Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 186 Sirius: This High-End Game (12000 words)
Hearing the shouting outside, Harry subconsciously glanced at Vivi.

"What are you looking at me for?" Vivi's head was tilted 90 degrees - with Bellatrix's face, this action was not out of place.

"I was just wondering why the Aurors arrived so quickly."

Harry said this, but he had already taken his wand out of his clothes.

"Is it possible to reconcile?" he asked.

Vivi put the wand to her face.

"If you think they'll show mercy to two escapees from Azkaban," she said.

The Aurors outside were still persuading the two of them to come out and surrender quickly, and they didn't even go to Azkaban to confirm whether the two had escaped.

"Listen, everyone inside. Stop resisting in vain!"

"I think we should Apparate away." Harry turned and said to Vivi.

"Do you think the goblins at Gringotts would forget to set up an anti-Apparition spell here?" Vivi said leisurely.

"What about Fiona?" Harry asked.

"Fiona's at home."

After answering, Vivi pointed her wand at the door.

The door seemed to have exploded, and it fell to the ground with a loud bang, emitting a thick cloud of smoke and dust.

At the same time, a red light flashed outside the door.

"Stupefy!"

Several spells were fired at the same time, heading towards the door.

Harry dodged the spells by moving to the side.

"You don't want to be discovered by the Ministry of Magic. You are pretending to be a Lestrange family, right?" Vivi looked at Harry with a smile, "Get ready to fight - I warn you, if you fall into their hands, you may end up in Azkaban."

"I don't think I'll go to that damn place." Harry replied, "Come on, let's fight our way out together. Remember... when we get outside Gringotts, we'll Apparate to Professor Scamander's tent together..."

"It's rare to see so many people outside, Harry." Vivi's eyes flashed with madness and excitement, "Why don't you listen to me and defeat them all before we leave here, how about that?"

"I don't think this is the right choice!" Harry retorted seriously, "Let's go - after all, they are Aurors, I mean..."

His good moral bottom line made him reject Weiwei's persuasive proposal.

He raised his wand and blew a gust of wind to blow away all the dust at the door.

Without the obstruction of dust, Harry and Vivi were able to come face to face with the Aurors who were stationed outside the door in three layers.

“Eh—hehehe…”

The Vivi version of Bella laughed crazily, raised her hand and waved at the Aurors: "Hello—"

In response to her, more than a dozen people fainted and fell to the ground.

Vivi was not afraid. She held up a piece of armor to protect herself from the spells and even had enough time to fight back.

"Stop them!" the ramen-haired Auror leading the group shouted.

While the Aurors were busy fending off Vivi's attack, Harry cast a disarming spell, knocking all the wands out of the Aurors' hands at the door.

What kind of disarming spell is this?

All the Aurors present were stunned.

It’s not like they haven’t captured Rodolphus Lestrange before - the problem is that the Rodolphus back then definitely didn’t have the strength of the Rodolphus in front of them.

With just one disarming spell, he disarmed more than a dozen Aurors. This is simply...

Even Voldemort himself might not have such a high level of attainment in the Disarming Spell, right?
Seeing these Aurors in a daze, Harry knew that his chance to slip away had come.

Aurors are not like other people; they are not evil dark wizards. Harry will try his best to avoid conflicts with them if possible.

"Now!" Harry turned around and shouted to Vivi.

"You can't escape!"

The Auror with the ramen hair shouted loudly, raising his wand and pointing it at Rodolphus, who had transformed into Harry.

Harry did not choose to dodge or use the Shield Charm, but aimed at the Auror closest to him.

"Accio!"

Before the Auror could react, Harry grabbed him.

Then he was hit by the spell of the ramen-haired Auror, and without a sound, his head tilted and he fainted.

"Rufus!" the others shouted. "You hit one of your own! Good God!"

Harry released the Auror's hand, raised his wand and threw a thunderbolt explosion at the crowd. Taking advantage of the chaos, he quickly rushed to the outside of Gringotts, and turned into a vortex and left the scene amid the unwilling eyes of the Aurors.

Seeing Harry leave, Vivi of course lost all interest in playing and followed him out of Gringotts.

