Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 189 Snape: Black Dog, it’s time to take your medicine!
Of course, Harry didn't know what had happened to Sirius, nor did he know that Vivi was plotting against his godfather.

He was now following Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Weasley towards the courtroom.

The courtroom was very retro, at least that's what Harry thought. The walls were made of dark stone and the light from the torches was dim and eerie.

He really couldn't understand why torches were needed for lighting - because the courtroom was not illuminated by torches at all, but by the sphere on the ceiling that was emitting silver-white light.

Harry followed Mr. Weasley to the side of the gradually rising rows of benches and found two empty seats.

Dumbledore walked to the tallest chairs and sat down with many dark figures.

The people in the high chairs had been whispering since before they entered the courtroom, and when the heavy door closed, a solemn and dignified atmosphere descended.

This was the atmosphere of a courtroom, at least that's what Harry thought.

But soon, someone called Harry back and asked him to sit next to the tallest chairs.

Because he is an important person and an important party involved.

There were about fifty people sitting on those high chairs, Harry didn't count them carefully; they were wearing purple robes with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on the left chest, which was the abbreviation of Wizengamot.

They all looked down at him, some with kind expressions, while others made no effort to conceal their inner concern.

In the middle of the row of chairs sat Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

Fudge, wearing the dark yellow-green bowler hat that he often wore on his head, looked at Harry with a very kind expression, as if he was looking at his own son.

Dumbledore sat next to Fudge. Harry didn't know how the seats were arranged. Anyway... he didn't find any pattern.

According to Dumbledore's identity, he is the president of the International Confederation of Wizards and the chief wizard of the Wizengamot. Logically, he should sit in Fudge's position.

I just don't know why the seating arrangement is like this now.

"Very well," said Fudge, clearing his throat. "The jury is here at last. Let us begin - are you ready?"

he asked loudly across the bench.

"Yes, sir." A young man not far away answered, holding a feather pen in his hand, as if he was recording something.

"The trial on October 13th," Fudge boomed, as the young man began to take notes. "The trial will be a retrial of the murder of the Potters twelve years ago, and the explosion caused by Sirius Black that killed a dozen Muggles and Peter Pettigrew."

"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic; Amelia 'Susan' Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

At this point, Fudge cleared his throat and said again: "Bring up the accused, Peter Pettigrew -"

As Fudge's voice fell, the door slammed open, and several Aurors held Peter Pettigrew's arms and led him into the courtroom.

Seeing Peter Pettigrew, the members of the Wizengamot were whispering to each other, their eyes fixed on Peter Pettigrew. Some were shocked, shocked that it was actually true - while others were sighing, sighing that Peter Pettigrew, who had won the Order of Merlin, First Class, was actually the one who directed and acted in the tragedy...

Peter Pettigrew was led by the Aurors to sit on the chair in the middle. Immediately, a series of clicking sounds of cameras were heard around him.

Some wizards in the Wizengamot Council frowned, but none of them said anything.

Allowing reporters to enter the Wizengamot courtroom was a special permission from Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, and it would be useless even if they objected, so it would be better to remain silent.

This was also part of Fudge's plan, to create an image of him as a pragmatic person who pursues the truth.

"The defendant is Peter Pettigrew," Fudge said loudly. "Yes, yes, the Ministry of Magic was deceived by this so-called 'hero' and another hero was wrongfully imprisoned - but now, the opportunity to set things right has come. We must find out the truth of the matter and give justice to the innocent -"

The sound of reporters taking pictures rang out again.

"First, check the identity information of both parties, the plaintiff."

Fudge looked at Harry.

"Introduce yourself." The wizard next to him reminded in a low voice.

Harry understood, stood up and introduced himself: "Harry Potter, born on July 1980, 7, lives in 31 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, London, and is currently a third-year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Gryffindor House."

Fudge finished speaking and said again: "Defendant."

"Peter Pettigrew." Peter said weakly, "I studied at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but now... I don't have an address now."

"Do both parties have any objections to the identity and qualifications of the other party's appearing in court?" Fudge asked again.

"No objection." They said.

