In the middle of the camp, Silver and Hermione stood in front of a four-story tent.

"Jack, this tent is too exaggerated!"

"Actually, this is not my original intention. This is already the most low-key tent in my house." Silver looked helpless. "I have already told Ranod to remove some things, otherwise there would be a few corner buildings next to the tent."

"But this is too big - after all, only you and me are watching the game this time, plus the house elf Ranod."

"It's true." Silver touched his chin. "Parvati and Padma returned to India this summer, and my parents went to South America again - but fortunately, otherwise I think Ranod would have brought the magic tent as big as Shilong Castle."

"But didn't the Ministry of Magic ask wizards to disguise themselves as Muggles as possible? Such a tent is obviously not something Muggles can own. The camp guard Mr. Roberts is not a wizard. Will it not cause trouble like this?" said Hermione.

"Don't worry, the situation can't be worse anyway--you see, there are a few live peacocks tied to the tent of the Malfoy family, and Lucius is always so particular. The tent with the garden should be Mrs. Eleanor - she has been married seven times, and each husband died strangely, leaving her a large inheritance. Ludo Bagman walked around, shouting about wandering balls and ghost flying balls. Oh, look, two more wizards want to pay the Muggle guard Jin Garon." Silver blinked and continued. "The employees of the Ministry of Magic's Emergency Affairs Division have to cast a dozen forgetting spells on Mr. Roberts every day, so Hermione, you don't have to worry."

"With so many forgetting curses, will there be any side effects?" Hermione said with a frown.

"People will be confused for a while, but there is nothing serious. After all, the Forgetful Spell can be controlled. The Ministry of Magic only needs to make Roberts forget things for an hour or dozens of minutes, and it will not be like Lockhart."

"So you're here, Silver." A man walked towards Silver and Hermione with great strides.

"Are you?" Silver frowned in confusion. The man was tall and elegantly black hair, with a pair of unruly dark gray eyes.

Silver suddenly realized: "It's you, Sirius! Oh, you look good to recover, I almost recognized you."

Sirius laughed: "That's right, when you saw me last year, I looked like a skeleton. Thanks to Dumbledore's advice - I had a pleasant short vacation on a tropical island, ah, those delicious tropical food and enthusiastic bikini Muggle girls, if I hadn't been to Harry to watch the Quidditch World Cup, I'm afraid I'd still be basking in the beach now."

Silver smiled and said, "That's a big congratulations."

Sirius waved his hand and said, "Hey, if Principal Dumbledore had not come forward to protect me, I might have been caught by Fudge back to Azkaban for the crime. The group of officials of the Ministry of Magic, who were full of fat, wanted to throw all the dirty water on my head to cover up their mistakes and Peter's escape. In order to protect me, Dumbledore mobilized his friends, students and some old friends, and put a lot of pressure on the Ministry of Magic. Besides, although I was home by my mother

The name was removed, but I was still the only heir to the Black family. So even if Lucius and the others were dissatisfied with me, they would not be willing to commit the crime of persecuting other pure-blooded wizards. In this way, we dispelled Fudge's bad idea. Of course, the Ministry of Magic, which is desperate for face, is definitely unwilling to announce the truth to the public - if so, then I think the Minister of Magic needs to change his term in advance. After bargaining, we finally reached an agreement."

Hermione laughed: "The Daily Prophet said confidently that this is actually a big game of chess. Sirius is actually an undercover agent of the Ministry of Magic. In order to find out the truth and paralyze the rest of the Death Eaters, he was imprisoned in Azkaban with the whereabouts of the traitor Peter, and with the cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, he voluntarily escaped from prison and led to Peter, and arrested him. However, because Peter was the most trusted subordinate of the Dark King, he used methods that ordinary wizards could not imagine and escaped..."

Sirius said disdainfully: "I admire the guys from the Ministry of Magic and the Prophet Daily. They must have watched many TV series by Muggles. This third-rate plot is very good at making up."

Silver grabbed Hermione's hand: "I guess the editor-in-chief of the Prophet Daily must have studied on a TV station in an Eastern country. Living in the story of the Prophet Daily is happier than knowing the truth. Dirty and darkness are always hidden behind the bright surface."

Sirius continued, "I'm here to thank you very much, Silver. Without you, I'm afraid that even if I haven't been caught by the Ministry of Magic, I'll have to commit suicide on the charges of traitors and murderers. The final payment and interest of the Double-sided Mirror have been paid to your account in Gringott. In addition, Harry had some misunderstandings about you before, and I hope you don't mind. Lupin and I have already enlightened him. Oh, damn, I forgot that I have to go to Lupin, so goodbye, Silver."

"Wait, how is Professor Lupin doing now?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, don't worry, although Lupin lost his job at Hogwarts, I set up a store in Hogsmeade. Lupin was in the store manager. He is now much better. Goodbye, two."

Hermione looked at Sirius's figure strode away and couldn't help but hold Silver's hand tightly. "Jack, is this ending quite a success?"
Chapter completed!