"I'll go get two bottles of butterbeer first, and then we can talk about what's going on," Hermione said. She glanced at the two boys sitting across from her, who were "looking down with their heads lowered," patted Lin Yue on the shoulder, and stood up to step out from under the branches of the Christmas tree.

"Merlin... she shouldn't be angry, right?" Ron said cautiously, waiting until Hermione had walked far away before he dared to turn to Harry and speak softly.

"I don't know," Harry replied, also lowering his voice and shaking his head honestly. He had no idea whether Hermione was angry or not! But... judging by Hermione's expression, even if she was really angry, it didn't seem like she was very angry. Otherwise, she would have already given him and Ron a good whack.

"Hermione isn't really angry," Lin Yue's calm voice suddenly joined their conversation. Her eyes were fixed on Harry, half deadpan, half serene. "Based on micro-expression analysis, she's just worried that you might get hurt by Black when you go out, but more than that, she's happy that you can go out and enjoy your Christmas holiday."

"Ah," Harry said, scratching his head a bit guiltily. "I'll be careful, I'm sorry."

"Why are you suddenly apologizing?"

Hermione stepped back into the bar deck and handed one of the two bottles of Butterbeer in her hand to Lin Yue.

"Thank you," Lin Yue said as she took the Butterbeer and took a big sip.

Harry pressed his lips together and looked up at Hermione, "I'm sorry for sneaking out on my own and making you all worry."

Hermione paused for a moment, then quickly reacted. She glanced at Lin Yue, who was silently drinking her Butterbeer beside her.

"Did Lin Yue tell you?"

If it wasn't Lin Yue who told him, Hermione couldn't believe that Harry and Ron could guess her worries so accurately, and understand that she wasn't really angry.

"Yes," Harry nodded.

"Actually, it's no big deal, Harry," Hermione shrugged, "We've all broken school rules, and we're all kids at this age."

At this point, Hermione reached out and gently twirled a strand of Lin Yue's hair, raising her eyebrows as she looked at the two boys across from her.

"If we don't act recklessly at this age, when will we?"

The conflicted guilt on Harry's face quickly faded, replaced by a strong sense of disbelief.

Ron also suddenly looked up at Hermione, thinking... has Hermione been "led astray" by them?

Seeing the surprised expressions on the two boys' faces, Hermione couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Come on, I'm also a Gryffindor."

Before Harry and Ron could say anything more, Lin Yue instinctively looked towards the entrance of the Three Broomsticks as she felt a cold wind blowing in.

There, the Minister of Magic Fudge, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Hagrid were walking in.

Without thinking too much, Lin Yue quickly averted her gaze. As her eyes moved slightly, Harry felt a tremendous force pressing down on him, pushing him under the table.

The force was so strong that it almost made him spill the Butterbeer in his hand.

"What’s going on?"

Ron was taken aback for a moment and instinctively turned to look in the direction of Lin Yue's gaze, immediately gasping in shock. Hermione reacted similarly; she even reached out a hand to press down on Harry's head under the table to prevent him from climbing out.

"What’s going on?"

Trusting Lin Yue, Harry stayed very still under the table with his butterbeer, showing no intention of climbing out at all. Realizing this, Hermione awkwardly withdrew her hand.

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Hagrid, and Fudge have come together," Ron said quietly, turning back to face them with his head down.

"What?!"

Harry felt his whole body stiffen for a moment. How could the professors think to come drink with Fudge, and at Hogsmeade no less? Couldn't they just go to the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley? With them here, he couldn't even get out from under the table.

Harry's question was soon answered when the owner of the Three Broomsticks personally walked over to the booth where Professor McGonagall and the others were sitting to take their order. After taking the order, she enthusiastically asked, "What brings the Minister here?"

Fudge gave a mechanical fake smile, "Isn't it because Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall had some reactions regarding the Dementors at the Ministry a while back? So I came to check if they are doing their job properly."

