Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 192 What is it like to summon the Grim Reaper on Halloween? (12000 words)
No one knows whether Snape knew that Sirius was imitating him, but everyone can get a glimpse of it from his subsequent angrily deducting points from Harry.

After all, Harry was the first to get extra points, and he was also Sirius' godson.

From any perspective, Snape was venting his anger on Harry.

"Anxious," was Sirius's comment.

But Harry, the person involved, was not very happy, after all, Snape was targeting him.

Every time Snape sprayed venom at him, Harry wanted to throw out a Fuchsia and clean it up, so that the old bat would spit out some pink soap bubbles from his mouth.

But he finally endured it.

Forget it, it’s a big holiday…

Yes, Halloween is here again.

The auditorium was once again decorated with a festive atmosphere. There was no shadow this year - compared to the troll incident on Halloween in the first year and the basilisk attack in the second year, this year's Sirius prison escape was resolved perfectly and as quickly as possible.

Before anyone could experience any excitement, Sirius had been vindicated—and the Dementors surrounding Hogwarts were burned to ashes by Harry's flames.

Everyone was very satisfied with the result.

The students of Hogwarts were satisfied that the danger was resolved as soon as possible, and the professors were satisfied that Sirius was vindicated - although a certain Slytherin professor who wished to remain anonymous was not very happy.

The Ministry of Magic was even happier because the Aurors did not have to work overtime to capture Sirius, and Fudge also gained political achievements. This was a win-win situation for all parties.

Win four times.

This year's Halloween theme is a little different from previous years. Dumbledore decided to hold a Halloween costume party in the school on this carnival day.

This proposal was supported by the vast majority of people. It was really a great idea to have a costume party during the exciting study life at school.

"What are you planning to dress up for, I mean, for the Halloween party tomorrow?"

Ron asked Harry in the Gryffindor dormitory.

Harry scratched his head, he had been looking up information about the Grim Reaper and how to remove dark magic curses recently, and hadn't thought about this aspect at all.

"I don't know either. I don't have any good ideas for the time being," he replied.

"Why not ask Sirius? He must have some good ideas." Ron suggested.

Harry thought about it, then shook his head and said, "Forget it - it's okay to find someone else, but if you find Sirius... God, buddy, do you also want to be targeted by the old bat? I bet Sirius will definitely dress up as Snape - or someone related to him."

"why not?"

Ron has always been good at talking nonsense.

"Or you can ask Hermione. I think Hermione must have a character she wants to dress up with you." Harry patted Ron's shoulder and said very emotionally intelligently.

"Good idea." Ron stood up with a smile: "I'll go out and ask him..."

"Remember not to tell your two brothers, I mean the pair of clones." Harry warned him.

"No problem." Ron made an OK gesture.

He knew how much his two brothers loved playing pranks. If they fed him something, he would probably become the laughing stock of the whole school in an instant.

Just as abominable as that canary cookie before.

In his mind, Ron even filtered out the fact that it was actually Harry who handed him the biscuit. The key point he grasped was that the biscuit was handed to him by his two brothers.

After Ron left, Harry continued to flip through the book in his hand until Sebastian suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Hey, Harry." Sebastian waved his hand in front of Harry's face.

"Seb?" Harry raised his head and smiled at Sebastian: "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, just came to see what you are doing." Sebastian sat next to Harry and said to him, "I feel like I have forgotten a lot of things, but I also feel like I can almost remember these things I have forgotten..."

"No doubt, everyone is like this." Harry put down the book in his hand and said to Sebastian: "Sometimes I am like this too, especially the more I think about it, the more I can't remember it - but as long as I put it aside and don't think about it, maybe I can remember it after a while."

"Really?" Sebastian nodded hesitantly: "Okay, then I won't think about it for now. I've been having a headache thinking about it these days..."

"Headache?" Harry asked with interest, "Can ghosts get headaches?"

"I don't know, maybe." Sebastian shrugged and said, "Also, I heard from others that you seem to be preparing to summon the god of death?"

"Yes." Harry did not hide it from his old friend. "This is my suggestion. After all, the news from the New World said that Voldemort seemed to have surrendered to the god of death, but Professor Trelawney's prophecy said that he actually surrendered to the devil, so I think it would be better to summon the god of death and ask him."

