Chapter 250

Because he didn't want to expose his identity, Klein deliberately hid the true form of the patron saint. Seeing Sirius in a coma, he pinched his eyebrows and finally decided to throw the problem to Dumbledore.

It's none of Kirk's business. Oh, Kirk doesn't know anything~

Seven days later.

"I... where am I..."

Vaguely opened his eyes, Sirius only felt that his eyelids were hanging a weight, too heavy. Opening the quilt, he struggled to turn over and sit up. First he checked his situation, and then he looked at the surrounding environment carefully.

This should be the hospital: the clean decoration, the smell of disinfectant in the air, the cross decoration of bones and wands, and the patient's clothes that he didn't know when to change, all remind Sirius that he was not dreaming.

He was saved and found his life in the hands of the Dementors.

But who would it be?

Sirius hugged his head and tried to recall, but he could only remember the hazy silver light that came into his eyes before falling into a coma.

"Bang Dang."

He was in a trance. Suddenly, the door of the ward opened from the outside.

The female nurse who came in saw Sirius with a happy look on her face.

"Mr. Black, you're awake."

"Yes..."

Hearing the female nurse's words, Sirius opened his mouth and subconsciously answered.

But after thinking about it, his eyes suddenly became very confused.

Mr. Black?

No one has called him so formally for many years.

As a prisoner in Azkaban, his label is "madman", "murderer" and "villain", but there is no "Sir".

How could the hospital nurse be so polite to him.

Sure enough, he has died under the siege of Dementors. Now he is dreaming

A simple title plunged Sirius into serious doubt about reality.

The female nurse didn't know that Sirius's brain tonic ability was so outstanding. After saying hello, she seriously completed her work: opening the window to ventilate the room, putting new magic drugs at the head of the bed, and after everything was done, she looked at Sirius again and spoke softly.

"If people outside know you're awake, they will be very happy... Many newspapers wanted to come in and interview before, but Mr. Dumbledore drove them away."

Newspaper, interview, Dumbledore?

Sirius is getting more and more confused.

What's all this and what?

His identity was exposed. It should not be the media, but Auror of the Ministry of magic.

"Oh, I forgot. You don't know anything."

Seeing the blank expression on Sirius's face, the female nurse seemed to suddenly think of something and quickly explained.

"Mr. Black, Minister Dumbledore has personally proved your innocence. Peter perrudy, who is locked up in Azkaban, has explained everything through strict interrogation. You are no longer a fugitive!"

no Fugitive?

At that moment, Sirius's heart seemed to be hit by a boulder and could not return to God for a long time.

In thirteen years, he lived as a prisoner for thirteen years.

After a sleep, I recovered my whiteness

And Minister Dumbledore?

Dumbledore really became the Minister of magic!

"Mr. Black, you have a good rest now. Don't worry, it's all right."

Perhaps it was because Sirius' experience was too tragic to arouse the instinctive sympathy of women's soul. The female nurse's tone was very gentle, and even helped Sirius cover the quilt himself.

Sirius faces a red face.

The kindness from strangers overwhelmed him.

"I'll call a therapist to check your condition. Lie down for a while."

Seeing this, the female nurse covered her mouth and smiled, blinked at Sirius, turned and walked out of the ward.

Sirius, lying honestly in bed, had a very complex expression.

But soon he began to laugh in a low voice.

The laughter grew louder and louder.

Laughing, laughing, he shed tears.

A sense of freedom.

That's nice.

.......

Back home, Barty, director of the magic law enforcement department Crouch pulled off his tie and dragged his tired body into the living room.

He was so tired that he didn't even bother to take off his wrinkled coat. He sat down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling and began to empty.

It is said that new officials have three fires in office.

But buddy Crouch never thought that Dumbledore, the acting minister, would burn himself in the first fire.

Overturn the case of Sirius 13 years ago

Well, who would have thought of Peter Perudi is not dead.

A testimony directly knocked him down as the director of the Department of International Magic exchange and cooperation!

Damn it!

"Hoo ~"

I looked at the clock not far away, buddy Crouch took a long breath.

It's time for feeding.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get angry.

Blame the villain!

Thirteen years ago, he was the most promising Minister of magic. After that incident, although he chose to break his wrists, his career was affected. He was transferred from the Department of magic law enforcement to the Department of International Magic exchange and cooperation, and the position of minister of magic was also changed by Cornell Fudge took the old bastard.

He hates me.

"Glitter!"

Buddy Crouch got up from the sofa and shouted the name of the house elf.

With a bang, the little monster with sharp ears and big eyes appeared out of thin air and knelt respectfully on Patty's knees Crouch's feet.

"Master."

"Is the damn beast dead?"

Buddy Crouch has no love for the child who ruined his career. The reason why he has been kept in captivity is that he is afraid of an incident that will affect his future.

The house elf "Shan Shan" blinked his big eyes and shook his head.

"Bad luck."

Buddy A trace of impatience flashed across Crouch's old face.

"No dinner for him today."

"No dinner, but young master... OK, sir, I see."

Hear buddy At Crouch's command, Shanshan seemed to want to say something, but facing the stern eyes, he still lowered his big head - domestic elves can't resist their master.

"Hum!"

The hungry beast won't die, buddy Crouch finally felt the fire go away.

He took off his coat and gave it to Shanshan.

"Go, help me iron my clothes and hang them up."

"Yes, sir."

Shanshan took his coat and left with his ears drooping.

The relationship between the master and the young master of the family has been very bad, which makes him very sad.

Since the young master came home 13 years ago, he has never left the house. Every time he sees the depressed and skinny young master, he will silently shed tears.

Now, the master doesn't even give the young master food. How can the young master's body stand it.

Glitter bit his lips.

Don't let me prepare meals, at least

Secretly let the young master drink some milk and eat some dry bread.

That's all he can do.

Alas, poor young master.