Harry Potter: Transmigrated Detective Link

A few days later, the news that Sirius Black was released without guilt went up on the Daily Prophet.

Perhaps because of Fudge's overwhelming power, that issue of the Daily Prophet practically became a special column, revising and retelling countless details of the Sirius case to all the wizards of all Britain.

This caused Fudge's own reputation to rise greatly.

After all, this kind of gossip in a wizarding world so lacking in entertainment methods was truly delicious.

And this event itself also let the people see that under Fudge's leadership the Ministry of Magic had some hope of becoming better.

All in all, Fudge's next re-election should be stable, if nothing unexpected happened.

But apart from him, Link's reputation also increased greatly.

Because the Daily Prophet immediately followed up with a special column written just for Link.

It praised Link's role in the Sirius case, and also announced the news that Link had officially become the youngest in history to obtain the Second-Class Order of Merlin.

It could be foreseen that when school opened again, Link would face another large crowd of fanboys and fangirls.

Upon hearing this news, Mrs. Flamel behaved even more overjoyed.

She smiled with eyes narrowed, holding up that newspaper and looking at it for an entire morning.

Later she even specially cut out all the content about Link from that issue of the Daily Prophet, one copy was framed and placed by her bedside, another copy was framed inside the Honor Chamber of Flamel Castle.

Yes, you did not hear (read) wrong, the Flamel family also has an Honor Chamber.

Inside there were filled all sorts of honors obtained by the Flamel ancestors, though most were bizarre ones like "International Gobstones Tournament Runner-Up" and such strange honors.

These strange honors naturally could not compare to Link's Second-Class Order of Merlin.

At least, that was what Mrs. Flamel, the current sole head of the Flamel family, believed.

So she made her own decision, directly placing Link's newspaper and photo in the most eye-catching position.

Toward this decision, not only did Link and Emily not care, even that magical portrait said to be of the first head of the Flamel family also felt it was proper.

When Mrs. Flamel directed Little Button to arrange it, he even cheered "aba aba" from inside the frame, celebrating that the Flamel Honor Chamber finally had some serious honor, it was truly great.

Actually, aside from those bizarre trophies, the Honor Chamber did have some proper things.

For example, that large family tree painted onto the wall.

Its overall shape was like an inverted tree, with dense branches spreading out. On every branch joint there was a string of names, and at the very bottom was Link.

Only, all the content related to Link's father had been artificially burned away.

Link stroked those charred traces, pretending to act as if nothing had happened, and asked, "What kind of person was my father?"

"He was an irresponsible bastard!" Mrs. Flamel spoke without even thinking, making that conclusion.

Hearing this, Link's expression became somewhat complicated.

People had many different evaluations of this cheap father of his.

Sirius Black thought he was a heartless and insane evil dark wizard.

Dumbledore said he was a great and kind man.

And now Mrs. Flamel said he was irresponsible.

This made Link even more curious about this Flamel predecessor.

But unfortunately, everything in this house concerning that man had already been destroyed, just like the family tree in front of Link.

And at the same time, Mrs. Flamel realized she had said the wrong thing.

She grasped Emily's hand, thought a little, then shifted the topic,

"About the Quidditch World Cup, I've already asked the relevant staff. This year's Quidditch World Cup final will have about one hundred thousand people coming from all over the world to watch."

"The Ministry of Magic built the match grounds in some unknown desolate wilderness. They also set up several transfer points where Portkeys or Apparition can directly reach outside the stadium."

"Besides this, in order to stagger the flow of people and avoid being discovered by those Muggles, they also strictly limited the arrival times of all spectators."

"Among them, those poor souls who only bought cheap tickets need to arrive two months in advance, then live in the wilderness outside the stadium all the way until the opening of the match."

Saying this, Mrs. Flamel sighed, as if pitying the situation of those ordinary ticket spectators.

"Fortunately, the ticket Mr. Scamander gave you is the top class. We are not bound by these time limits. We can go whenever we want."

"But considering the fun of this trip, I've still decided we should arrive one day earlier. Then we can put up a tent and enjoy the experience of camping. What do you think?"

As soon as Mrs. Flamel said this, Emily's face suddenly turned red.

A desolate wilderness, a lone man and a young woman, camping…

Although she knew clearly that with Mrs. Flamel there, nothing would happen, it still made her instinctively shy. She lowered her head, not daring to look at Link or Mrs. Flamel.

As for Link, naturally he would not refuse such a thing, and he nodded in agreement.

At this moment his mood was not especially good. Part of it was because Mrs. Flamel was unwilling to tell him things about the Flamel predecessor, but more was because of a letter from Old Kreacher that had arrived this morning.

The letter clearly stated that he had already hired a group of Knockturn Alley desperados, and had them ambush around Azkaban, to kill Peter Pettigrew.

But after so many days had passed, the Ministry of Magic showed no intention of transferring Peter Pettigrew into Azkaban at all.

It was said to be because Fudge still needed to extract more information from Pettigrew about the inner members of the Death Eaters, in hopes of once again replicating the previous overturning of Sirius Black's case, and gaining a large wave of prestige by manipulation.

Link didn't know who had given Fudge this bad idea.

But Link could smell a whiff of conspiracy in it.

By this time Mrs. Flamel and Emily had already left the Honor Chamber together, running back into the room to chatter and discuss all the detailed arrangements about camping.

Link, however, sighed and said toward the magical portrait of the first Flamel family head, "I really hope the goddess of fortune can favor me once, and not let things go as badly as I suspect."

After speaking, Link turned to leave as well.

Because after such long years, that magical portrait had completely turned into an idiot, every day only babbling "aba aba" meaningless words.

Just now he had only spoken casually, with no expectation the portrait would answer.

Yet he had just turned his head when the old man's eyes on the portrait suddenly grew a bit clearer, and at Link's back he said, "Do not place hope on such empty illusory things. How the future will be depends only on what you do now."

"My child, do not bother with those messy things. Let go and do it boldly. The glory of the Flamel family will focus on you!"

Hearing this, Link sharply turned back, staring in shock at the portrait.

But unfortunately now the old man's pupils had already gone dull again, returning to their previous foolish look.

"Ancestor manifesting? And the glory of the Flamel family falling onto me, this kind of thing really is…"

Link said, somewhat at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

He no longer knew how to evaluate the Flamel ancestors.

After all, he was a fake Flamel.

But there was one thing he felt that old man had said correctly.

Right now he truly should not think wildly and disturb his own mind. Magic and power were the true law constructing this world.

No matter what conspiracy there was in the Peter Pettigrew affair, at present Voldemort's side was still overall in a weak position.

Then wouldn't it be fine if he just went and attacked directly himself?

Thinking this way, Link smiled faintly, bowed toward the magical portrait, and said, "Thank you for your teaching. I understand."

The old man inside the portrait, seeing this, once again smiled and went on babbling "aba aba."

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