"Hello, Minister, I am surprised to see you here."

Foggy was a stout little man wearing a pinstripe robe, looking cold and tired. But when he saw the owner of the voice, he immediately became enthusiastic: "It turned out to be little Jack. Are you going to Diagon Alley with your classmates to buy books?" Foggy said to Sister Pettier and Hermione behind Silver.

"Yes, I would have to go back to the UK in a week, but I heard that something was going on in China was a little bit of trouble, so I hurried back and came back with my classmates to prepare all the things I needed for the next semester. Minister, how could you stand at the door of the Broken Cauldron Bar with such a busy work?" Silver said.

"Oh, it's such a big trouble." Fudge took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead. "You know that Sirius Black has escaped from prison." Silver nodded.

"This was already a headache for me. A vicious criminal like Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban, guarded by the dementor. This put a lot of pressure on me. My opponents even asked me to step down. This was simply too bad. These bastards wanted to watch me make a fool of themselves, and didn't think about it. Is Sirius Black the escape from prison? Who would have thought that Dementors would miss it."

"Don't be angry, Minister. Sitting in your position will inevitably lead to these troubles." Silver persuaded with a smile.

"Jack, you're right." Fudge wiped the sweat on his head with his handkerchief: "These are not the worst. Black escaped, and we can catch him back at most, but Harry Potter's safety is the key during this period. Black is Voldemort's minion, and he was the one who betrayed the Potters. This time he successfully escaped from prison, he will definitely go to Harry Potter to trouble. And Potter doesn't let me worry about it-"

"I know this, he blew his aunt into a balloon, right?" Silver smiled.

Fudge obviously thought this was quite interesting, but he quickly forced himself to become serious: "It was originally a trivial matter. We knew that his Muggle relatives were very bad at him, and he could forgive him for doing this when he was stimulated. The Ministry of Magic was not unkind, not to mention that when Black fled, we would not punish him at all. But the problem was that Potter swelled his aunt and packed up and ran away from home. We guessed that he would take the Knights bus to Diagon Alley, because he had nowhere to go. But I had been waiting here for a day with an elite Auror squad, but I still couldn't see Potter, and I was almost crazy. I had just sent the Auror squad to search in the morning, but there was still no news at all. I was so anxious. If something happened to Potter, my political future would be complete.

"It's okay, Minister, I believe Harry Potter can definitely arrive here safely - look, a Knight bus is coming, maybe Harry Potter is in that car.

The Knight bus stopped while slid. A witch got off the top and lifted a large box and a bird cage. He said, "Navi, I've put the things here."

Another little witch got out of the car. He had messy hair and emerald eyes, and had worn-out eyes: "Thank you, Earn."

"You're finally here, Harry." Forge stepped forward and patted Harry on the shoulder. Harry was obviously frightened by Fuggy's protruding moment. Harry couldn't even say a word. Instead, the witch before asked excitedly: "Secretary, what did you call Neville just now?" Forge frowned: "Ern, what did you say? Neville, this is Harry Potter!"

"Haha, I knew he was Harry Potter! Look at the scars on his head." Another witch got out of the car.

"Stan, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Earn said.

"Okay OK, OK." Fudge interrupted the two of them: "I'm glad you sent Harry Potter here. But I wonder why it took you so long to come here? According to our calculations, you should have come a day ago."

Ern and Stan showed a fearful expression: "You don't know, Minister, we have seen it unknown!"

"Ominous? What's ominous?"

"What else can there be ominousness? A very big black dog has been following our car and it took us a long time to get rid of it. This was the time to waste."

"Is there such a thing?" Fudge frowned again, "I will let the Department of Mystery Affairs pay attention to this matter, but I have to take Harry Potter to the Burning Cauldron Bar now. Fudge patted Harry Potter on the shoulder heavily, and almost pushed Harry into the Burning Cauldron Bar. "Jack, come on, I think it will make him feel better if you have classmates accompany Harry." Fudge greeted Silver.

Silver smiled and took the girls into the scattered cauldron bar.

Forge asked the bar owner Tom for a private room. Tom flicked his finger and a fire broke out in the fireplace; he bowed and left. "Sit down, Harry." Forge said, pointing to a chair beside the stove. Harry sat down. Forge took off his pinstripe robe, threw it aside, then quickly pulled up his dark green suit pants and sat down opposite Harry. "I'm Connelly Forge, Harry. Minister of Magic." Of course, Harry had known it. He had seen Forge once before, but he was wearing his dad's invisible clothes.