"Have both parties applied for the disqualification of the judges, clerks and other relevant personnel in this case?" Fudge asked.

“We do not request to recuse ourselves,” they both replied.

“Now inform both parties of their rights and obligations in the lawsuit.”

As Fudge spoke, he reached out and picked up a text on the table and read it carefully to the two of them.

After the reading was completed, Fudge looked up and said, "Did both parties hear it clearly?"

"I heard it clearly." The two replied.

"Now, I will state the lawsuit request, facts and reasons on behalf of the plaintiff." Fudge put down the text and said.

"The plaintiff, Harry Potter," he continued, "accuses the defendant, Peter Pettigrew, of being the Secret-Keeper of the Fidelius Charm, of betraying his friends, James Potter and Lily Potter, who had asked him to keep the secret, and of revealing their hiding place to Voldemort..."

Fudge shuddered slightly at the mention of Voldemort's name, but he hid it discreetly.

As the Minister of Magic, everyone can say "You-Know-Who", but he is the only one who cannot say it in public.

As a minister, he dares not even say the name of his enemy... This is undoubtedly a huge shame, isn't it?

"After this."

Fudge recovered quickly, disguising his pause so well that it looked like a pause in his speech just now - this was a basic quality as a veteran politician.

He continued, "Sirius Black learned of Peter Pettigrew's betrayal, and he chased Peter to a Muggle street. Peter then used a spell to detonate the street, killing twelve Muggles who were watching. He then escaped and put the blame on Sirius Black... Defendant Peter Pettigrew, do you have any objection to the accusation of plaintiff Harry Potter?"

Peter opened his mouth and looked at Harry with his small green eyes, but then it turned into a sigh.

"No," he said.

Of course he knew that even if he escaped the Wizengamot's trial, Harry would definitely have a hundred ways to make him live a life worse than death.

Rather than falling into Harry's hands, it would be better to go to Azkaban - after all, he is an Animagus and there are plenty of ways to escape from it.

Thinking of this, Peter felt a little relieved.

"I have a question." Ms. Burns suddenly said, "Regarding the secret keeper, I remember that the Potters' secret keeper was Sirius Black. Why was it suddenly changed to Peter Pettigrew?"

"Defendant, can you explain the situation?" Fudge asked.

"Yes." Peter Pettigrew shuddered. "This, this is all Sirius' fault."

At this point, he still wanted to shift the blame to others: "He and James suggested that he had angered the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord and was being hunted, so he might as well hand over the secret to me. In their eyes, I have always been insignificant and cowardly, so they don't worry about the Death Eaters targeting me. In their opinion, no one would think that James would hand over the secret to me. After all, I am... so insignificant."

When Peter Pettigrew said this, a gleam appeared in his eyes.

"But what they didn't expect was that I had already surrendered to the Dark Lord - you know? I was really afraid of death, so I surrendered to the Dark Lord, but I just wanted to live, what did I do wrong!"

"The Accuser." Fudge turned back to look at Harry. "What do you want to say to him?"

"Peddeluru." Harry looked at Peter with a calm gaze. "He trusted you so much, and what about you? You said you were afraid of death, but you were able to turn into a mouse and live silently in the Weasley family for twelve years, and lived under Dumbledore's nose for almost seven years - starting from when you became Percy Ignatius Weasley's pet and entered Hogwarts with him. This is enough to prove that you have the ability to survive, but you still betrayed my father. Is it really the fear of death that drives you?"

Harry's words were impeccable.

Everyone knows Dumbledore's ability. Being able to turn into a mouse without being discovered by Dumbledore proves that he has the ability to slip away under Voldemort's nose without being discovered.

He said he was afraid of death, but couldn't he secretly turn into a mouse and hide?

No one believed that Voldemort would find him.

"me……"

Peter opened his mouth and was speechless.

He didn't know what to say, and it seemed that all his excuses seemed pale and powerless at this moment.

Yes, James trusts you so much, and your ability is to transform into a mouse...

As long as you hide it secretly, you will never...

So why?

Ms. Burns raised her thick eyebrows high. She didn't like Peter Pettigrew, who was as timid as a mouse and whose Animagus was also a mouse.