"And to confirm that they aren't doing anything else they shouldn't be," he added, directing the last sentence at Professor McGonagall, while smiling and nodding.

Professor McGonagall let out a cold snort in her heart, but still nodded in response, showing a polite demeanor on the surface. After all, one must "pretend" to be polite.

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"Oh, this matter..." The owner of the Three Broomsticks furrowed her brows after hearing his words.

"If you ask me, these Dementors should indeed leave. Minister, you don't understand; they have seriously affected our business. No one dares to go out at night."

"Haha, well," Fudge chuckled awkwardly, shrugging his hands to indicate his helplessness, "it's for safety, after all."

"And we must protect Mr. Potter."

"Mr. Potter? Harry Potter?" The owner of the Three Broomsticks asked in confusion.

"What does that child have to do with this?"

"Sigh..." Fudge let out a long sigh, "The Ministry of Magic has never publicly explained this matter because it is simply too disgraceful."

Then, accompanied by Fudge's slightly somber voice, everyone at the table, the owner of the Three Broomsticks, and Lin Yue, who was not far away, heard the "truth" from thirteen years ago.

Sirius Black was originally the best friend of the Potters, or rather, James Potter's best friend.

When the Potters were being hunted by Voldemort, Professor Dumbledore developed a spell that concealed secrets within a person's soul.

As long as the secret-keeper did not leak the information, the secret they were responsible for would never be known by anyone else.

In the case of the Potters, as long as the secret-keeper did not voluntarily provide information to Voldemort, no one would know where they lived.

Even if Voldemort pressed his ear against their bedroom door, he would not hear a single sound, nor would he make any discoveries.

And this secret-keeper, at first, Dumbledore wanted to take on himself, but the Potters chose Sirius Black.

It was this choice that cost them their lives and caused Harry to lose his parents.

"What does this mean?" the owner asked, her voice trembling.

"The meaning is quite clear, isn't it?" Fudge nodded with a bitter smile, "Black betrayed them, and then they were killed."

"Damn it!"

Hagrid suddenly roared, his cheeks, already flushed from drinking, turned even redder as he slammed his hand on the table.

"I can't believe I ran into him when I went to pick up Harry. I should have torn him to pieces right then!"

"Don't be impulsive, Hagrid," Fudge frowned. "Black is very dangerous; even the most experienced Aurors in the Ministry have a hard time dealing with him."

"Later, one of their friends went to find Black, wanting to avenge the Potters for his friend, and then he was killed."

"Peter Pettigrew..." Professor Flitwick said softly, "I'll never forget that name."

"Yes," Professor McGonagall closed her eyes briefly, her eyes becoming a bit moist, "Black and James were always inseparable, and he was always trailing behind James and the others, a not very bright kid."

"Merlin, I shouldn't have criticized him in class."

"You're not a seer, Minerva," Fudge said solemnly.

"Poor child... and those thirteen Muggles who were affected, Merlin beard, fourteen lives."

Professor McGonagall hoarsely exclaimed, and then Lin Yue and the others heard news such as Sirius Black receiving the Merlin Medal and that the largest remains were just a finger.

Faced with this information, Lin Yue quickly began to organize and piece things together.

The friends of the Potters that can now be confirmed are Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. Based on previous deductions, it is very likely that Sirius and Lupin are friends, leading to the conclusion that there is an eighty percent chance that the Potters' friends are Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Professor Lupin.

Recalling the impact marks on the outside of the Shrieking Shack, a conclusion suddenly emerged in Lin Yue's mind. The unidentified horned Animagus must be either Harry's father, James Potter, or Peter Pettigrew.

As for who it specifically is, the information is incomplete, and Lin Yue could not continue the analysis. However, the "truth" that Fudge and the professors just mentioned contradicts some of Lin Yue's previous deductions. Moreover, this contradiction is likely to lead to two completely divergent outcomes.

"Don't be impulsive."

