Hogwarts: Restore The Glory Of The Black Family

Dumbledore's slightly cloudy eyes under his glasses looked at the person in front of him, Cottrell?

After searching through the memories in his mind, Dumbledore remembered Black, but the low self-esteem and helpless young man in his memory seemed to be inconsistent with the high-spirited man in front of him.

Cole was also sizing up this legendary wizard in the British wizarding world, not caring that Dumbledore might use Legilimency on him.

Cole adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. The secret channel system rewards good people. No one in the world can read his memory.

"Minister Fudge, I, Black, should be the one to take charge of the Black family's affairs, so I won't bother the Ministry of Magic."

Turning to look at Fudge, who was still angry, Cole smiled.

"Sir, you said you are from the Black family, why haven't I heard you?"

Fudge looked at Cole suspiciously, feeling unwilling to do so.

Cole looked at the people around him and recognized a few people in his memory. These people were all people who had been to the Black family banquet.

As the eldest brother of the pure-blood family, the Black family used to hold banquets where all the pure-blood nobles in the British wizarding world would attend.

Even the top officials of the Ministry of Magic rushed to attend the banquet of the Black family. Some wizards of mixed blood origin were not eligible to attend, even as officials of the Ministry of Magic.

It can be said that pure blood must be noble, but noble is not necessarily pure blood. The chain of contempt is layer after layer.

Cole glanced at the surprised Lucius and Narcissa in the corner. Neither of them moved, and Cole gave up hope.

"Dear principal, you don't know me anymore, right?"

Dumbledore said calmly: "Cole, I didn't expect you to be alive. It's Merlin's blessing."

He had a familiar London accent and asked Merlin to bless him. Cole didn't believe that Merlin would bless an unrelated person like him.

As soon as Dumbledore's words came out, the nobles present finally remembered who Cottrell Black was.

It's not a secret, but it's been too long, and they have long forgotten about the third son of the Black family.

Sirius Black, although he entered Gryffindor and was considered a special case of the pure-blood family, he was also a genius. His magical talent was ranked among the best in the Black family for generations.

Regulus Black was also very famous when he was in Slytherin and was the glory of the Black family.

As for this Cottrell Black, it's really hard to describe. Not only was he late in the magic riot and almost became famous in the Black family, but he also had a cowardly character and no aristocratic demeanor at all.

Even at the Black family banquet, he only showed up and went out. He was not liked by the Black couple at all.

What surprised these nobles was nothing but the fact that Cottrell Black ran away from home many years ago.

The Blacks had long thought that their son had died outside, but they didn't expect that he would come back today, completely different from the cowardly look he once had.

"Mr. Black, what else can prove your bloodline? You must know that in the magic world, there are magical items such as transformation potions."

Fudge looked at it fiercely, still refusing to let go of the Black family's huge property.

"Minister Fudge, Principal Dumbledore is here, do you think anyone would be so bold? Besides, there is time for the transfiguration potion. How about I stay at the Ministry of Magic for a few more days?"

Cole was not angry. Facing Fudge, a stupid pig, was not enough for him to worry about. The next encroachment by the pure-blood nobles was what he had to face.

The most important thing now is to keep the Black family's belongings first. These are all his properties. This is the first step in the system's mission.

"Fudge, he is indeed a member of the Black family."

Dumbledore's words acknowledged him. Don't underestimate the white wizard's words. You must know that the mysterious man has just fallen. The principal's status in the magical world cannot be underestimated.

"Cottrell Black, what do you think of Sirius' crime?"

Although Fudge had no way to refute Dumbledore's words, he still hoped to take a piece of meat from the Black family.

Many pure-blood nobles compromised with the Ministry of Magic in order to protect themselves, but they handed over a lot of gold Galleons.

"Minister Fudge, I have no objection to the Ministry of Magic's punishment of my brother. I, Cottrell Black, declare this as the only pure bloodline of the Black family."

"Remove Sirius Black from the family tree and firmly uphold the Ministry of Magic's verdict."

Cole said decisively that he would not send money to the Ministry of Magic to absolve Sirius of his guilt.

Although he can indeed do it, with the current connections of the Black family, he can definitely help Sirius escape the crime.

One is that there is no direct evidence that Sirius told Voldemort where the Potters lived.

Secondly, Sirius is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix and has made many contributions in the fight against Voldemort.

Thirdly, it can also be said that Sirius was cast by the Imperius Curse by Voldemort and could not help himself.

Anyway, to put it simply, pure-blood nobles have always had a solution when it comes to privileges.

Sirius was imprisoned because he felt guilty for the death of the Potters. He voluntarily wanted to atone for his sins, so he allowed himself to be tortured.

Cole's words shocked everyone, and they did not expect Cole to give up Sirius so decisively.

"It seems that Mr. Black is really cruel. Today's trial ends here."

Fudge left angrily, leaving only one sentence.

The wizards also stood up and left. They looked at Cole before leaving. Today's occasion really did not allow them to continue talking. They could only make plans in the future. Their butts were not wiped clean yet.

Cole felt relieved. Today's goal was achieved. As long as he returned to Black's old house, he would be rewarded and he would no longer have to be as cautious as he was today.

Dumbledore walked up and said with a smile: "Cole, long time no see, you seem to have changed a lot."

"Principal, people always grow up, don't they?"

Dumbledore's cloudy eyes were slightly sharp, as if he wanted to see Cole's soul in front of him.

"Principal, you don't think of me as a Death Eater, do you? You know, this is my first time back."

Cole responded with a smile. Of course he knew what was wrong with Old Bee. He did a lot of bad things when he was in school.

"Cole, you shouldn't hate Sirius. After all, he is your blood relative."

"Principal, I didn't see you standing up and speaking out when I was bullied. My brother's matter can be revealed with just one word from you. What are you thinking about?"

Cole looked directly at Dumbledore, unfazed.

"It's my fault. Maybe if I could have cared more about the students, you wouldn't have gone down the wrong path."

Cole knew that this sentence was not talking about him, but about Mr. Tom, the existence of overthrowing the evil forces in the Ministry of Magic.