Silver and the girls chose a sofa to sit down. Silver said, "Harry, you can make the minister wait, he has been waiting for you for almost a day."

Harry Potter only found that Silver, the Pettier sisters and Hermione were present. He had just been wondering how the Minister of Magic would trigger him, whether he would fire him from Hogwarts, and so on, and never noticed Silver and others.

The bar owner Tom appeared again, adding an apron outside his pajamas and using a tray to bring tea and toast. He placed the tray on the table between Forge and Harry, left the seat and brought it to the door. "Okay, Harry," Forge said, pouring the tea out, "I'm not afraid you know, as Jack said, you made us panic. Run out of your aunt and uncle's house! I thought...but nothing happened to you, it's important." Forge buttered his toast and pushed the plate towards Harry.

“What crisis?”

"Sorry, Harry, I can't tell you this. The Minister will definitely blame me if I say it, but don't worry, you will know what's going on soon."

Fudge is back, and Tom, the owner of the small bar, comes with him.

"The eleventh room is empty, Harry," said Fudge, "I think it will be very comfortable for you to live there. There is only one thing, and I think you will understand: don't go to Muggle London, okay? Just stay in Diagon Alley and don't go out, and you have to come back before dark every day. You must understand why. Tom will pay attention to yours for me." "Okay," said Harry slowly, "But why?" "Don't want to lose you again, do we want to?" Fudge laughed happily, "No, no, we'd better know where you are. I mean..."

Fudge cleared his throat loudly and picked up his pinstriped robe.

"Okay, I'm leaving, busy, you know."

"Do you have news about Sirius Black?"

Fudge's fingers slid on the silver buttons of his robe.

"What does it mean? Oh, you heard it--well, no, not yet, but it's just a question."

"The guards of Azkaban have never failed. They were so angry this time that they were better than I knew." Fudge shook a little.

"Then I'll say goodbye." He reached out and Harry shook his hand.

"Ah-Minister? Can you ask you a few questions?"

"Of course." Fudge said with a smile.

"Well, third graders can visit Hogsmeade, but, my aunt and uncle didn't sign my consent form. Can you sign me?"

Fudge looked uncomfortable.

"Ah," he said, "No, no, I'm sorry, Harry, because I'm not your parent, nor your guardian-" "But you are the Minister of Magic," Harry said anxiously, "If you allow me-" "No, sorry, Harry, because the rules are the rules," Fudge said flatly, "Maybe you can visit Hogsmeade next year. Actually, I think you'd better not... Well, I'm leaving. Have a good time here. Harry." Fudge smiled at Harry for the last time and shook his hand. He greeted Silver: "Silver, I think we should leave and let Harry have a good rest."

Silver nodded, he said goodbye to Harry with the girls, and left the room with Fudge-

"Minister, do you have any opinions on the guards of Azkaban?" Silver said.

"Think?" Fudge thought for a moment. "They are indeed terrible creatures, but they are indeed the most suitable as prison guards. I believe this time Black escape was just an accident."

"Oh, Minister, I don't think this is an accident. Azkaban has never had a precedent for jailbreaking - no living creature can slip away from the dementor's eyelids, especially Sirius Black, who has been imprisoned for thirteen years without a magic wand. You should be clear that during the period when the mysterious man was active, the dementor was his loyal subordinate, and Sirius Black was well known to be a guy who defected to the mysterious man, and it is very likely that he was the confidant of the mysterious man. In the past two years, the mysterious man's movements in the black forest of Albania are much more active than before. You should know what happened in Hogwarts in the last two years, whether it would be-" Silver suddenly stopped.

"This, it's unlikely." Fudge took out his handkerchief again. "After all, Dementors have an agreement with us, and they have no reason-"

"Minister." Silver interrupted Fauge's words. "You won't even believe these words yourself. We wizards and these non-human creatures are different after all. Who knows who the Dementors are loyal to, or whether they are careful? If there is really something wrong with the Dementors, then Black's incident will most likely be repeated."

Fudge seemed to be moved, "Jack, what you said makes sense. We must prepare both ways. OK, I have to go back to the department quickly. I will consider your suggestions carefully. Goodbye."
Chapter completed!