"This is a very simple and crude suggestion, Harry." Sebastian smiled, "I have also learned about the Grim Reaper. In fact, the Grim Reaper is not as scary as the rumors say."

"Maybe. After all, if the god of death really needs soul energy, ghosts like you wouldn't exist in this world." Harry shrugged.

"I agree with you." Sebastian said, and then asked: "By the way, what do you know about the black magic curse?"

"For now, there is no good way to dispel the curse of the Dark Arts. After all, as you know, the current Defense Against the Dark Arts class is cursed by Voldemort's dark magic." Harry said helplessly: "If there really is such a way, then the curse in this class would have been dispelled long ago."

"Alas." Sebastian sighed, "Then don't be in a hurry to rescue Anne for now. Let's wait until there is a suitable method to rescue her."

Sebastian stayed in the Gryffindor common room for a while and then left.

The ghosts are not restricted by the academy and can go wherever they want. After all, ghosts are also part of the castle. Some ghosts are even faculty members of the school, although they do not receive a salary.

After dinner that night, Harry also received the news that the fur of Hagrid's three-headed dog had been found.

Now that all three materials have been gathered, it means that summoning the Grim Reaper can be put on the agenda.

Several people sat in Mr. Flamel's alchemy room, staring at each other.

"I still don't recommend summoning the Grim Reaper on Halloween," Cassandra suggested. "Legend has it that the Grim Reaper will appear at midnight every Halloween and awaken the dead in the graves to dance for him. I don't want to summon the Grim Reaper to the world and then have us dance for her."

"But you are still alive, you don't need to dance for her." Weiwei, who was sitting next to her, said leisurely: "If you must dance, I can reluctantly watch your dance with Harry."

"If you're willing to dance with me." Cassandra never loses to anyone in words.

"I think what Cassandra said makes sense." Harry quickly interrupted the quarrel between the two of them. "After all, today is Halloween. It is not a good idea to summon the Grim Reaper. Anyway, we don't need these two days."

"Perhaps you are right." Dumbledore nodded and said, "We do not need these two days - no one knows what special serious consequences will be caused by summoning the Grim Reaper on Halloween, and we cannot prepare the legendary sacrifice for her - perhaps the dark wizards will be happy to do so, but we are only professors of Hogwarts after all."

"Sacrifice?" Harry glanced at Dumbledore suspiciously.

"I don't need to explain this in detail, Harry."

Professor Dumbledore glanced at him, and the latter immediately understood.

"But we will not be less polite." Dumbledore said again: "Even though we will not prepare traditional sacrifices for the Lady of Death, we will still prepare a sumptuous dinner for her instead."

"But I suggest," Mr. Flamel raised his hand and looked at Dumbledore, "sometimes a person's hobbies do not mean that others will like them. If you offer her your favorite...dessert, I'm really afraid that she will take you away directly."

"Oh, then Hogwarts is saved," Newt whispered.

As the headmaster, how to entertain the Grim Reaper was something Dumbledore had to consider.

Harry was dragged away by Vivi, who wanted to ask him what kind of costume he wanted to wear for Halloween.

"I think it's good to just participate, you don't have to dress up as something," Harry answered honestly.

"How about..." Vivi whispered in Harry's ear, "Why don't we switch identities - I'll be Gryffindor and you'll be Slytherin, how about that?"

"I'm going to Slytherin?"

Harry actually thought about it for a while, but he said to Vivi: "It's a good idea, but I don't have Slytherin clothes."

"Oh, why do we have to prepare Slytherin's clothes?" Weiwei said with a smile, "Why not...we can switch clothes. I'll wear your clothes and you'll wear mine. If the size doesn't fit, we can use Transfiguration to change it."

"Good suggestion." Harry readily accepted Vivi's suggestion.

Weiwei glanced at Harry again and said with some regret: "Actually, I have a better idea, but forget it."

Her words actually aroused Harry's curiosity.

Harry asked quickly, "What's your idea? Tell me now."

Weiwei raised her head slightly, and a light flashed in her eyes.

