I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 191 The dog licker is really awesome
"Your good dean only punished them for your sake, or maybe for Emma's sake." Sirius said bluntly, "After all, your mother helped him a lot in school. As you know, our relationship with him has never been very good."

"You guys are just filthy pigs." Snape made no secret of his hostility. "All you can do is to band together and inflict violence on your classmates. That's all you are capable of..."

"You may not know that James and I did not specifically cause trouble for him for no reason. This guy..." Sirius did not answer him at all. He looked at Snape with disgust and said to Louis: "He is a loyal supporter of Voldemort's pure-blood philosophy. He has been boasting about how much he loves Lily, but what about it? Do you really have her in your heart?"

The last sentence was directed to Snape.

Snape was immediately enraged. He had never expected that Sirius would dare to excuse the bullying of the four. He spoke word by word: "You don't know at all. You don't know at all. I..."

"How much do you love her? Oh yes, yes, if you love her, you should call her a Mudblood?" Sirius smiled coolly, showing his big white teeth - the effect of the new cleaning was good, so he cleaned his teeth while he was at it.

Louis discovered that Sirius's words were not ordinary...

Compared to him, Ron and Draco together are both considered to be the sweet-talkers.

Snape was really angry. He stood up and leaped towards Sirius, forgetting to use magic. He turned into a violent warrior and started fighting Sirius. But as a dead otaku, he was no match for Sirius. After a few hits, he was hit by an electric cannon in the left eye socket by Sirius, leaving him with a black eye.

Sirius didn't get anything good out of it either. It was obvious that old silver coin Snape was a frequent fighter against him. While being hit by the hammer, he could also exchange injuries with a punch in Sirius' left eye.

Dumbledore had no intention of stopping the two of them. Instead, he was discussing with Louis whether or not to add sugar to the moonberry juice. Dean Sprout and Dean Flitwick also began to discuss in tacit understanding that there was plenty of sunshine today - but it was already late at night, could you two be more careful?

It seems that Professor Snape is indeed not very popular, perhaps because he is too partial to him. Only Professor McGonagall couldn't bear it and signaled to Lupin with her eyes, asking him to go up and separate the two of them.

"Professor, do you think we should separate them first?" Louis felt a little reluctant, after all, his dean was at a disadvantage now.

The most important thing is that beating like this will not kill anyone.

"It's great to be young." Dumbledore didn't say anything, but just tasted the raisins produced in Talador.

Professor Lupin walked up and used magic to separate the two. This guy was also a bad guy. When no one was paying attention, he hit Snape's stomach twice, which was covered by thick clothes.

Even if it turns blue, you can't see it.

"In fact, you two should let go of your hatred." Louis shrugged: "After all, we still have a common enemy now, and we all have a common goal to fight for, right?"

"Who has the same goal as him?" Sirius retorted subconsciously, and then he and Snape looked at each other, turned their heads away in disgust, and snorted arrogantly in synchronization.

"Look, Sirius wanted to protect Harry, and Professor Snape, well, also wanted to protect Li...that lady's child. Aren't they actually the same goal? Right?" Louis's ability to mediate was at least at the director level.

Sirius was more open-minded. He chuckled twice and said, "I'm fine. I'm just worried about your dean..."

Snape looked at Sirius, then at Louis, and said slowly: "Excuse me, I don't quite understand what it means to let go."

"Chris." Louise waved at Christasa, motioned for her to lean over and whisper as the latter came over. After giving a few instructions, she saw Christasa coming over with a cup and a pot of hot water.

"Please hold this cup with both hands, Professor Snape," said Louis.

Snape raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then thought for a moment and picked up the cup. Everyone looked over here with great interest, wanting to see how Louis was going to teach Snape to put it down.

Louis held the kettle and began to add water into the cup. The cup was gradually filled up until it overflowed. The scalding hot water flowed onto Snape's hand, scalding him so much that he immediately let go of the cup.

"See, in fact, there is nothing in this world that cannot be let go." Louis sighed lightly, with a compassionate demeanor of a wise man: "When it hurts, you will naturally let it go."

Everyone in the room had a thoughtful look on their face, especially Dumbledore, who stopped chewing his candy and stared blankly at the remains of the cup on the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

Snape did the same. He sat there for a moment, looking at his red hands. He suddenly stood up and left Louis' office like a bat, swinging his black robe in the middle of everyone's puzzled gazes. After a while, he came back like the wind and sat in front of Louis with a new cup in his hand.

The cup was rather plain, just an ordinary glass cup.

"Try again this time," Snape said slowly.

Louis nodded and added water to the cup again, but this time, the overflowing hot water flowed onto Snape's hands. Louis could clearly see that his eyelids were twitching subconsciously because of the pain, but his hand did not loosen at all, still holding the cup tightly.

This is something Louis can't handle. Damn, Professor Snape, what's wrong with you?

Of course he also asked: "Aren't you hot, Professor Snape? This is boiling water..."

"Hot, of course it's hot." Professor Snape's expression was exceptionally resolute.

"It's hot, then why don't you let go?" Louis really didn't understand, why should you hold on like that?
Professor Snape sighed and said slowly: "Because... this is the cup Lily gave me..."

Louis was stunned. Everyone in the office, whether it was the three head deans who had always been at odds with Snape, or his arch-enemies Lupin and Sirius, or the three little Harrys who hated him, all showed great respect to Snape.

What a passionate man! Hermione's impression of Snape changed drastically. Girls always have strong sympathy for such passionate people. And in this era, passion has not been ruined.

After a while, Louis came back to his senses, put down the kettle in his hand, and said slowly:

"Dog licking is really awesome..."

