This is thanks to Fudge's excessive publicity after his return, along with his zealous performance, fearing others might not know that the Savior is grateful to him.
Harry followed Dumbledore to an elevator; there was no one else there until the elevator started, and it was just the two of them.
Soon, the elevator slowly started, the chains clattered, and the indifferent woman's voice from the phone booth sounded again.
"Seventh floor, Magic Sports Department, includes United Kingdom and Ireland Quidditch League Command Headquarters, official Gobstones Club, and Patent Office for Comic Products."
Gobstones is a game popular among wizard children, using special stones. The rules are similar to the Muggle marbles game, the main difference being that when one party loses points, the stones spray a foul liquid onto the loser's face.
This game is rather niche in the magic world and doesn't have a "cool" reputation, which leaves Gobstones enthusiasts quite resentful.
"Gobstones..." Harry seemed somewhat nostalgic, "Oh my, I remember back in my first year, Gareth played Gobstones with me, he loved the game... speaking of which, he later became the captain of the Gobstones team."
Yes, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry also has its own Gobstones Club and team.
"Perhaps you didn't know," Dumbledore winked at Harry, "Severus' mother, Aileen Prince, once served as the captain of the Hogwarts Gobstones team."
"Is that so?" Harry asked interestedly.
"Of course." Dumbledore chuckled, "It's just that Gobstones is quite niche, and not a very popular recreational activity."
Harry shrugged, he indeed didn't quite like Gobstones; if Gareth hadn't liked playing, he wouldn't have tried it—getting sprayed with foul water is really unpleasant.
The elevator opened, and two hurried wizards came in, greeted Dumbledore, then stood aside waiting for the elevator.
"Sixth floor, Magic Transport Department, includes Flue Network Management agency, Flying Broom Management Control department, Door Key Office, and Illusionary Appearance Testing Center."
The elevator doors opened again, and the two wizards swiftly left the elevator.
This time, no one came in, the elevator continued running, all the way to the second floor.
"Second floor, Magic Law Enforcement Department, includes Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, Auror Command and Wizengamot Management agency."
"We should go, Harry." Dumbledore said to Harry, "The court is this way, follow me."
They exited the elevator and continued walking, passing a window, outside was drizzling rain.
"You should know we're still underground," Dumbledore said to Harry, "The Magic Maintenance Department decides the weather at the Ministry of Magic each day; if they're in a bad mood, it'll rain outside—look, it's drizzling now, indicating their mood isn't great, but not terrible, or it would be a hurricane or thunderstorm."
As they passed a door, Harry saw Mr. Weasley sitting inside.
The sign above the door read "Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items."
Harry knew Mr. Weasley was the head of the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items.
"Mr. Weasley." Harry greeted in the office.
Mr. Weasley looked up and saw it was Harry and Dumbledore, and stood up smiling.
"Professor Dumbledore, Harry." He greeted, "You are here already? Well, I'm surprised how things turned out, but I'm glad Black could finally be exonerated—Fudge has already told us the whole truth, so happy, really happy that Black wasn't a bad guy, but—"
Saying this, Mr. Weasley's face looked a bit unpleasant.
"I really didn't expect Peter to turn into a rat, staying in my house for twelve years!" He said angrily, "That traitor... my God..."
"You were also implicated, weren't you?" Dumbledore asked with concern.
"Oh, it's nothing—" Mr. Weasley sighed, lifting the hem of his suit to the side and placing his hands on his waist, "Good heavens, it was also my fault, I never thought that rat would actually be Peter Pediru..."
"In fact, it's hard to make such a connection, Mr. Weasley." Harry sighed, "Who would have thought a person could turn into a rat? He's just too cunning, it's not your fault, no one could have imagined, he even fooled Dumbledore."
It was quite evident, even at the school, Dumbledore didn't notice.
Mr. Weasley's face looked a bit better.
"Thank you, Harry." He patted Harry's shoulder, "Good kid, you're always so understanding... eh."
He glanced at his watch and said to them both, "Well, the trial is about to start—I think we should leave here and head to the Judgement Room..."
Meanwhile, in the Forbidden Forest.
Little Sirius wagged his tail happily as he bit into the food Pabi stole from the tent, the tail almost like a propeller pounding the ground.
He was thrilled he could make a unicorn friend, especially one who somehow managed to steal good things to eat.
Over ten years!
Over ten years!
In Azkaban, there weren't so many good things to eat—even after he got out, he was living by eating dead rats or large spiders, never tasting such things before!
Should introduce her to Harry, Little Sirius thought, but suddenly felt a chill behind his head.
He turned back with a bark, only to find standing behind him was the Slytherin girl who once gave Harry a lap pillow by the Black Lake shore.
For a moment, the alarm in Little Sirius' heart peaked.
Vicious Slytherin woman! What do you plan to do!
However, without any warning, Little Sirius only felt a sudden spin of the sky and earth, and then toppled to the ground.
Stunning... Stunning Spell...
That was his last thought.
Before losing consciousness, he saw the beautiful girl holding a small pouch, seemingly to put him inside.
What's she up to?
With that thought, Little Sirius fell unconscious.
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