"Since the defendant has given up his defense," Fudge began to announce the final verdict: "According to the law, I sentence Peter Pettigrew to life imprisonment in Azkaban! And I will also recover the Order of Merlin, First Class!"

"In addition," Fudge added, "I declare that Sirius Black...is not guilty!"

Following Fudge's final verdict, Peter Pettigrew collapsed in his chair as if he had lost his spine.

He had known that this day would come, but when it finally came, he still felt a little... hard to accept.

Soon, Peter Pettigrew was taken away by the Aurors.

"I now declare that this trial is over," Fudge announced with satisfaction.

But he felt that the only flaw was that Sirius Black was not in the courtroom now, otherwise the reporters would have been able to witness a touching scene of sincerity and beauty.

Harry stood up immediately and held out his hand to Fudge.

Fudge understood and gave a look to the reporters from the Daily Prophet.

The reporters understood and immediately surrounded him.

When he saw the reporters coming, Fudge immediately stretched out his broad hands and shook Harry's hands.

"Thank you, Minister." Harry choked up and a tear fell from the corner of his eye. "Thank you for upholding justice, vindicating my only relative... my godfather, and dealing with the real murderer who betrayed my parents... It's you who made me truly feel that there is a kind and just heart in this Ministry of Magic!"

The reporters from the Daily Prophet had their eyes shining and their quills were almost writing sparks as they quickly wrote down Harry's words on paper.

"Well," Fudge patted Harry's hand and said in a relaxed manner, "But Harry, I need to tell you that I cannot accept your compliment - you know, this was a false case committed by the Ministry of Magic twelve years ago. If we had been able to find out the truth of the matter carefully at that time, perhaps your godfather would not have been wrongfully imprisoned, and you would not have suffered so many years in the Muggle world."

At this point, Fudge also shook his head and sighed, and continued to pat Harry's hands.

"This is the Ministry of Magic's fault, Harry." Fudge sighed, "It is the Ministry of Magic's incompetence that has led to such a bitter consequence..."

"But, Minister," Harry corrected, "I think it's not terrible to make a mistake, but to hold on to it and refuse to admit it. And today, you undoubtedly gave me, as a student, a profound lesson. You taught me how to maintain an upright heart, and to insist on upholding justice even if it would damage my own face. I believe that with you as a role model and under your inspiration, the students of Hogwarts will also move in your direction."

These words made Fudge's face glow with joy.

Harry's reputation in the wizarding world is naturally needless to say. He defeated the mysterious man who wreaked havoc on the British wizarding world when he was only one year old. His reputation is known to everyone from Ireland to the UK...

With him standing up for her, her position is really...stable!
Reporters around were taking pictures frantically to record this beautiful and harmonious moment.

"I sincerely suggest that you, Mr. Minister, come to Hogwarts to give a speech to the students." Harry said again: "As Wu said, confused little wizards need a role model to guide them forward."

Fudge couldn't hide the smile on his face, and he nodded repeatedly, acknowledging what Harry said.

But he was not so shameless after all, and he declined modestly: "Forget about the speech. The matters of Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black are enough to keep me busy for a while... This will take a lot of time to deal with, and I really can't get away. I hope you can understand, Harry."

"That's a shame." Harry sighed deeply, as if he really was sorry.

"But we'll have time in the future, Harry." Fudge said with a smile: "I'm glad you realize all this."

The two men continued to shake hands and turned to the photographer of the Daily Prophet.

With the sound of a camera clicking, the trial of Peter Pettigrew came to an end.

Outside the courtroom, Dumbledore stood by the window, looking at the magical scenery outside, and said to Harry meaningfully: "I really didn't expect that Harry would be so good at these occasions."

"You have to get used to it," Harry shrugged. "It's part of life, isn't it?"

"Yes, even if you are the most powerful wizard in the world, you still need to learn the ways of the world." Dumbledore stroked his beard.

Harry knocked on the wall incredulously, but did not say anything against Dumbledore.

"Well, I think we should go back to Hogwarts." Dumbledore said with a smile: "The next thing we need to do is to find the hidden Sirius Black."