"No," she said deliberately.

"Hurry up and tell me, you're keeping me in suspense," Harry urged.

"You won't agree even if I tell you, so I won't tell you." Vivi said with a smile, smoothing Harry's bangs to the side.

"How do you know if I will agree if you don't tell me?" Harry asked back.

"Well then." Weiwei cleared her throat and said, "Actually, I suggest that you - um, put on women's clothes..."

"No way." Harry rolled his eyes and refused righteously: "Everything else is fine, but this one is not..."

"Humph."

Vivi snorted, but in her heart she was planning how to cheat...how to trick Harry into wearing women's clothes.

Today, Vivi did not go to the Muggle world for the first time, but stayed in Hogwarts.

Judging from her expression, it seems that she has no intention of going to the Muggle world to attend classes in the next few days.

The next morning, Harry got up yawning and watched Ron put a bat at the head of his bed.

"If you don't give me candy, I'll play tricks on you." Ron said, and then roared like a lion.

He wore a lion-like hood that revealed his face, and his head was surrounded by a mane.

"I didn't prepare any candy, but there seems to be some left over from what Dumbledore gave me yesterday."

Harry yawned and reached into his pocket, pulling out two flat pieces of candy.

"This should also be considered candy, right?" Harry did not take the candy back, "Or should I use Transfiguration to restore this candy to its original state?"

"Thank you." Ron waved his hand politely. "You should keep this good stuff for yourself. Look, you've sat out the filling of the candy. My god, your butt is really heavy."

Harry looked at the candies in his hands and put them on the desk beside him.

"But this doesn't affect the flavor of the candies. Maybe I should just leave them as they are. I can't waste them, right?"

"Are you going to eat it yourself?" asked Ron the Lion in shock.

"Maybe Draco would like it, what do you think?" Harry asked with a smile.

Hearing Harry's words, Ron leaned back and looked at Harry in shock, then raised his head and thought carefully. Draco knew that the candy was flattened by sitting...

An evil grin appeared on his face.

"That's it!" said Ron happily.

As the two walked out together, Ron suddenly realized that Harry was not wearing any Halloween costume.

"Dude, today's a costume party," Ron reminded him. "Are you going to wear something like this?"

"I have my own way." Harry said to Ron with a smile.

When I walked into the common room, it was like... a circus.

As they walked to the door, a man with a clown head came towards them. It was the school's commentator and natural rapper Lee Jordan.

On a bench not far away, there is a ghost girl sitting. If you look carefully, you will find that she should be Angelina Johnson from the Quidditch team.

The Weasley twins dressed up as a two-headed monster. They didn't know how they managed to have two heads on one body.

Seeing Harry and Ron coming over, the two of them started to show off together.

"Are we okay?" Fred asked.

"Of course!" George replied.

After saying this, the two of them burst into laughter together.

"How on earth did you do that?" Harry asked curiously. He didn't understand how the twins managed to attach two heads to one body.

Are you guys the king of connections?

"This is our business secret, friend of the Lion King." The Gemini said with a giggle.

Okay, now you have changed from the Lion King to the Lion King’s friend, right?

"Isn't Harry the Lion King?" Ron asked innocently.

"It's obvious, Ronnie darling," said Fred, "that you're more like a lion now."

After a while, Seamus dressed as a scarecrow and Neville dressed as a mandrake walked in from outside.

"Look at you guys, so cool." Ron greeted them, "This is the first time I've seen such a strange combination."

"But I think they are the champions," Neville said, pointing at the Weasley twins.

This statement was recognized by the vast majority of people. After all, the twins' cosplay of the two-headed monster was so similar - they really looked like they had one body.

"You really should learn from them." Hermione, who was dressed as a vampire, pointed at the Weasley twins and said to Harry and the others, "This is a truly thoughtful Halloween costume, isn't it?"

"I didn't think you'd want to share a body with me," Ron muttered.

As soon as she finished speaking, Hermione punched her hard on the back twice.

It really hurt, and both the loud sound and Ron's grimace proved this point.

"What did I say?" Fred said with a grin.

"Gryffindor girls hit you hard, Fred," George echoed.

Hermione gave them both an annoyed look.

