After seeing the reporters coming over, Fudge immediately reached out his broad hands to shake Harry's hand.
"Thank you, Minister," Harry choked up and said, a tear rolling down his cheek, "Thank you for upholding justice, for vindicating my only family... my godfather, and for dealing with the real culprit who betrayed my parents back then... It was you who made me genuinely feel that in the Ministry of Magic, there is a kind and righteous heart!"
The reporters from Prophet Daily had their eyes shining, their feather pens nearly writing sparks as they quickly recorded Harry's words on paper.
"Well," Fudge patted Harry's hand and said with a relaxed expression, "but Harry, I have to tell you, I'm afraid I can't accept your praises—know this, it was a wrongful case twelve years ago by the Ministry of Magic. If we had examined the truth carefully back then, perhaps your godfather would not have been wronged and imprisoned, and you wouldn't have suffered for years in the Muggle World."
At this point, Fudge also sighed and shook his head, continuing to pat Harry's hand.
"It is the fault of the Ministry of Magic, Harry," Fudge sighed, "it's the incompetence of the Ministry that brewed such a bitter fruit..."
"But, Minister," Harry corrected, "I believe it's not terrifying to make mistakes; what's terrifying is stubbornly holding onto those mistakes and refusing to admit them—and today, undoubtedly, you've taught me deeply as a student—a lesson in maintaining a righteous heart, even at the expense of one's own dignity, to uphold justice. I believe that with you as a role model, inspired by you, Hogwarts students will also move forward in your direction."
These words brought Fudge a flush of happiness, making him extremely pleased.
Harry's fame in the Magic World naturally doesn't need much mention, as he defeated the terrorizing You-Know-Who in the British Magic World at just one year old, his name is known from Ireland to the United Kingdom...
Having him stand in for himself, his status really is... solid!
The surrounding reporters frantically snapped photos, capturing this beautiful and harmonious moment.
"I sincerely suggest, Minister, that you come to Hogwarts to give a speech for the students," Harry said again, "as it is often said, the confused young wizards need a role model to guide them forward."
The smile on Fudge's face couldn't be hidden, he nodded incessantly, acknowledging Harry's words.
But in the end, he wasn't shameless enough, and modestly declined, "Forget the speech, the matter of Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black is enough to keep me busy for a while... This requires a lot of time to deal with, and I truly can't spare myself from it, I hope you can understand, Harry."
"That's really unfortunate." Harry sighed long, as though he was truly regretting.
"But we will eventually have time, Harry," Fudge said with a laugh, "I'm glad you recognize all of this."
The two continued shaking hands, simultaneously turning toward the photographer of Prophet Daily.
With the 'click' of the camera, the judgment of Peter Pettigrew came to a close.
Outside the Judgement Court, Dumbledore stood by the window, looking at the magical simulated scenery outside, speaking to Harry with meaningful intent, "I truly did not expect that Harry would be so at ease in these situations."
"People have to get used to it," Harry shrugged and said, "this is also a compulsory course in life, isn't it?"
"Indeed, even if you are the most powerful wizard in the world, social skills are a necessary course," Dumbledore stroked his beard.
Harry noncommittal tapped the wall board, without verbally opposing Dumbledore.
"Alright, I think we should also return to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said with a laugh, "the next thing we need to do is find the hidden Sirius Black."
At this point, Dumbledore raised his head, his gaze fixed on the window ledge.
"He's suffered too much already, Harry, we should find him as soon as possible to avoid any accident."
"I understand, Professor," Harry nodded, saying.
They didn't return directly to Hogwarts, but instead went to Diagon Alley first.
At Florin's ice cream shop, Dumbledore bought Harry a large nutty ice cream, he had a portion himself too, and the two sat happily on the bench outside the ice cream shop eating.
"I think a serving of ice cream like this is just the right enjoyment for you," Dumbledore said with a laugh, "the Wizengamot trial is extremely boring, this is something you should be well aware of."
Harry raised his head to look at Dumbledore, then lowered his eyes to look at the nearly finished ice cream in Dumbledore's hand, compared to his own which he had only eaten a small portion…
I suspect it's you who wanted the ice cream, Professor Dumbledore.
But even though high EQ Harry saw through Dumbledore, he didn't expose him, and very considerately continued to eat the ice cream heartily.
"Oh..."
After Dumbledore finished his ice cream, he kept staring at the oversized deluxe ice cream in the hand of a nearby child in a trance.
The ice cream was covered in plenty of raspberry and blackcurrant sauce, along with numerous fruit pieces, looking colorful and very tempting.
Harry quickly finished his ice cream, noticed the desire in Dumbledore's eyes, and got up to go into the ice cream shop, buying two ice creams—matching the little boy's.