Having said this, Dumbledore raised his head and stared at the window frame.

"He has suffered too much, Harry. We should find him as soon as possible before anything happens to him."

"I understand, Professor," Harry nodded.

Instead of going directly back to Hogwarts, they went to Diagon Alley first.

At Florin's ice cream shop, Dumbledore bought Harry a large nut-crushed ice cream and he also had one for himself. The two of them sat on a bench outside the ice cream shop and ate happily.

"I think an ice cream like this is just the right treat for you." Dumbledore said with a smile, "The Wizengamot trial is extremely boring, and you should have experienced this."

Harry looked up at Dumbledore, then looked down at the ice cream in Dumbledore's hand that was almost finished, and then compared it with the ice cream in his own hand that he had just eaten a little bit of...

I doubt it's you who's craving ice cream, Professor Dumbledore.

But even though Harry, who had high emotional intelligence, saw through Dumbledore, he did not expose him. Instead, he continued to eat ice cream with his head down to give him face.

"Oh……"

After Dumbledore finished eating the ice cream, he stared at the super-large luxury ice cream in the hand of the child next to him.

The ice cream was covered with raspberry jam and blackcurrant jam, as well as a lot of chopped fruits. The colorful look was very tempting.

Harry quickly finished the ice cream in his hand. He looked up and saw the desire in Dumbledore's eyes, so he got up and went to the ice cream shop and bought two more ice creams - the same ones as the little boy.

"I think what the headmaster said is right," Harry handed an ice cream to Dumbledore, "Eating some ice cream can really help you forget the depression in the courtroom just now."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then took the ice cream from Harry and smiled happily.

The two of them sat on the bench outside the ice cream shop until they finished their ice cream and then returned to Hogwarts.

After returning to school, Dumbledore and the professors waiting in the headmaster's office announced the final verdict of the Wizengamot Tribunal.

After learning that the Wizengamot had finally cleared Sirius's name, Lupin sat back in his chair, gripping the armrests tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning pale from the force.

As one of Sirius Black's best friends, Lupin was also happy that his friend was cleared of the charges.

As for Peter…

There was certainly some pain, but Lupin felt more pleasure.

For a sewer rat like this who betrays his friends, perhaps Azkaban is the best choice for him.

But Snape was obviously unhappy. He stood there, looking coldly at the celebrating professors, and had no intention of joining in at all.

He didn't care about Black's affairs - it could even be said that he would rather Black be wronged and have his soul sucked away by the Dementors.

The person he hated most in this world, besides James Potter, was Sirius Black.

Even Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew combined couldn't compare to how disgusting Black was in his eyes.

Of course Harry noticed Snape's unhappiness, but he didn't say anything. After all, the grudges of the previous generation were complicated and difficult to sort out.

What else can I say? Keeping silent is the best option.

"The most urgent thing now," Dumbledore said to the professors, "is to find Sirius Black. He is now wandering outside Hogwarts, which is very dangerous for him - because there are many dangerous magical animals in the Forbidden Forest. In addition, the magical animals raised by Professor Scamander are not docile. It would not be good if he ran into them."

"I think he has already run into it." Snape pulled his lips and suddenly said, "Think about it, Dumbledore - what did he eat to survive during his time outside Hogwarts? I strongly doubt that due to his cruel nature, the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest will suffer as a result..."

As he said this, Professor Snape showed a bloodthirsty smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he had foreseen what kind of suffering Black was going through.

"Good intuition, Severus." Professor Lupin seemed to be in a good mood, even in a yin-yang mood. Snape: "It seems that your keen intuition has gone wrong again--"

"Oh, so you admit that you have been helping Black for so long?" Snape looked at Lupin with a sneer: "What should I say? The two of you are inseparable like an old couple, and you can't live without each other, right? And that big fat-headed Potter is the third person between you two..."

"Hey!" Harry complained to Snape in dissatisfaction. Insulting his father in front of his son was beyond just rude.

If it weren't for the grudge between their fathers, Harry would have thrown a harmless little spell at him.