After leaving the common room, Harry came to the Room of Requirement - this was the place he and Vivi had agreed to meet.

Weiwei had been waiting there for a long time. When she saw Harry coming, she pulled him over, pressed him against the wall and said, "Quick, take off your clothes!"

"It's easy for people to misunderstand you like this, Vivi." Harry raised his head and looked at Vivi without any shyness.

Unexpectedly, patches of pink suddenly appeared on Vivi's jade-white cheeks.

"What are you thinking about?" She patted Harry's shoulder lightly and said angrily, "Take off your clothes first--"

The two of them took off their coats quietly and exchanged the decorations representing the college. Vivi obviously hesitated for a while, and it could be seen that she seemed to be hesitating about something.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked with a smile.

"Nothing." Vivi shook her head, still feeling regretful in her heart. This was really a good opportunity for Harry to wear women's clothes.

But she was afraid that Harry wouldn't like it, so she didn't play the prank.

After changing clothes, Vivi patted Harry on the back of the head and told him to go back to the hall first.

When Harry walked all the way to the third floor, he happened to meet Ron and the others who were walking over.

"Oh my God, Harry." Ron pointed at Harry and said, "There's a traitor among us!"

"It's just a Halloween costume," Harry said to Ron. "Don't worry, how could I be a traitor?"

"But we don't think so." The Weasley twins said in unison: "Look at you, not only are you wearing Slytherin clothes, you're even wearing a Slytherin girl's hairpin... Oh my God!"

Only then did Harry realize that he had put on Vivi's basilisk hairpin.

He quickly took off the hairpin, held it in his hand and took a look. The basilisk's eyes sparkled like emeralds.

"It looks just as real as it gets, doesn't it?" the twins said cheerfully. "I bet the basilisk has real emeralds in its eyes."

Harry said nothing as he stuffed the hairpin into his pocket.

When I stuffed it in, I was still feeling lucky that I didn't wear Vivi's skirt, otherwise it would be very embarrassing.

What he didn't expect was that Vivi's first stop was not the auditorium, but returned to the dormitory, apparently to find Cassandra.

Of course, this was not something Harry could interfere with, he could only follow his classmates into the hall.

There was a great festive atmosphere in the hall. The whole hall was decorated by Professor Flitwick and his people. Thousands of bats could be seen fluttering around. They were divided into two teams - one team gathered on the ceiling, shuttling between the glittering pumpkin lanterns; the other team kept flying back and forth over the dining table, like moving dark clouds.

The professors also wore Halloween costumes. Dumbledore wore women's clothing, which was very retro and made people want to vomit (that's what Draco said); Professor McGonagall didn't wear any special costume, but put a note on her pointed wizard hat that read "CAT".

This fits everyone's stereotype of Professor McGonagall. This is the limit for the old and conservative lady.

There were two people on the faculty seat who attracted special attention because everyone discovered there were two Professor Snapes.

Yes, two Professor Snapes.

Snape himself was still wearing his black robe today, as if it was an heirloom from their family and he never took it off; and Sirius bought the same robe as Snape from somewhere, and wore a wig on his head, looking more Snape than ever.

The two of them sat next to each other in the staff seats...

Originally, Snape didn't want to sit next to Sirius, but how could Sirius miss any opportunity to persecute Snape...

Lupin, wearing a wolf head mask, sat aside. With the help of the wolf head's cover, Lupin looked unbearable.

I had already advised Sirius not to do this. It would be okay once, but twice would be a bit too much.

But Sirius was not the kind of person who would listen to advice. He had already determined that Snotlout was Gryffindor's enemy, so he must not let him go.

As the two of them sat like this in silence, Sirius suddenly stood up.

Under Snape's cold gaze, he walked up to Harry, Ron and the others who had just entered the hall. This action attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

"Potter!" Sirius imitated Snape's accent perfectly.

"Professor." Harry greeted him, trying not to laugh. Sirius lowered his head, glanced at Harry's Slytherin clothes, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Fork!
I'm sorry!

Look at what our eldest son has become!
He's wearing a Slytherin uniform!