The two "fugitives" could not be caught, but fortunately there were no casualties, and the Aurors secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When the Death Eaters were rampant in the British wizarding world, how could there be such an easy battle?
It is no exaggeration to say that I saved a life.

The Aurors rushed forward to check the injuries of the Auror, especially Rufus Scrimgeour, the Head of the Auror Office who caused the injury.

"Dawlish! Dawlish!"

Everyone worked together to lift him up and patted his face to try to wake him up.

After a while, Delish woke up.

"Why me again?" The first thing he said when he woke up was to complain.

"Be thankful, at least you're still alive." The people around you comforted you.

The chaos at Gringotts did not make the headlines of the Daily Prophet, and there was not even any related news.

The Ministry of Magic couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when it confirmed that Rodolphus Lestrange and Bellatrix Lestrange had not escaped from prison, but were staying well in prison.

"It's just some bored people playing some joke," Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge told Ministry officials.

For someone like Fudge, the most important thing is to keep the position of Minister of Magic under his butt. As for whether it was the real Lestrange couple who caused trouble in Gringotts - it did not matter to him much, because there was a Lestrange couple serving their sentences in Azkaban. No matter who questioned it, he could ask someone to go to the Azkaban cell to verify it on the spot.

It was not until the next day that Dumbledore and the others returned to the school.

Such a big thing happened. As the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot and President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Dumbledore could not remain indifferent. He would eventually go to the Ministry of Magic to inquire about it.

"I really didn't expect that," Dumbledore rubbed his chest and said to Vivi, "You two would actually choose to cause a scene in Gringotts and cause the Aurors to attack you... I hope that next time you do something like this, it would be best to communicate with us in advance. A centenarian like me can no longer withstand the impact of such an incident."

He was indeed startled. When the Aurors were blown away by the thunder explosion, Dumbledore thought that there really were some dark wizards coming to rob Gringotts - he never expected that this senior sister Grindelwald would have the bad taste to make the fake into reality.

"Weiwei is too into the show." Harry started to report his good sister without saying a word, "I wanted her to leave quickly, but she wanted to finish the whole incident..."

"It really surprises me. I thought the Daily Prophet would publish such an explosive headline, and the Ministry of Magic would be so annoyed that it would eventually shut down the newspaper."

Cassandra was a little disappointed that she didn't see the news on the headlines of the Daily Prophet.

"It's nothing strange. We wizards also believe in democracy." Weiwei said to Cassandra with a smile, "Banners were a method used a hundred years ago. Now we have decided not to make it public after going through the procedures."

"What about the Minister of Magic?" Cassandra frowned and looked at Dumbledore. "The current Minister of Magic will not allow such a thing to happen, right? I mean - something like the Azkaban fugitive attacking the Aurors?"

"Well," Dumbledore tapped the table and began to evaluate his old friend, "I know Cornelius very well. He cares more about his position as Minister of Magic than his principles. Once he sees something wrong, he will always run away."

Hearing Dumbledore's comments, Cassandra's brows furrowed more and more.

Can the British wizarding world be well off if someone like this is appointed Minister of Magic?
"He's raised the average age of the Ministry of Magic, but lowered its average IQ," Harry added.

Hearing Harry's comment, Vivi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

“Isn’t it a bit too much to evaluate our Minister of Magic like this?” Newt asked, looking up.

"But we had fun," Harry told him.

Newt thought about it and laughed too.

Having Cricket Fudge behind you is really a joy.

"Let's get down to business." Dumbledore said, sitting behind the desk in the headmaster's office, "What did you find in the Lestrange family vault? Did you see the portrait of Omnius Gaunt, or Marvolo Gaunt's ring?"

"No." Harry said truthfully, "but we did find some other things, including a sword that belonged to Godric Gryffindor and a gold cup that belonged to Helga Hufflepuff..."

As she spoke, Vivi took out her small bag and shook out Gryffindor's holy sword and Hufflepuff's golden cup on the ground.

"This shouldn't be Godric's sword." The Sorting Hat said loudly, "Since Godric's death, his sword has been in the old hat's belly. How could it be lost? Come here, boy with a scar on his head."