"I have long told Dumbledore that there is a traitor in our school." Snape snorted, "It seems that now - the traitor has jumped out by himself. Lupin is one of them, isn't he?"

"Severus!" Dumbledore said seriously, interrupting Snape's sarcastic remarks: "Remus is our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, not a traitor."

"Oh, all right," Snape said briskly.

But in his heart he still gave himself a thumbs up for his persistence, that is... brewing the wolfsbane potion supplied to Lupin with an indescribable taste was one of the inventions he was most proud of in his life.

The other one was Shen Feng Wu Ying who almost disfigured Big Fat Head. Unfortunately, in order to avoid being expelled, he still cast a counter spell on him.

After deciding that the next task was to find Sirius, Harry left the headmaster's office.

He returned to the auditorium and sat next to Cassandra.

"Oh, you're back?" Cassandra pushed the fries in front of her towards Harry: "How was the Inquisition? Was it fun?" "That's a trial, Cassandra." Harry said helplessly: "You should know that I'm going there to participate in the trial of the real murderer who betrayed my parents, not to visit and have fun."

"That's a shame," Cassandra said, not stopping at Harry's words. "So, that rat Animagus, has he been sentenced to death?"

"It's not very popular to sentence people to death nowadays. You know, even the evil Lestrange couple and those Death Eaters were sentenced to life imprisonment."

Harry felt a little regretful, but that was within his expectations.

"So^"

Cassandra gracefully cut a piece of steak into her mouth. After chewing it carefully, she picked up the napkin beside her and gently wiped her lips. "What are you going to do?" she continued.

"I am very satisfied with this verdict. I respect all decisions of the Wizengamot and the Minister." Harry said in a very official and formulaic manner.

"Oh, that's too bad." Cassandra sneered twice: "I know you, a bad guy, have your own little ways, right?"

"No, I don't have any way." Harry picked up a French fry, dipped it in ketchup, and handed it to Cassandra.

"I'm not your owl, Pott." Cassandra gave Harry a cold look.

Harry shrugged and ate his chips himself.

Of course, it wasn't that Harry suddenly came to his senses, but a hundred years ago, Cassandra would occasionally ask Harry to serve her something to eat, such as French fries that would get her hands dirty.

Cassandra looked behind Harry but didn't see Vivi.

"So, where is your little girlfriend who is always with you?" She tapped her fingers carelessly on the table beside her.

"Weiwei is not my girlfriend." Harry defended, "I say, can you please stop forcing other people's relationships?"

"Oh, haha."

Although Cassandra's smile was a little cold, she seemed satisfied with Harry's answer.

Harry actually wanted to ask Cassandra about Vivi's whereabouts - but his intuition told him that if he asked directly, Cassandra would be very angry.

So, clever Harry decided to take a roundabout approach and ask the question in a different way.

"Besides." He rolled his eyes and said, "It seems that I was the one who left Hogwarts to go to the Ministry of Magic to participate in the trial of Peter Pettigrew's rat. Of course... it was only me and Professor Dumbledore. If you want to ask about Vivi's whereabouts, shouldn't you know more than me?"

"Her whereabouts are always mysterious. Maybe she is learning some interesting little courses in the Muggle world." Cassandra waved her hand, looking indifferent.

Since Cassandra, Vivi's roommate, didn't know where Vivi was, Harry just thought that Vivi had gone to the Muggle world and went back to continue her classes.

He went to bed with a lot on his mind, planning to ask Professor Trelawney, who had the blood of a fortune teller, tomorrow.

It turned out that using prophecies to find people was indeed very appropriate. After all, he had been searching for Cassandra in vain, and it was only with the help of the sunflower parrot... and Gellert's prophecy that he found the clue.

Having made this plan, Harry decided to ask Professor Trelawney about Sirius tomorrow.

The next day, the third grade had Professor Trelawney's Divination class again.

It should be said that ever since Harry was predicted to have bad luck, no one wanted to attend Professor Trelawney's class - after all, Professor McGonagall had already chosen her, and Professor Trelawney was a fortune teller who loved to make false statements about other people's deaths.

But there is no way, since I have already chosen the course, I must finish it.