"Why are you wearing Slytherin clothes?" Sirius glanced at the Slytherin badge in Harry's hand again.

"Oh, this is Vivi's suggestion."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Vivi, dressed in Gryffindor uniform, walked in from outside.

"Professor Snape." Vivi deliberately greeted Sirius, and then apologized while holding back her laughter: "Sorry, it turned out to be you, Black... Assistant Professor Black, I really didn't recognize you."

Sirius forced a smile, took a deep breath, and patted Harry's shoulder.

"Your old godfather has a bad heart..." he said, clutching his chest.

After saying that, he turned around and returned to his seat as a faculty member.

Sirius, who was originally happy to make Snape unhappy, was deeply broken when he saw his godson wearing Slytherin's school uniform.

He really didn't expect that Haodaer, the scarred and green-eyed boy, would actually betray Gryffindor!

However, he didn't know that Harry was wearing Vivi's clothes, otherwise he would be even more defenseless.

In the Gryffindor bench, Ginny was writing furiously.

After all the Weasley family members arrived, Ginny quietly reached out and poked her two brothers, and in their puzzled eyes, she handed them a small note.

"Let me see first," said Fred.

"No, it was me first!" George retorted immediately.

The two of them thumped each other a couple of times before finally deciding to let Fred look first.

"His eyes were as black as a black beetle that fell into an ink bottle, he was as black and handsome as a blackboard, and the hair on his head fluttered in the wind like kelp..."

Fred's eyes grew brighter and brighter, until finally both of their heads began to sing in unison.

Sirius had appeared behind them without knowing when, holding his wand and beating the rhythm for them.

Until they finished singing the last sentence, Sirius wiped his eyes and said with emotion: "Music is more charming than anything we do here!"

Hearing Sirius say this, everyone showed complicated expressions.

Oh my God, you were Snape just now, how come you are Dumbledore now?
Professor Sprout's costume was the most pleasing. She dressed up as the Whomping Willow with various candy baskets hanging on the willow branches. She was walking between the long tables, distributing candy to everyone.

Whether it was Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or even Slytherin, they all got their own Halloween candy from Professor Sprout.

These candies should be customized, and they can see all kinds of little knowledge about herbalism on the candy coating.

The candy Harry got had Dietary Supplement printed on it.

"What's yours?" Ron asked, leaning over.

Harry held the icing and read the words on it to Ron.

"Dicum is a plant with magical properties. It can be used to make potions. It also has a strong healing effect."

"In addition to using Dictamni essence, using this plant directly can also help heal superficial wounds. A mixture of Dictamni and silver powder can be used to treat werewolf bites."

"Cool, I should always carry this stuff with me, to prevent myself from getting hurt while playing Quidditch." Ron said with a smile, "You know, Slytherins always use any means necessary when playing Quidditch, and they even take pride in it. I can't let them bully me."

"Hey, Weasley!" Draco said indignantly from behind, "To play Quidditch, you have to win!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Ron waved his hands impatiently, "That's why you guys are so unscrupulous."

When Harry turned around, he noticed that Cassandra was sitting quietly beside him with a pumpkin lantern on her head.

Sitting next to her was Vivi, who was also wearing a pumpkin-lantern headgear.

At some point, Vivi had changed back into Slytherin uniform. She and Cassandra sat together, and Harry recognized who was who almost at first sight.

It's an easy guess. Cassandra and Vivi are not familiar with other girls in Slytherin. Vivi is only a little familiar with Miss Farley, but they would not sit together so closely.

And who is Cassandra and who is Vivi between the two...

Hi, it’s easy to guess. Don’t look at the appearance – look at the model.

Hmm... Vivi is obviously much older than Cassandra.

Noticing Harry's gaze, Vivi waved at Harry playfully and hit Cassandra with the pumpkin lantern on her head, causing her head to tilt to the side.

Harry shook his head helplessly. He really didn't expect that the two girls would be so unanimous. He really didn't know what kind of secret agreement they had reached between them.

After a while, the students arrived one after another. As Professor Dumbledore announced loudly, a wide variety of delicious food appeared on the long table in front of them.

"I bet," Draco turned around and reached out to Harry, "Harry, I bet Dumbledore must be a give!"