The phrase "the boy with a scar on his head" obviously refers to Harry.

Seeing that Harry didn't move, the Sorting Hat raised its body, lifted the brim and said, "Come here, boy with the scar on his head - take out the real sword of Gryffindor, you are a real Gryffindor!"

Harry stepped forward and pulled out his old hat.

"Oh, so you're talking about me."

"Who else do you think is 'the guy with the scar on his head'?" the Sorting Hat said angrily. "My God, you have absolutely no self-awareness, do you?"

Harry pulled Gryffindor's holy sword out of the old hat's arms, walked back to his seat, and placed the sword on Dumbledore's headmaster's desk.

He wouldn't get angry with a hat, so he would just say a few words when someone said something about it.

Besides, he is indeed the kid with a scar on his head...

"You see, I have always kept Godric's holy sword well." The old man said proudly, "Only the old man can feel which one belongs to Godric's holy sword..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry walked to the side of the fake holy sword, blocked the old hat's sight, mixed the two holy swords together, picked them up and asked: "Then let me test you - which one is the real holy sword of Gryffindor?"

"The guy on your right with a scar on his head." The Sorting Hat said lazily.

Harry really didn't expect that the old man could actually tell which one was the real sword of Gryffindor.

"It's worth mentioning," Harry put the real Gryffindor holy sword on the table and poked the Hufflepuff gold cup with the fake holy sword: "There is a strong dark magic curse on this gold cup -"

At this time, Dumbledore had finished examining the golden cup. He sighed and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, this thing should also be Voldemort's Horcrux."

Harry frowned and said politely, "Oh my god, he's really disgusting... He feels like a dog marking places everywhere..."

At the same time, Sirius, who was eating a giant spider alive at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, suddenly sneezed twice.

I feel like someone scolded me?
He shook his head, forgot about this inappropriate thought, and continued to eat the big spider with his head down.

"I agree with you." Cassandra wrinkled her nose and said, "But since he collected the fake Gryffindor Sword and the Hufflepuff Cup, does it mean that the remaining two relics of the Big Four are also in his hands? Have they been made into Horcruxes?"

Harry suddenly remembered the memory he had seen before, which belonged to Morfin Gaunt.

He said, "It's very possible. I remember when I was watching Morfin Gaunt's memory with Headmaster Dumbledore, he once said that Merope Gaunt, Voldemort's mother, took the Slytherin locket passed down in the family, and later sold it to Mr. Borgin's shop at a low price... and according to Voldemort's character, he is very likely to have recovered his mother's relics, or... he will also make it into a Horcrux."

"He's a really good son, isn't he?" Cassandra said sarcastically.

"What about you?" Weiwei suddenly whispered in Harry's ear, "Are you a good boy?"

Harry's ears were tickled by the fragrant heat, and the hair brushed against his face, making him blush.

"We're talking about serious matters, stop joking!" Harry said in a coquettish tone.

When he glanced at Cassandra, he found that she was also looking at him.

Noticing Harry's gaze, Cassandra made a retching motion.

The meaning is very simple, it clearly means - "I'm about to vomit."

"Then there is another question, that is, where are Slytherin's pendant and Ravenclaw's diadem?" Harry quickly changed the subject, "Since we already have a preliminary guess, our next step is to find these two things. If Voldemort made them into Horcruxes, we must destroy them..."

"That is a priceless relic, you reckless little troll." Cassandra said on the side: "We are not in a hurry to destroy the Horcrux now. On the contrary, we should preserve the relics of the founders. Do you understand?"

"She is right, Harry," said Dumbledore. "The founder's relics are of great significance to Hogwarts. If we have a choice, we will choose to preserve these relics as much as possible instead of destroying them violently."

"Then how should we get rid of the residual soul of Voldemort attached to it?" Newt suddenly asked: "Harry, what method did you use to destroy Voldemort's Horcrux last year?"

Harry turned his head away.

“Harry?” Newt said, a little louder, thinking Harry didn’t hear him.

"Using... Avada Kedavra." Harry cleared his throat and said, "And ancient magic..."

The people around looked at Harry, leaning back tactically, in awe.

