Seeing Harry in this state, Mr. Scrimgeour patted his shoulder and said, "No need to be so formal, Mr. Potter, you are the Savior—let me introduce myself, I am Rufus Scrimgeour, Director of the Auror Office."
"Hello, Mr. Scrimgeour." Harry nodded and said.
"Alright, since there's nothing else, I'll take him away." Scrimgeour turned to his colleagues and said, "We will temporarily take Peter Pettigrew back to the Ministry of Magic to report, and this afternoon the Wizengamot will urgently convene a court to convict him."
With that, Scrimgeour ordered someone to put a specially made shackle on Peter Pettigrew, and took him out of the Headmaster's office.
When Professor McGonagall also left the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore cheerfully poured Harry a glass of honey water.
"I really didn't expect it, Harry." Dumbledore said, "As a Gryffindor, you actually have such a smooth side—being able to make someone like Fudge take your advice, that might not be a way that ordinary people can think through."
"This is all thanks to Mr. Malfoy's teachings back then." Harry said somewhat emotionally, "Oh, you probably don't know, a hundred years ago, I would go to Malfoy Manor during the holidays, and Mr. Septimus and Ignatius would take me to various events. He told me to listen more, watch more, learn more, and that's when I learned these things."
"The fact proves that having strong magic power alone is not enough."
Professor Dumbledore tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and a house-elf immediately served him a thick lemon honey water—a half glass of lemon water with half syrup that looked to be of a level that could easily overwhelm one's senses.
"A strong personal strength, and a clever and wise mind, these two are indispensable, Harry."
"This is also often taught by Mr. Septimus." Harry took the lemon water and thanked Dumbledore.
Of course Dumbledore noticed that when mentioning Mr. Old Malfoy, Harry's expression was mostly grateful.
It should be said, the Malfoy family a hundred years ago, was not just a benefactor for Harry to stand firm, but also to nurture him.
Yes, nurture, Dumbledore certainly could see it, the Malfoy family was cultivating Harry as if he were a successor—very likely, even the Old Mr. Malfoy of those years tacitly acknowledged that Harry would be his son-in-law.
Thinking of this, Dumbledore was also a bit puzzled.
What kind of character did that Miss Malfoy have, to allow Harry to be so easily taken away by Miss Grindelwald with a hoe.
Could it be just because of a hypocritical attitude?
"As the Chief Great Mage of the Wizengamot, this afternoon I have to be present to host the court." Professor Dumbledore reached out to stroke his beard, "We will interrogate Peter Pettigrew and also exonerate Sirius Black."
"I feel both happy and heartbroken." Professor Dumbledore said again, "Happy because my student has been absolved of the crime and can walk in the sunlight—the heartbreaking thing is that among my students, there is such a despicable and shameless person."
"What you should be most heartbroken about is Tom Riddle, Professor." Harry corrected mercilessly, "I think the most painful stain on your teaching career would have to be him."
Professor Dumbledore put down the cup with the lemon syrup—Harry's words made him feel that even the sweet syrup could not smooth the bitterness in his heart.
This kid…
Really knows how to hit where it hurts.
Seeing Dumbledore's distress, Harry thoughtfully changed the topic and said, "What about Black? I mean—Sirius, have you found him?"
"If we could find him, we would have arrested him and sent him back to Azkaban." Dumbledore picked up the cup again, "Perhaps the exoneration news will take some time to reach his ears, so what we need to do now is patiently wait for his appearance."
"Alright." Harry hesitantly nodded, "Actually, I also have some things I want to ask him, like about my dad..."
"Oh, actually many things are not as they seem, Harry." Dumbledore smiled at Harry, "I think James still has many shining points, and even with some faults, they do not overshadow his excellence—besides, Severus during his student days wasn't as innocent as you imagined. For example, the magic spell you saw in Lily's memory, the one where he hung Snape upside down, was invented by Snape—how do you think he learned it?"
"But Professor Sprout said it wasn't just Professor Snape, there were others too—" Harry said in a low voice, "Like when he once made a Hufflepuff student's head extremely large, the punishment record is still in Fitch's office."
"I don't want to excuse him in this regard, he really was... even more overboard than the current Weasley Twins."
Professor Dumbledore also didn't know how to clear James's name, so he could only say this.
"Additionally..." Harry suddenly said: "That secret agent among the Death Eaters, who exactly is he? Can you tell me?"
"The reason a secret agent remains secretive is that his identity needs to be absolutely confidential, Harry." Professor Dumbledore said seriously.
"Of course I know, I just want to express my gratitude to him." Harry said.
"Can you promise to keep it to yourself?" Dumbledore asked with a burning gaze, his half-moon glasses seeming to flicker with firelight.