"You don't need to tell me that, Malfoy." Ron wrinkled his nose and said, "I discovered this in my first year!"

"Did you really find out?" Draco frowned.

"Of course." Ron said proudly, but no one knew what he was proud of. "If you don't believe me, ask Harry. I mentioned this to him a long time ago."

"Then I'll admit that you have a keen eye."

Draco never missed an opportunity to tease Dumbledore, and based on this premise, he could even admit that Weasley had a sharp eye.

The Halloween dinner is very rich. It is not what everyone expects, with steamed pumpkin, boiled pumpkin, fried pumpkin and pumpkin soup. Instead, pumpkins are used as containers to hold various delicacies.

It seemed that Dumbledore had also asked the house-elves to work hard in this regard. Dinner was no longer the same old British cuisine, but even had French and Eastern European flavors added.

This can be seen from the fact that sour cream is served with gulash.

Gulash, the "national dish" of Hungary, is actually beef stew made by stewing beef, potatoes, carrots or onions in a clay pot until soft and then sprinkling a little spices on it... Generally, it is also served with a little sour cream.

Harry really likes the taste of beef with sour cream. It is slightly spicy and sour, with a light milky flavor. It tastes really good.

Vivi obviously didn't expect that the Hogwarts cafeteria would have side dishes from her hometown. She even took off her pumpkin-lantern headgear.

Then it was taken back by Cassandra beside him.

"You are not allowed to eat it," Cassandra said simply.

"If you don't want to eat, then don't." Weiwei sat there with her arms folded, and it seemed that she really had no intention of taking off her mask to eat anything.

The same was true for the "two Snapes" in the faculty seats. They sat there, looking at the food in front of them with gloomy faces, and neither of them touched the knife and fork.

Snape himself had no appetite at all because he was disgusted by Sirius.

Sirius's mind was filled with the thought of his godson wearing the Slytherin uniform. All he wanted now was to find the legendary Resurrection Stone, summon James and apologize to him.

Fork! I'm sorry!
Lupin was quite relaxed. It was just a Slytherin uniform, wasn't it? It wasn't a big deal.

In his opinion, as long as Harry is happy, that is the most important thing.

"No, this is a matter of principle!" Sirius said to Lupin during the dinner.

Lupin shrugged casually and said nothing.

After the dinner, the exciting voting session began.

The Weasley twins' two-headed monster won first place with an overwhelming advantage. Unless people were voting for relatives and friends, they would definitely vote for the Weasley twins.

In order to avoid the situation where everyone votes for relatives and friends, Dumbledore gave each person five votes, so that they could vote for their favorite person while taking into account their relatives and friends.

The effect is significant. Gemini received the votes of the vast majority of people.

In second place is Sirius Black, who cosplayed as Professor Snape.

In order to protect those students who did not want to reveal their names and avoid being retaliated against by Professor Snape, Dumbledore announced the implementation of a secret ballot system, so even if Snape wanted to retaliate, he would not have the energy to do so.

This result made Sirius feel a little better.

He stood up and bowed to everyone, and sang the song that the Weasley twins had made up - the one with the lyrics written by Ginny.

As you can imagine, after being treated like this by Sirius, Snape was deducted even more points.

Early the next morning, the Gryffindor students were deducted 20 points for secretly picking crickets at Professor Snape.

"He's really crazy." Lavender Brown said to her classmates with lingering fear: "Did you see it? He's like a bat pickled in salt."

Of course, this was said in the dormitory. Everyone knew that Snape had the habit of being a ghost behind people's backs. If you tried to snipe at Snape secretly outside, he would definitely go behind you and deduct points.

But no one knew what a "salted bat" was. However, when Lavender Brown asked everyone to think of Snape standing on the podium, the picture came to mind instantly.

At noon that day, Snape and Sirius met each other in the hall, and Snape finally drew his wand because of a word called "Snotlout".

"You want to duel with me?" Sirius also drew out his wand. "Well, Snotlout, I am not afraid of you when it comes to Defense Against the Dark Arts! When it comes to Transfiguration, I am even better than you!"

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall was quick to grab Snape and scolded Sirius severely, so the matter was stopped.