Together they climbed the stairs into the dim, stuffy tower classroom, where on each small table glowed a crystal ball filled with a pearly white mist.

Harry looked around but didn't see Professor Trelawney. Before he could look around the whole room, Ron dragged him to sit down.

"You know, Harry?" Ron whispered, "Mum let me get a cat - and let me get an owl, God, she was a really... really good mum, I have to admit that -"

Hermione turned her head away and said nothing. She endured for a long time before finally biting back the words, "Your mother wants to get two kinds of pets that eat mice to get rid of the smell of rats around you."

"That's a good thing." Harry said with a smile: "At least you don't have to worry about mice--"

"Oh my God, please stop talking." Ron's face turned pale. "You know, a lot of people have been making fun of me recently - they said I treated the fugitive as a pet, God... But fortunately, I'm not the most embarrassing one, because there is a big-headed boy - I mean Percy, the student union president in front."

"Yes, the house collapsed because there was a tall man holding it up." Hermione couldn't help but say.

"But the crystal ball..." Ron carefully searched for Professor Trelawney with his eyes, in case she was nearby and overheard it - this was the vigilance he had developed from speaking ill of Snape. "I thought we would start learning the crystal ball class next semester. It seems that this professor is quite capricious and takes classes wherever she wants."

"Well, it's better than reading tea leaves, isn't it?" Harry asked back, "We can't drink out a big black dog again and then have her say 'Oh dear, you have bad luck!' right? "

As he said this, Harry imitated Trelawney's horrified expression and stepped back.

It should be said that Harry's ability to imitate is very strong, at least the students around him all laughed.

"Hello!" said the vaguely familiar voice, and Professor Trelawney came in from the shadows as usual.

She walked straight to Harry's side and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Child, you learn very well--"

The students in the classroom laughed even more happily.

"I have decided that perhaps according to our progress, we should come to the crystal ball class earlier, so I disrupted my teaching plan." Professor Trelawney said, sitting down with her back to the fire in the fireplace. After sitting down, she looked around as if looking for some 'omen of death'.

At least that's what most people thought, even Hermione who always respected professors.

"Fate has informed me that your examination in June will be concerned with the sphere, and I am therefore anxious to give you ample practice."

Hermione snorted in disdain.

"Fate has informed her, ha." Hermione murmured, "It seems that fate is very familiar with her - is the goddess of fate her relative?"

Her voice was not quiet, or so it should be said - at least Harry thought Professor Trelawney heard Hermione.

However, Professor Trelawney did not punish Hermione for this. Instead, she continued to speak in a confused manner as if sleepwalking: "Looking into the crystal ball is a particularly delicate art. This is your first time to peek into this unfathomable sphere. I don't expect any of you to see anything. We should start by practicing relaxing our subjective consciousness and external eyes. This will clarify our third eye and superconsciousness. If we are lucky, some of you may be able to see something before the end of get out of class."

what did you see?
Harry thought about it and began to think about Sirius in his mind.

Where on earth is Sirius… Where on earth is Sirius…

He thought for a long time and opened his eyes again.

The image in the crystal ball moved, but...

Ok?
He saw a big black dog that was... well, seemed to be entangled by a poisonous snake, and it looked like it was suffocating a little.

Professor Trelawney noticed Harry, who was concentrating and frowning as he looked into the crystal ball.

"Did you see anything?" she asked, leaning over.

"Look, there's a burn mark on the table," Ron said, pointing at it. "Someone's knocked over a candle."

"No, I'm asking about Mr. Potter, dear." Professor Trelawney looked at Ron apologetically, "So, Mr. Potter -"

"I saw a big black dog," Harry said, frowning. "It was being entangled by a poisonous snake...it looked like it was about to suffocate."

"That's not a good sign." Professor Trelawney coughed twice.

"What a waste of time," Hermione whispered. "I'm increasingly regretting taking this course. If I could go back in time, I'd rather take a different course."

"My dear..." Professor Trelawney breathed, looking at Harry, "I can see it from here more clearly than ever before...my dear, it's the black dog, and the poisonous snake...the ominous..."

"Oh, for God's sake!" cried Hermione, "not that ridiculous ominous thing again!"