Oh my god, is there such a way?
"I think we should find some other ways, what do you think?" Harry changed the subject and said, "I think there must be other ways besides these two."

"And Fiendfyre." Cassandra suddenly said, "I have read about Horcruxes in a book I collected at home. The book said that if you want to destroy a Horcrux, you can use the Fiendfyre spell."

As one of the most powerful black magics, Fiendfyre is a magical fire that keeps becoming more and more powerful. These fires can mimic the forms of some monsters and constantly hunt down almost all burnable objects regardless of friend or foe - even the indestructible Horcruxes cannot withstand the burning of Fiendfyre.

But then again, nothing in this world is indestructible. Even those that are said to be indestructible and unbreakable will have some tricky angles to break through them.

"Besides these?" Dumbledore looked at the golden cup: "I think there should be other ways to destroy the soul fragments on it without destroying the object itself."

"The only solution seems to be Avada Kedavra." Newt lowered his head and said, "Besides that, I can't think of any other good solution."

"What about you, Mr. Flamel?" Harry turned around and looked at Mr. Flamel, who was still touching the crystal ball in a daze. "As a legendary alchemist, you must have a lot of knowledge about Horcruxes - do you think there is a better way to destroy Horcruxes?"

"Leave it to me." Mr. Flamel put down the crystal ball. "By tomorrow at the latest, I will return to you a Hufflepuff gold cup that is intact and does not contain any unknown objects."

“Do you have any good ideas?” Newt came up to him and asked like a curious baby.

"Oh, that's my secret, Newt." Mr. Flamel hid the crystal ball somewhere.

Since Mr. Flamel has already given his guarantee, everyone chooses to believe him. After all, no one else has a better solution except him.

When Harry returned to the common room, he heard Ron and Hermione arguing.

"Good God, Hermione!" Ron roared. "Keep an eye on that brute of yours, he's so annoying! Scabbers is old enough, he doesn't deserve to be treated like that!"

When Harry walked over, he saw Ron holding his mouse like a baby and staring at Hermione with an angry look on his face.

"Parrots don't eat mice! Ron, how many times do you want me to tell you that they only eat nuts or seeds? How could they eat your mice?"

Hermione wasn't to be outdone and hugged Jack, her hair almost standing on end with anger.

"It doesn't eat mice! Look what it did!" said Ron angrily.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry walked over and asked Hermione and Ron with concern.

He picked up the biscuit on the table and was about to put it in his mouth when he saw the Weasley twins looking at him expectantly.

Harry immediately knew what was going on. He put down the biscuit and handed it to Ron without leaving any trace. "Eat a biscuit first, and calm down."

"Thank you, Harry." Ron was completely defenseless against the biscuits Harry handed over, and he ate them without hesitation.

A few seconds later, yellow feathers suddenly appeared on his body.

"Haw haw!"

Ron made a bird-like sound, and he stood up, turned his head angrily and pointed at the Weasley twins who were laughing and rolling on the ground, making a bird-like sound from his mouth.

Yes, it is the real singing of birds and fragrance of flowers, not an adjective.

Hermione couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Canary biscuits." The twins came over at the right time and said, "As you can see, they can turn the eater into a canary, just like our baby Ronnie - look, isn't it nice?"

"I'm sorry, Ron." Harry patted Ron's shoulder, bringing up a puff of feathers. "I didn't know there was anything wrong with the biscuits... So what happened between you and Hermione? Why did you quarrel?"

Ron was filled with the sound of birdsong and flowers again, but Fred and George came over and started telling Harry what had happened, one on each side.

"You know that Scabbers has a running wheel, right?" said Fred. "He used to run around on it when he had nothing else to do, but he hasn't been in a good mood lately, so he hasn't been running -"

"——Yes, so Jack felt a little uncomfortable. Today, while baby Ronnie was resting——"

The two clones said in unison—

"—it picked up Scabbers, put him in the running wheel, and then held the crank handle for about an hour..."

Harry imagined the scene and couldn't help laughing.

Then he felt something was wrong, patted Ron's shoulder and sighed.