"Severus, forget it!" She and Professor Dumbledore persuaded Snape together, thus avoiding a fight between professors in the auditorium.

It is conceivable where Snape, who was angry with Sirius, would vent his anger.

The Gryffindor students didn't think it was a big deal. After all, even if Snape wasn't angry, they would still lose points, so it would be better to let him get furious.

This way at least everyone can have some fun.

Just as he was about to summon the Grim Reaper, Harry also came to Professor Lupin.

Professor Lupin looked in good spirits today, not as sickly as he had been in the past two days.

He didn't think Professor Lupin was on a business trip, but was unwell - but he would not delve into the professor's secrets, after all, everyone has their own little secrets.

"It's Harry." Lupin smiled and asked him to sit down. He took out a frog chocolate from the drawer and handed it to Harry: "Here, have some chocolate. It's so cold, you should have something to keep warm."

Harry did not refuse. He first thanked Lupin, then unwrapped the frog chocolate and bit off the frog's head.

It wasn't a chocolate frog, but just a high-end imitation frog-shaped chocolate. But it tasted much better than a chocolate frog. Harry could even feel a warm current spreading through his limbs, as if this chocolate had some special effect.

"So," Lupin asked, as Harry finished eating his chocolate frog, "what brought you here to see me about, Harry?"

"It's like this, Professor." Harry hesitated for a moment and said to Lupin, "I...well, I know you and my father are good friends, so I thought of asking you about my father."

Lupin did not answer. He waved his hand and some tea sets flew over from the side. Then he poured Harry a cup of hot tea and said to him, "You are right. When we were at Hogwarts, we were good friends. As you know, we had a small group at that time called the Marauders. What do you think? Doesn't this name sound a bit rebellious? But Sirius and James liked this name very much, so it became the code name of our small group."

"It doesn't sound good." Harry nodded hesitantly, and then said, "I - I remember that I saw the scene at the Black Lake in my mother's memory before - my father hung Professor Snape up, and my mother went to save him, but Professor Snape scolded my mother for being a dirty little -"

"Oh, you're talking about this..."

Professor Lupin's eyes flashed with reminiscence, "That was when we were in fifth year, and we had just finished taking the OWLs, the Ordinary Wizarding Level Test... So, what is the reason for your question?"

"Professor Snape said that my father was arrogant and conceited, and a poor guy who liked to bully the weak." Harry spread his hands and said to Professor Lupin, "I didn't believe it at first, but after seeing my mother's memory, I...well, I was a little suspicious, but I also felt that it was not a wise choice to only listen to Professor Snape's one-sided words, so I thought of coming here to ask you and Sirius, to see what you two friends think of my father."

"So that's it..."

Professor Lupin's eyes softened. He shook his head and smiled at Harry, saying, "Just as I expected, you are more like your mother than your father... But Sirius is not very happy. In his opinion, you should be the second James."

"But Professor McGonagall might be very unhappy." Harry smiled.

"Not necessarily. Although Professor McGonagall seems to hate your father, your father is actually her favorite student." Professor Lupin said with a smile.

Harry thought to himself, it’s a good thing that my father was not Dumbledore’s favorite student, otherwise he might have been killed by Gellert.

"But, Harry." Professor Lupin hesitated, he seemed to be hesitating.

He could see that Harry had some doubts about the image of his father, and as James' friend, Lupin felt it necessary to clear his old friend's name in the child's heart.

Although James was a bit of a jerk sometimes, he was not a completely useless guy - at least his positive side was as prominent as his negative side, or even better.

Most importantly, James changed. Not only did he turn over a new leaf, he also died as a hero who resisted Voldemort.

Seeing Lupin's hesitation, Harry couldn't help but ask with concern: "What's wrong with you, Professor Lupin?"

"Nothing." Professor Lupin sighed, "I just want to tell you that most people are not black and white. Many times they cannot be simply summarized as good guys or bad guys."

"I know that, thank you, Professor," Harry nodded.

"I know that you have misunderstandings about your father in one way or another," Lupin said softly, "but what you need to know is that your father has changed, and he even sacrificed his life to fight Voldemort."