Two small reminders disrupted Lin Yue's thoughts, pausing the operation in his mind. He looked down to see that Harry's shoulders were being held down by Ron and Hermione on either side. Harry himself was already red in the face, gripping his butterbeer so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Don't be impulsive," Lin Yue also whispered a reminder, adding a statement that would completely calm Harry down, "There are errors in the deductions regarding this matter, and there are inconsistencies that cannot be reconciled."

"We cannot determine how Sirius Black is involved at this moment."

Harry pressed his lips together, gradually calming down, and quietly sat under the table until the professors, Hagrid, and Fudge left on their three broomsticks before he crawled out again.

"Lin Yue, you just said there were errors in the reasoning about this matter... what do you mean?"

Lin Yue looked at Harry with a blank expression, her tone as flat as water, "Do you remember I analyzed before that perhaps Sirius Black didn't want to harm you?"

"Because he didn't act when you left your aunt and uncle's house, and he didn't act when you were in Diagon Alley."

"I remember," Harry frowned and pondered, "Is it possible that it was because there were too many Muggles around, and killing me could lead to bad consequences?"

"And in Diagon Alley, there are wizards coming and going, if he killed me, he would definitely get caught, so he didn't act both times."

"That's not the case." Lin Yue firmly denied Harry's reasoning.

"Why?"

Harry looked at Lin Yue in surprise; how did she know this was impossible?

"According to what Fudge and the professors just said, Sirius Black once recklessly blew up half a Muggle street and turned Peter Pettigrew into dust, then stood there laughing as the Ministry of Magic came to arrest him."

"From this, we can see that he is not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of being caught; he is a person without any reservations."

Lin Yue's brain was working quickly, and her words were coming out faster and faster. "Therefore, based on his character, he wouldn't care about the dense population of the Muggle community, nor would he care about the gathering of wizards in Diagon Alley."

"If he really wanted to harm you, or even kill you, he would act without hesitation."

"But, but..." Harry stammered, shaken by Lin Yue's reasoning, "this has nothing to do with him betraying my parents."

"No," Lin Yue squinted slightly, "based on the fact that he doesn't want to harm you, as well as what Professor McGonagall just said about the relationship between Black, your father, and Peter Pettigrew, the probability of Pettigrew betraying your parents is greater than that of Sirius Black."

Because in such a relationship dynamic, Peter Pettigrew, who was following behind the two, would be more likely to develop negative emotions like jealousy and hatred.

Following this reasoning, his likelihood of betraying the Potters is actually higher.

"Hiss... which one is the truth?"

Ron clicked his tongue, feeling dizzy from the conflicting results of Lin Yue's analysis and the Ministry of Magic's investigation. He wasn't the only one; Harry also felt a bit confused. The only one who could still maintain her calm and think clearly was Hermione.

"The Ministry of Magic's investigation results are based on the evidence they have, but it's clear that their findings contradict the current situation to some extent."

"After all, Harry, what you heard before was that the Ministry believed Black wanted to kill you, right?"

"Yes," Harry nodded, recalling Mr. Weasley saying that.

"But he actually doesn't want to harm you; that's the most likely truth. Otherwise, it wouldn't explain how you managed to survive until now."

As Hermione spoke, she gestured to Harry, who was still alive and well. Harry lowered his gaze and nodded in understanding.

"Additionally, the Ministry's investigation results greatly differ from Lin Yue's personality analysis, and this discrepancy..."

Hermione pressed her lips together, not finishing her sentence.

"And this discrepancy, if true, is enough to switch the positions of Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew."

Lin Yue calmly took over her words to complete the final conclusion, "Therefore, my suggestion is to remain vigilant and expand the list of suspects from just Sirius Black to include both him and Peter Pettigrew."

"And we should immediately start investigating the case from thirteen years ago. I need more information to conduct a more detailed analysis."

After a brief silence, Harry looked up at Lin Yue with determination. "I understand. I trust you. From now on, I'll be more careful."

"I'll also do my best to gather information about the case."

"I'll ask my dad to see if he can help you get some materials."

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, and the four of them in the booth simultaneously confirmed the same direction.