"I didn't mean to laugh," Harry said here, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Unless I really couldn't help it, hahahahahaha..."

Harry had a pleasant evening and was in a good mood. He even thought the dinner in the cafeteria tasted particularly delicious.

Harry, Ron and Hermione followed the rest of the Gryffindors along the usual route to Gryffindor Tower, but when they arrived in front of the Sphinx, they found that the corridor was crowded with people.

"Why isn't anyone going in?" Ron asked curiously, "Don't you want to go in?"

Harry looked forward over the crowd and found that the Sphinx had disappeared at some point, and the passage he was guarding behind him had been closed.

"Please let me pass." Percy's voice rang out, and he walked out of the crowd proudly. "Why are you blocking here? You all can't answer the Sphinx's question, can you? My God, can't you ask the smart people with good grades in the school - sorry, I'm the president of the boy's union -" "Oh, big-headed boy." The Weasley twins said in unison.

The crowd quieted down as Percy finished speaking.

But after the twins made trouble, everyone started laughing again.

Percy's voice suddenly became shrill: "Go to the headmaster's office and invite Professor Dumbledore! Quick!"

"What happened?" Seamus and Neville came over curiously. They had just finished their dinner - today's dinner was so delicious that Neville couldn't help but eat two more pieces of bread.

"The Sphinx is gone," they all answered him, "we can't get into the common room—"

"That's fine, let's wander together." Seamus said with a smile, "Anyway, I don't want to answer any questions it asks. Can I refuse to answer?"

"Obviously, even if you want to answer now, it's unlikely."

Just at this moment, Peeves' voice rang out.

"Poor Gryffindor classmates—" he floated in the air, his tone was indescribably gloating, "the great Peeves saw a group of homeless little wizards!"

"Shut up, Peeves!" everyone said.

"Lululu..." Peeves took the chalk and started throwing it at the crowd.

However, before Harry could deal with him, he saw a translucent green figure passing through the sky.

It's Sebastian's ghost.

What a good Sebastian! He roared and pounced on Peeves, pressing him against the wall.

"Saru! Saru!" Peeves was a little panicked. He was really afraid of this evil Slytherin ghost who had a grudge against him: "Let's talk it out. You won't remember that I reported you to the restricted area a hundred years ago, right?"

What Peeves was talking about was the time when Sebastian taught Harry the Disillusionment Charm.

At that time, Sebastian wanted to go to the restricted area to find a way to lift the black magic curse in order to save the suffering Anne - but because he was reported by Peeves, Sebastian became the most unwelcome person in the library, and the school even cast some magic to prevent him from entering.

So from that time on, Sebastian hated Peeves and even invented a spell to deal with Peeves.

"Come on! Mr. Saru!" The classmates cheered for Sebastian together - no one cheered for Peeves or said a word for him because he was the most disliked person among the classmates.

"I'm being beaten, you little bastards!" Peeves shouted while struggling.

"Ceeeeeeeeeb!" the Weasley twins drawled.

"What are you doing?"

Professor Dumbledore's voice rang out.

"I'm sorry, Professor," said Harry. "We were just watching Peeves get beaten up."

"Hey, Head Professor!" Peeves shouted, "Can you help me get rid of this annoying Slytherin ghost?"

"Mr. Saru." Dumbledore called out.

Only then did Sebastian let go of Peeves and walked away arrogantly.

Before leaving, he told the students that if Peeves caused trouble again, they should go to the basement to find him.

Peewee looked like a bereaved family, but the classmates were all in high spirits.

"Okay, let me pass," said Dumbledore.

The students of Gryffindor House then crowded together to make way.

"Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch immediately and tell him to look for the Sphinx in the castle." Professor Dumbledore turned around and said, "Also..."

Before he could finish his words, a voice rang out from the crowd.

"The Sphinx is back!" someone shouted.

Everyone walked down the stairs to make way for the Sphinx's huge body.

The Sphinx at the door did not have a human face, but an eagle head - he walked in with a proud stride, like a victorious warrior.

As you can see, he has a tuft of black hair in his mouth.