Without waiting for Harry to say anything, Lupin continued, "Of course, I hope you can actually go and see it."

He stood up and walked to the meditation basin beside him. He picked out a strand of silver thread from his temple and put it into the black basin to dissolve it.

"This is part of your father's memory." Professor Lupin sighed, "Of course, before that, I also...well, I have something to tell you."

"Professor, you say." Harry nodded.

Lupin frowned and paced back and forth.

Should I tell Harry or not? he wondered.

But the idea of ​​clearing the name of his old friend finally prevailed. So what if his identity was exposed?
Harry also saw Lupin's expression change from hesitation, to confusion, to anxiety, and finally to calm.

He knew that perhaps Professor Lupin had made a great determination.

"There's nothing to hide, Harry," Lupin sighed, "As you can see, I disappear for a few days every month and have to ask someone to cover for me..."

Harry had actually guessed something, but seeing Lupin's serious and uneasy expression, he decided to make a little joke.

"So you're actually a woman?" He pretended to be incredulous.

Lupin was visibly stunned when he heard Harry's answer.

He laughed, two relieved laughs.

"Okay, Harry." Professor Lupin reached out and tapped Harry: "If this were in class, I would deduct points from Gryffindor for your lack of sharpness."

"But we're not in class now, are we?" Harry asked with a smile.

Lupin hummed: "Yes, let me say it - as you can see, I am actually a werewolf."

"Oh." Harry nodded calmly: "So it's a werewolf, that's nothing."

"Don't you think... werewolves..." Lupin asked hesitantly, with a light flashing in his eyes.

"More importantly, you are my father's friend, one of his best friends." Harry waved his hand indifferently: "Besides, this is just a trivial problem--"

The sun in the distant sky came out from behind the clouds, and the sunlight poured through the window onto Harry's face.

The boy seemed not used to the sudden direct sunlight. He stretched out his hands in front of his face to block the glare.

At this moment, Lupin seemed to see the first ray of sunshine that shone into his heart through that ray of sunshine.

"Harry..."

Lupin smiled.

"What's wrong, Professor?" Harry put his hand to his forehead.

"Nothing." Lupin smiled and said to Harry: "Thank you for your trust, Harry."

"That's nothing, Professor." Harry grinned, "You're not only my father's friend, but also our best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Lupin reached out and patted Harry's shoulder vigorously. After a while, he said to him, "Go and have a look. Have a look at my memory of James."

"Okay, Professor."

Harry walked to the side of the Pensieve, took a deep breath, and lowered his head into the Pensieve.

After a dizzying feeling, Harry found himself in the Gryffindor dormitory.

That dormitory was the one he and Ron lived in, but it was of a different era and the people who lived in it were different. Harry saw his father lying on the bed with his legs crossed, looking very nonchalant.

James doesn't look very old, and seems to be in the second year, not much different from Harry now.

It should be said that James and Harry were almost carved from the same eye. Except for the different eye colors and the lightning-shaped scar, everything else is exactly the same - the same messy hair, the same glasses, and the same appearance.

"James, hey, bro?"

A tender and crisp voice sounded, and a black-haired boy walked in from outside.

The boy looks very elegant and handsome. Although he still has a childish look on his face, one can tell at a glance that this child will definitely be a handsome man in the future.

It was Sirius Black, a second year student.

It seems that at that time, they had not yet formed the Plunderers, let alone the nicknames they later had.

"Sirius?" James seemed too lazy to raise his head and just asked lazily.

"Hey, buddy, you don't have to be so dejected, do you?" Sirius sat next to James and patted his chest with a smile. "Isn't it just that Evans refused your invitation to go out and play? Why are you so depressed? Listen to me, buddy, I found something unusual."

"unusual?"

James was not aroused by Sirius's exaggerated tone. He just turned over like a salted fish and said, "Oh, there's nothing worthy of my interest. Of course - it would be best if you could help me deal with that little Slytherin snot."

"No, this is unusual and concerns our good friend!" Sirius said mysteriously: "Lupin - is our roommate, don't you want to hear his little secret?"

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(It's the Chinese New Year, starting tomorrow the base update will be changed to 4000)

(End of this chapter)