Professor Trelawney raised her huge eyes and glared into Hermione's face.

"I regret to say that from the moment you came into the class, my dear, it has been evident that you do not possess the qualities required for the noble art of divination."

Trelawney's dark eyes sparkled in the candlelight.

"Indeed, I do not remember ever meeting a student whose mind was so worldly—"

However, she had forgotten that she had made such a judgment on a student a few days ago, and the student left the divination class in anger.

Yes, that student's name is Cassandra Malfoy.

There was a moment of silence among the teachers.

Hermione felt extremely humiliated. This was the first time in her life that someone said she was not good at studying.

"Good! Very good!" Hermione said suddenly. She stood up abruptly and stuffed the book "Seeing the Future through the Mist" into her schoolbag.

"Good!" she repeated, swinging her bag over her shoulder and nearly knocking Ron off his chair.

"I give up! I'm leaving! I won't take this course anymore!"

The crystal ball rolled off Hermione's desk, and Hermione kicked it hard in anger.

The crystal ball flew out and hit the door with a thud, making a dull sound.

The classmates looked at Hermione in surprise. No one expected that Hermione, a top student, would be so tough that she kicked the teaching aids out of the classroom in front of a teacher.

Hermione left the classroom quickly, as if there was something ominous in it.

"I remember now!" Lavender suddenly said, "Professor, you once predicted that someone would leave us forever before Christmas. Doesn't this mean that... the prophecy has come true, Hermione has left us!"

"Shut up, Brown!" Ron turned around impatiently and said, "Can you please speak more politely?"

Lavender pouted, as if she didn't expect Ron to be so ruthless to her.

"Yes, my dear, it is just as you think," said Professor Trelawney. "I did know that Miss Granger would leave us - but one always hopes that one will be wrong about the signs of the future, and I am sorry that this should have happened."

After saying this, Professor Trelawney looked at Ron again and smiled meaningfully.

She looked back at Harry and said, "My dear, you are indeed--sinister, very sinister."

"Tan persimmon, professor." Harry frowned and asked, "What exactly did I see in the crystal ball? Why is there a big black dog entangled by a poisonous snake? What does this mean?"

"Perhaps..." Professor Trelawney waved her arms mysteriously, "You should know that some people are born with clairvoyance, and you, my dear, seem to have such potential, because you can see the essence of things through the fog, but this is not enough... The black dog and the poisonous snake you saw may just be some kind of reference."

Some kind of reference?

Harry remembered that Sirius' Animagus was a big black dog, as Peter Pettigrew had said before.

Well, his dad, James Potter, had an Animagus of a stag, and Peter Pettigrew had an Animagus of a mouse - but what about Professor Lupin's Animagus? What was it?
but……

If the black dog refers to the Godfather, then what about the venomous snake? Who could the venomous snake be?
The first person Harry thought of was Snape, who had a deep hatred for his father's small group.

Could it be that... Sirius has been captured by Snape?

But that was impossible. If Sirius was caught by Snape, he would have handed Sirius over to the Ministry of Magic long ago - he wished Sirius would be caught by the Dementors and sucked hard, which would not only make him feel better, but also would not involve any criminal responsibility.

"Any further explanation, Professor?" Harry stared at the crystal ball intently, as if he had found another explanation.

"That's for you to interpret, my dear," said Professor Trelawney with deep regret.

Harry gave up the idea of ​​continuing to question Trelawney because he felt that even if he continued to ask, Professor Trelawney would not give him any answer.

So he decided to change the way he asked the question.

"Professor, I would like you to help me make a prophecy." Harry said to Professor Trelawney.

"Go ahead, my dear child." Professor Trelawney was delighted - she seemed very happy that Harry asked her to make a prediction.

Harry looked at her and said, "I wonder where Sirius Black is."

Professor Trelawney was stunned.

Then she nodded and said, "He has been proven innocent, right?"

"Yes, Professor," Harry nodded.

"You must know, my dear," said Professor Trelawney, "that even the most brilliant of prophets find it difficult to find a person's whereabouts through prophecy - but not me. Come, give me the crystal ball."