"Someone tried to break into the Gryffindor dormitory, Mr. Headmaster." The Sphinx spit out the tuft of hair and said to Dumbledore happily: "I am honored to tell you, Mr. Headmaster, I drove that man away and plucked a tuft of his hair -"

"Glad to hear that." Professor Dumbledore nodded and said, "Thank you for your contribution to school safety, Sphinx."

"This is what I should do." said the Sphinx with a smile.

"So, do you know who is trying to break in?" asked Dumbledore.

"Do you think he will tell me?" the Sphinx asked.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and did not ask any further questions.

But he had already guessed who was trying to force his way into the Gryffindor common room.

After thinking for a moment, Dumbledore asked all the Gryffindor students to go back to the hall. Ten minutes later, students from Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin and other houses also came. These students all looked confused.

Everyone was chatting among themselves, wondering why the principal asked everyone to gather in the auditorium.

Could it be that he had something important to announce? Everyone was speculating in a low voice, and some even irresponsibly speculated that Dumbledore was going to announce an early Christmas holiday -

Oh, what a sweet dream!

When everyone was standing, Professor Dumbledore raised his hand.

Seeing this scene, everyone shut their mouths and the auditorium fell into silence.

"The professors and I will be conducting a thorough search of the castle," Professor Dumbledore told the students, as Professor McGonagall and Flitwick closed the doors of the Great Hall. "For your own safety, I think you will have to stay here overnight - I ask the prefects to stand guard at the entrance to the Great Hall, and the Head Boy and Head Girl to remain in the Great Hall to take charge of the situation. Any incident should be reported to me immediately -"

He added this to Percy, who looked proud of an important person.

"—send me a message from a ghost," Dumbledore said to Percy.

"Look, the privileges of the big-headed boy." Fred whispered, "This is the big-headed boy, the student with the biggest head in the principal's eyes..."

The students next to them couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Professor Dumbledore paused and looked in the direction of the laughter, but did not say anything.

He turned around and was about to leave the auditorium, but stopped and said to everyone: "Oh, by the way, you will need--"

With a casual wave of his wand, the long tables flew to the edge of the hall and stood against the wall; with another wave, the ground was covered with hundreds of purple sleeping bags.

"We need something so that you can sleep well in the hall." Professor Dumbledore winked at everyone and walked out of the hall.

Of course, as the principal, he would never forget to close the door.

Immediately, there was a buzz of excited talking in the auditorium, which sounded very noisy and exciting.

Since the professors were not in the hall, the students were left unattended - the basic situation now was that the Gryffindor students were busy telling other students what had just happened, while the uninformed students were listening with excitement.

When they heard that it was Sirius Black who broke into the Gryffindor common room, everyone looked excited.

They had all heard about Sirius Black, and they all looked at Harry, expecting what would happen if Harry met the person who wanted to kill him.

"Is there any need to ask?" Ron said happily. "I guess he doesn't dare to come to Harry - if he watched the Quidditch match, he would definitely stay away from him, lest Harry burn him to ashes!"

"How dare he come to the Gryffindor common room?" The Ravenclaw students nearby said in unison, "I guess he must not have seen the game, otherwise he wouldn't be so bold."

"Okay! Be quiet!" Percy's voice sounded at the right time: "I am the President of the Boys' Union. Now I declare that the lights will be turned off in ten minutes and no one is allowed to speak. Do you understand?"

"He's quite annoying." Ron whispered to Harry, "See, he's always spoiling the fun. If he knew how annoying he was, maybe he wouldn't be like this."

"He's Head Boy, after all, Ron," Harry whispered. "That's gotta be a bit of a privilege, isn't it?"

Ron shrugged and said nothing, agreeing with what Harry had just said.

At the same time, in the forbidden forest.

Sirius, with a large bald spot on his body, sat in the Forbidden Forest, howling in pain.

How come the Gryffindor gatekeeper has changed after not coming to Hogwarts for so many years?

If he knew that the one guarding the door was the Sphinx, he would never get into trouble even if he was beaten to death.

OMG…

Sirius licked his wound, still thinking...

Looks like it's time to find the traitor in a different way!

But...what should I do? He was still wondering.

"Black dog."

An ethereal voice sounded from beside him. It was Papi.

