Scrimgeour looked at Harry, then at Sirius, and then at the surrounding professors and students. He thrust a hand inside his robes, his gaze fixed dead on Black as he weighed his words: "Potter, I mean perhaps, there might be some hidden circumstances behind what happened back then."
"Though it's also quite possible that Black is simply a master of psychological manipulation..."
"He doesn't have the brains for it," Harry interrupted him. "Now, we're going to Dumbledore's office, and we'd better call Minister Fudge along too."
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