As she spoke, she held out her hand to Harry.

Harry obediently took the crystal ball and placed it in Professor Trelawney's hand.

Professor Trelawney held the crystal ball in both hands, looked at it attentively for a while, and said to Harry: "Don't worry - my dear, you only need to wait until the day after tomorrow, and you can see Sirius Black at Hogwarts."

"Really?" Harry said somewhat happily, after all, Sirius Black was a good friend of his father.

"Of course it is true, my dear, the Third Eye told me so," said Professor Trelawney mysteriously and mysteriously.

Everyone has long been accustomed to her state, because it is not common to see Professor Trelawney without falling into this mysterious state.

After getting the news he wanted, Harry continued his class contentedly.

When the get out of class was over, Ron finally woke up from his nap.

"Is get out of class over?" Ron asked, wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"Just after class," Harry replied, and said to Ron, "Come on, we should go check on Hermione. She was obviously not very happy when she left."

"Okay." Ron nodded.

The two of them walked down the stairs, and after taking two steps, Harry kicked a crystal ball.

"Is this the one Hermione kicked down?" Harry picked it up curiously and said to Ron, "I didn't expect she was so strong. I think we should go back and return it to Professor Trelawney."

Ron shook his head like a windmill.

"No, no, you should go by yourself, buddy." He said in a series of words: "I don't want to be suddenly pulled up by Professor Trelawney to predict something for me - what if the prediction is something ominous?"

"What you said makes sense..." Harry nodded and said, "Then you wait here for me. I will go and deliver the crystal ball."

"Okay." Ron nodded.

Harry turned around and went back to the Divination classroom holding the crystal ball.

Professor Trelawney was no longer there, and Harry called out several times but received no answer.

He was disappointed, put down the crystal ball, and just as he turned around, he found that someone had hit his shoulder.

Looking back, it was Professor Trelawney. Her eyes were confused, as if she had entered some mysterious state.

……

Meanwhile, in the Slytherin Headmaster's office.

"professor?"

A sweet voice sounded, and after knocking on the door, a beautiful Slytherin girl holding a small bag in her hand walked into Snape's office.

It’s Vivi.

Snape was obviously very impatient. He didn't stop the work in his hands, and didn't even raise his eyelids. He just hummed to indicate that he heard it.

Vivi didn't think there was anything wrong. She walked briskly to Snape's side.

"Excuse me, Professor," she asked, "do you have any potion that can make magical creatures quiet? I'm sorry to bother you - but it really bothers me a lot."

Hearing Vivi's words, Snape put down the potion bottle he was fiddling with.

He raised his head, looked at Vivi expressionlessly, and said in a cold tone, "I think if Miss Grindelwald had not been infected with stupidity by that Gryffindor troll, she would know that your poor old professor is the head of Slytherin and professor of Potions, not Professor Scamander of Care of Magical Creatures."

"But I believe that you are a master of potions and you will definitely have a suitable solution." Vivi said with a smile.

She believed that the bag in her hand was an offer Snape could not refuse.

"As I said, I'm not..." Snape drawled.

However, before he could finish, Weiwei opened his pocket, and a large black dog with its front legs tied up behind its back fell to the ground.

The big black dog was obviously still in a daze, and it took him a long time to adapt to the room that suddenly became bright - but it was only lit by dim candles.

It opened its eyes hazily and looked around vigilantly, as if observing the ground around it.

When it saw Snape, it couldn't help but growl "Woo..." and curled up its body as if to attack.

That's seeing the enemy's fighting posture!
Snape, who originally wanted to refuse, his dark pupils suddenly contracted violently the moment he saw the big black dog.

He looked the big black dog up and down, and his smile gradually became perverted.

"Well," Snape changed the subject, "but then again, as I said just now, I am the head of Slytherin, and as the head of the house... I should indeed take care of the appropriate requests of certain outstanding students."

As he spoke, he pulled out a bunch of colorful bottles of potions from the drawer of a table beside him.

"Your old professor would be happy to be of service to you, Miss Grindelwald..."

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(Progress 16000/50000)

(End of this chapter)