Pappy was holding a food basket in her mouth, which she had taken from Newt's tent.

"Eat something," she said. "What's the matter with you?"

She saw the wounds on Sirius' body.

"Oh, I got scratched by a tree." Sirius made an excuse and barked, "It's all my fault. I didn't look at the road when I was running and got scratched by the bark."

"So that's how it is. You should be more careful." Pabbie understood the dog language and replied in a low voice.

But she only understood roughly what she heard - he was hit by a tree.

This dog is a little bit unintelligent, she thought.

Harry lay awake in his sleeping bag, all he could think about was Black -

Why did this guy suddenly break into the Gryffindor common room?

Even if he was a fanatical follower of Voldemort, he wouldn't break into the common room in broad daylight and kill a student, right?

As he was thinking, he heard the door open and then close, and heard more footsteps.

"headmaster?"

The greasy, drawling voice was very recognizable, and Harry immediately recognized that the person speaking was Professor Snape.

"The entire fourth floor was checked, and he wasn't there. Filch checked the main building of the castle, and he wasn't there either," Professor Snape said to Dumbledore.

"What about the Astronomy Tower? Have you checked Professor Trelawney's room? And the places where owls live - those are blind spots where things are easy to hide, Severus." Dumbledore said.

"I've checked everything." Snape replied, but he was obviously not in a good mood, as if he was saying this with gritted teeth.

"Very well, Severus, I did not really expect Black to linger--" Professor Dumbledore said quietly.

"How did he get in? I think you should know this, Headmaster." Professor Snape seemed to be hinting at something, as if he had already locked on to someone in the school who brought Sirius into the school.

Moreover, it was very likely that he was someone that Professor Snape hated very much, because Harry heard Snape's tone, which was exactly the same as when he made Snape angry.

"A lot, Severus, but you know - I don't think your guess is correct."

Professor Dumbledore, as a shrewd man, of course understood what Snape meant.

"You remember our talk, Headmaster? Just before - oh - the start of term?" Snape said meaningfully, his lips barely parted as he spoke, looking as if he had a terrible toothache, as if it was not Dumbledore who had the toothache from eating candy, but Snape himself.

"Of course I do, Severus," said Dumbledore, with something like a warning in his voice.

"It seems - almost impossible - that Black cannot enter this school without internal help." Snape's voice was greasy but very firm: "And I warned you at that time, he and..."

"I don't believe anyone in this castle would help Black get in." Dumbledore interrupted Snape, and he sounded a little unhappy, as if Snape had accused someone he trusted very much.

"If Pot hadn't burned those Dementors to death, perhaps Sirius would have been captured by them." When Snape said this, he lowered his head and glanced at Harry who was looking up at him: "Reckless Gryffindor, isn't it, Pot?"

"You'd like the Dementors to gather around me and take a few puffs?" Harry suddenly retorted.

"Five points from Gryffindor for not sleeping."

Snape seemed to be in a much better mood all of a sudden. He left the hall briskly, leaving Harry staring at his back in astonishment.

"I think he did it on purpose." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile, "He deliberately lured you into talking so that he could find an excuse to deduct points from Gryffindor."

"I think so too." Harry took a deep breath and looked at Dumbledore again: "If it's convenient, Professor, can we talk?"

He meant that he wanted to talk about Sirius - they couldn't go on like this forever, he thought they should catch the criminal first.

There is no such thing as a thief who can steal for a thousand days. Instead of being on guard against Sirius, it is better to solve the problem once and for all and address the source of the problem.

"Of course." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile.

The two of them walked out of the corridor. Dumbledore stood in front of the window and gestured at the waning moon outside.

"Tell me what you want to ask." He asked with a smile, and took out two candies from his pocket: "Try this one first, I always think it's very good."

"Thank you, Professor." Harry took the candy and asked, "Why is Sirius Black so persistent in hunting me down? Is it really revenge for Voldemort that drives him?"

Professor Dumbledore did not answer immediately. He first opened the sugar coating, took out the orange candy, and threw it into his mouth in a very childish manner.

