dumbledore said. "That day was his only chance to talk to Peter."

"He spoke very quietly, we didn't hear it," Lawrence recalled. "I think he was just asking if Peter would cast a rude curse?"

"What happened today is just everything that was planned at the beginning." Dumbledore nodded in agreement with Lawrence's judgment, "and we lack key evidence."

"He only needs to do one thing today, watch it happen coldly, and then make sure the executives of the executive branch come to us," Lawrence said. "Even a spell is not necessary to be cast."

"If everything goes well, Peter will run away, Sirius may be kissed by death, and more likely to start a life of escape," Dumbledore said. "But the executive officer was saved, and Lucius's plan was flawed. All we have to do is to delay the time until the executive officer woke up."

"Why didn't Snape get the antidote right away?" Lawrence asked,

"Because that doesn't matter, I believe Voldemort will return one day," Dumbully said calmly. "Severus also understands that today is delayed by Lucius's intention and delaying the potion for more than an hour. One day in the future, he can return to Voldemort to be an insider."

Lawrence was silent. They came to the portrait of the fat lady. Dumbledore waved his hand at him with a smile. In the dissatisfied nagging of the fat lady, Lawrence spoke the clearance and climbed into the Gryffindor Tower. In the Gryffindor saloon, there were a few bottles of butter beer on the table, and several people were waiting for him.

"After Hermione said, Ginny was very worried," Fred said.

"But Hermione repeatedly promised that Harry would be fine, so we drove her to bed." George said,

"That old bastard Malfoy didn't do anything, did Ron ask,

"Everything is good," Lawrence said with a smile. "Tomorrow's newspaper must be wonderful."

"Yeah--" The twins clapped their high-highs, Ron breathed a sigh of relief, drank the butter beer in his hand, and the three of them walked towards the stairs of the dormitory. Lawrence was about to follow, but found that Hermione stared at him without blinking.

"What's wrong?" Lawrence was so furious that he stared at.

"Why do you refuse to use the time converter in the hospital room?" Hermione was puzzled.

"I said, the chain is not long enough, and I'm too heavy." Lawrence raised his eyebrows.

"The chain is shorter, but we can just face it with our faces-" Hermione said suddenly realizing what she said. Her cheeks were slightly red and asked in a hurry, "What does it mean to be too heavy?"

"Buckbeck's back can't sit three people." Lawrence replied lightly.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but Lawrence waved his wand to extinguish the remains of the saloon, and he turned and walked up the stairs.

The next day, early in the morning, the title of "Prophet Daily" was not Peter's news, but-

"'The werewolf is in Hogwarts?'-What's this?" Fred said, and he quickly browsed the full text.

"'Mr. Lucius Malfoy, a well-known figure in the magic world, said this morning how shocked and uneasy he was when he learned the news----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Oh-He must be revenge-" Hermione put down the breakfast in her hand and said sadly, "Oh my God--"

"They won't drive him away, are they?" George was incredible. "He is a rare professor of normal black magic defense."

"I'm going to find him," Harry stood up immediately.

"Hey, this is for you." Lawrence stitched the map to Harry, "This is what your father did with his friends, Sirius, Professor Lupin, and Peter."

"Thank you-" Harry said, and he rushed out of the hall,

"If Professor Lupin has resigned, we can't do anything-" Hermione said helplessly.

"I think we should do something?" Fred asked.

"What do you think of remodeling the canary biscuits?" Lawrence asked.

"We don't have enough time" George said, his eyes lit up, "Hermione--"

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked vigilantly.

"Hope the time converter is still on you," Fred said.

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Author's words: The next chapter is over. I originally wanted to make the four chapters named after the four of them coherent together, but unfortunately there are two chapters mixed in between.
Chapter completed!