Sirius couldn't hold back his laughter when he heard that. Snape glanced at him, reached out and took out another cup and placed it in front of Sirius: "You laughed so happily, I think you can put it down easily too?"

As soon as Sirius saw the cup, he immediately put it in his arms and shook his head quickly, "No, no, no, I'm not, I don't have it, and I can't put it down, I can't put it down."

Snape put on a forced smile and said nothing. Instead, he carefully put away the cup and sat on the stool, continuing to wait for someone from the Ministry of Magic to arrive.

Dumbledore was now somewhat doubtful about his life, wondering if he should also go to Nurmengard. It seemed that he had not visited Gellert for a long time.

Fawkes was very fast, and Fudge was not slow either. After receiving Fawkes' message, he immediately followed the Floo network to Hogwarts. After opening the door, he saw Sirius sitting upright in his seat at first sight.

"Oh, it seems you have caught Black, right?" Fudge's expression was full of surprise. He looked at Dumbledore and then at Black. This was a great political achievement. It seemed that his position as Minister of Magic could be consolidated through this incident.

But he obviously didn't notice Sirius's neat clothes, beautiful white teeth, and hair that was no longer greasy like Snape's.

Snape: Don't cue...

Sirius grinned and smiled at Fudge: "Perhaps Mr. Minister has not noticed that I am not treated like a prisoner?"

"What do you mean, Black?" Fudge frowned unhappily when he heard that, thinking to himself, how dare you, a fugitive from Azkaban, talk to me, the Minister of Magic?

"That's right, Cornelius." Dumbledore suddenly said, "In our recent investigation, we found a more prominent problem, which is... the person who betrayed James and Lily was not Sirius Black, but someone else. At the same time, this person was also the culprit who detonated the Muggle street and killed 23 people."

"Who is it?" Fudge frowned. How could such an ironclad case be overturned? Didn't Black already acquiesce to all the charges against him when he was arrested? Why did Dumbledore suddenly want to overturn the case today when he called him here? Could it be that he wanted to harm himself and the Ministry of Magic?

Fudge was a narrow-minded man, and his vision was even smaller than the pus on a rat's tail. Over the years, he had been wary of Dumbledore, fearing that he would displease Dumbledore and be kicked out of the Ministry of Magic. It could be said that he lived in fear and tread on thin ice. However, he had never thought about one problem, that is, Dumbledore was not interested in fighting for power.

If he had any interest in this area, he would have become the Dark Queen of the Saints long ago.

"Peter Pettigrew," Dumbledore replied, and told Fudge the real truth again.

Fudge shook his body, as if the news was too shocking. Soon, he laughed nervously, waved his hand and said, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! Peter Pettigrew's finger was found on the street! The finger! In that attack, Peter Pettigrew was the victim, he is dead! He is not a criminal! Black is even less likely to be a hero! He is the executioner! The executioner who killed Peter Pettigrew! He is also the murderer of those twenty-three Muggles!"

No one present said anything, just watched Fudge perform quietly.

In fact, it is no wonder that Fudge reacted so strongly. This was an ironclad case from twelve years ago. If it were discovered that it was the Ministry of Magic's fault, and Black, who should have been a hero, was wrongly wronged and suffered in Azkaban for twelve years, the Ministry of Magic would probably be blown off the roof by the angry masses.

There is a saying that goes, people are always more willing to believe what they want to believe, and even Fudge, the head of a department at the Ministry of Magic, is no exception. He simply cannot accept this fact - because it does not benefit the Ministry of Magic at all.

Snape shook his head and moved aside, allowing Fudge to see the tied-up Peter Pettigrew.

"Look, Mr. Minister, this is a rat we just caught today - Peter Pettigrew." Snape said in a gloomy tone, "Of course, if you don't want to believe it, I think under the effect of my truth serum, Peter will definitely tell everyone everything he has done."

Fudge was shocked. It was not that he didn't know Peter Pettigrew. He wanted to pretend that he didn't know him, but the truth serum mentioned by Snape made him hesitate. He shook his head and raised his doubts: "Then how did he leave the explosion site? I mean, no one saw him at the time."

"He is an illegal Animagus, Mr. Minister." Snape forced a smile, which was a fake smile and full of sarcasm.

Sirius actually hated Snape's expression. In the past, when he and James had nothing to do, they would pick on Snape and bully him. Most of the time, it was because of his sarcastic tone and his fake smile. This kid could always successfully anger others with just one sentence or one expression. It would be wrong to say that he had a sarcastic face. After all, it was really annoying...

But now, Sirius inexplicably felt that Snape was a little more pleasing to the eye.

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Now everyone has a common dislike - Fudge, so they don't seem to be so disgusted with each other, especially Snape's expression is obviously directed at Fudge.

Fudge took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to explode, mainly because he knew that Snape, the potion master, was a bit difficult to deal with, and who knows what he might ask of him in the future.

The potion masters in the magical world are just like the alchemists in the novels about cultivating immortals. It is better not to offend them if possible.

He nodded, indicating that he accepted this statement, and then looked at Peter Pettigrew, curling his lips: "Well, if you don't mind, Professor Snape, please use some truth serum. I still don't quite believe it... After all, this is a little too unbelievable."

Snape stood up and pulled a vial from his pocket.

Being a ruthless man of few words, he didn't say anything to Fudge at all. He walked straight towards Peter Pettigrew, pulled out Sirius's smelly socks that were stuffed in his mouth, and poured the truth serum into his mouth very roughly.

It was somewhat due to some personal grudges, so he poured out a whole bottle.

(End of this chapter)