"We have no way of knowing this. We can only wait until we catch him." He said while biting a candy. He didn't look like an old man with bad teeth at all.

Harry paused, frowned and said, "Can you tell me the specific reason? Mr. Weasley told me not to take the initiative to find him. Why did he say that? Why was he so sure that I would find someone who wanted to kill me? Is it because I am a Gryffindor?"

"Of course not, Harry." Dumbledore lowered his eyelids and sighed: "The situation is very complicated. Mr. Weasley is protecting you. He thinks you shouldn't know these things, but I think it's okay for you to know."

"Can you tell me about it?" Harry asked eagerly.

At this moment, the three deans also heard the voice here and came to them.

Except for Snape, who was now unknown where he was.

"Albus!" said Professor McGonagall seriously, "I don't think it is right to talk to Mr. Potter about this now..."

"You should have seen his performance on the Quidditch field, Minerva." The short Professor Flitwick waved his arms and said, "My God, so many Dementors died in one breath - are you still going to treat Harry like a child?"

At this point, Professor Flitwick said seriously: "Listen to me, Harry, you have the right to know this, now."

"Go ahead, Albus." Professor Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff House, also said. Apparently she had also watched the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff Quidditch match. The flames that swept across the sky were still fresh in her memory.

"Okay." Professor McGonagall sighed, "If Mr. Potter insists on knowing."

Harry certainly understood Professor McGonagall's protective intentions, and thanked her, "Thank you, Professor McGonagall."

"This child..." Professor McGonagall smiled with relief.

"Honestly, of all the people who have fallen into the bad group, Sirius Black is the last person I expected to do so." Professor Sprout began. "I remember that when we were in school, he had the best relationship with Harry's father, right?"

"Yes, they have a small group, with several of them - and they all seem to have code names." Professor Flitwick said with a smile: "I remember that they often came to me to discuss the application of spells - but your father is a very naughty boy, and sometimes he... um, likes to use some evil spells on his classmates."

"It can be said that Black and your father are the leaders of their small group. Both of them are very smart... Of course, to be honest, they are extremely smart. I don't think we have ever met such a pair of people who can cause trouble. Even the two Mr. Weasleys are not one-tenth as capable of causing trouble as they are." Professor McGonagall seemed to be sighing, and seemed to be reminiscing.

Harry could see that although Professor McGonagall said that her father James was annoying, she actually liked him very much.

"Yes, for example, one time he made a Hufflepuff classmate's head grow huge." Professor Sprout was a little unhappy when she said this. She looked at Harry and said, "I punished him to be detained by Filch. If you go through Filch's files now, you will see this punishment decision..."

Harry felt a little ashamed. He didn't know that his father not only liked to bully Snape, but also other students.

"It's a good thing you're not that kind of child, Harry." Professor Sprout said immediately, "We are always thankful that you are more like your mother."

"Black and your father have a very good relationship," said Professor McGonagall. "They are almost as close as one person..."

"If you didn't know that one of them was named Potter and the other was named Black, you would have thought they were brothers!" Professor Flitwick interjected in agreement. "They are inseparable!"

"Of course they did," Professor Sprout said. "They had a very genuine relationship with each other and they trusted each other - more than they trusted any other friends, even when they graduated and left school."

"When your parents got married, Black was their best man - and then they asked Black to be your godfather," Professor Sprout added.

Harry froze.

He never imagined that Sirius Black, who escaped from Azkaban, was actually a close friend of his father.

He never expected that Sirius was his godfather.

"You said, Sirius Black is my father's good friend? Or my godfather?!" Harry still felt a little bit unacceptable: "But why? Why does he want to kill me now? Has he forgotten his friendship with my father?"

"People change, Harry." Professor McGonagall sighed: "It's all very complicated..."

Harry felt a surge of anger rushing into his brain.

He couldn't accept that Sirius had betrayed his friendship with his father, and he couldn't accept that the person chasing him now was actually his godfather.

"I'm going to catch him!" Harry said angrily, "I'm going to catch him myself! I'm going to make him atone for his sins at the graves of my parents!"

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(The last 4000 words are for repaying the monthly ticket, the current progress is 4000/50000)

(End of this chapter)