Harry Potter: I started checking in from Diagon Alley

Not to mention wizards like Sirius Black.

The scene of Eric toying with him with a spell was still vivid in his mind. How could he not sense that even with a wand, he was probably no match for Eric?

Not to mention that Eric's wand is still pointed at him, and he hasn't put it down yet.

To be honest, this conclusion terrified him.

Eric's magical abilities are definitely not commensurate with his age.

So whatever Eric wanted to do, his only option was to drink the potion Eric had given him.

If it really is a stimulant, and his strength can be restored, that's a good thing.

Whether he wanted to resist or run away afterward, it gave him more confidence.

If not, it couldn't be worse than Eric handing him over to the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors.

He would rather die than go back to Azkaban.

Feeling the restoration of his inner strength, Sirius forced himself to stand up. Eric was developing much faster than his peers, but Sirius was still a head taller than Eric.

With his thin frame and pale face, Sirius Black looked particularly sinister at that moment.

“You have the energy now? Then come with me,” Eric said.

"Where?"

"Hogwarts."

There were no further explanations, nor wasted time showing concern for Sirius's health.

After saying that, Eric turned his head, not even glancing at the other person, and walked downstairs first.

Sirius didn't move, staring in surprise at Eric's retreating figure.

what's the situation?

Reaching the stairs, Eric, noticing Sirius hadn't followed, turned back again, asking in confusion, "Is there a problem?"

There's no problem at all!

Eric and Sirius looked at each other, both with puzzled expressions, wondering if the other was crazy.

Sirius stopped in his tracks and said angrily, "Why do you have to humiliate me like this? You might as well just hand me over to the Dementors!"

Eric was shocked. How could he not know that Sirius had masochistic tendencies?

Did this person go mad from the Dementor's kiss?

Sirius Black continued angrily, "You just want to hand me over again at Hogwarts, don't you? Why bother? Hogsmeade has Dementors and people from the Ministry of Magic!"

"Are you crazy?" Eric was speechless. He didn't bother arguing with him anymore and pointed his wand at him, saying, "Turn into a dog and follow me. We'll go back through the secret passage of Honeyduke. That path is still safe."

"You're the dog!" Sirius roared.

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated; how can you insult someone like that?

"Turn into a dog and come with me, or I'll knock you out, cover you with an invisibility cloak, and send you to Hogwarts. You choose one."

Eric took out the Invisibility Cloak, shook it in front of Sirius, and proved that he was not lying.

Sirius Black fell silent, his eyes widening: "This invisibility cloak looks kind of familiar?"

Eric said, "That's Harry Potter's Invisibility Cloak."

How could it not look familiar? Sirius Black used to wear this outfit quite often when he went out at night with Harry's father.

After James died, the Invisibility Cloak was taken by Dumbledore and is now in Harry's hands.

Sirius was stunned. Eric's magical abilities were formidable, he knew about Honeyduke's secret passage, and he even had Harry's Invisibility Cloak. Just who was he?

Now they want to take me back to Hogwarts?

After being subdued by Eric, he felt for the first time that the whole process now seemed so unreal.

"What exactly... do you want? Since you know who I am, why do you still want to let me into Hogwarts?" Sirius asked. "Let me confirm again, you know who I am, right?"

"Of course, Sirius Black, the Ministry of Magic's most wanted criminal."

"...If that's the case, why?"

Eric laughed nonchalantly, "If you want to know why, I guess it's because I want to see just how much potential a person can unleash from the intense pain buried deep within their heart."

"What do you mean?" Sirius asked, puzzled.

Eric said, "Aren't you curious how I recognized you?"

Sirius's expression was serious.

Now his life and death are in Eric's hands. He is not Peter. After being defeated, he will not beg Eric for mercy, nor will he utter any useless nonsense.

This time he really did fall, and he fell hard.

Eric can tell you how he identified him if he wants to.

It's normal not to say anything.

He was naturally curious about the reason.

But he didn't dare ask.

Sirius Black had personally encountered those incurable dark wizards and knew their ways well.

Of course, he also killed quite a few people with his own hands.

He couldn't tell whether Eric was one of them.

If Eric gets upset and casts a Death Curse on him, who will he complain to?

“I have some rather special magical talents that allow me to see through polymorph spells,” Eric said. “Most importantly, I can see through Animagus spells.”

Eric gave Sirius a deep look, and Sirius felt as if he were being pricked by thorns, a chilling aura enveloping him.

The feeling only disappeared after Eric looked away.

Eric continued, "Sirius Black, a wanted criminal by the Ministry of Magic, the number two of the Death Eaters, a vicious serial killer—that's how you are in the public eye right now."

"That was also my original understanding of you."

"But coincidentally, during this period, I discovered that you were not the only illegal Animagus."

"Before you, I discovered another illegal Animagus at Hogwarts, someone who should have died long ago. It was because of this discovery that I realized that it might be more interesting to send you to Hogwarts."

"That illegal Animagus's name is—"

Sirius's eyes widened as he suddenly realized something. His fists clenched involuntarily, trembling as he waited for Eric to say the person's name.

"—Peter Pediru."

"Where is he?!" Sirius Black couldn't help but growl when he heard the name.

His magic, fueled by rage, burst forth, lifting the floorboards and nearly destroying the second floor of the Screaming Shack.

Eric gently pressed his palm down, and the magical pressure that Sirius had unconsciously been emanating vanished without a trace.

"Want to know? Then come with me."

Eric said with a smile, his bright eyes appearing even more profound and captivating in the moonlight.

Chapter 62 Breaking in

Half a day later, everyone in Hogwarts knew that something big had happened in the castle.

Sirius Black, the Ministry of Magic's most wanted criminal, actually infiltrated Hogwarts.

He tried to enter Gryffindor's common room, but not knowing the password, he was refused entry by the fat lady, the gatekeeper of Gryffindor. Enraged, he tore up the painting in which the fat lady was sitting.

The fat lady was frightened and fled to other picture frames overnight.

This matter couldn't go unnoticed, because access to the Gryffindor common room requires a password.

The fat lady guarding the door is not here, which means that no one can enter the common lounge.

The news caused a stir throughout the entire school.

No one could believe their ears.

How did Blake manage to sneak into the school under such tight security?

You should know that there are still Dementors guarding the entrance gates of Hogwarts.

Nobody knows how Blake got past them.

After the riot broke out, the prefects, at the professor's command, began running around, constantly relaying messages throughout the castle.

Accompanying them were all sorts of messengers: ghosts, owls, and house-elves...

Hogwarts demonstrated its superior organizational skills at this time, gathering all the students together so that they could spend the night in the Great Hall.

This, of course, includes Eric.

All classrooms and dormitories were placed under lockdown. The professors, while ensuring their combat effectiveness, would lead the prefects in conducting a school-wide search.

Fortunately, Hogwarts' Great Hall is so large that it can accommodate all the students.

As night fell, the auditorium was packed with nearly a thousand sleeping bags.

This was the first time any of the students had experienced such a scenario.

They huddled together, like camping, which somewhat lessened the panic caused by Blake's arrival.

"Eric! Eric!"

Hearing someone call his name, Eric poked his head out of his sleeping bag and found that Harry, Ron, and Hermione had moved their sleeping bags over there at some point, and were now lined up above him.

Harry and Ron looked at him anxiously, while Hermione stood by with a helpless expression.

Although professors and prefects were on site to maintain order, it was impossible to control whispering.

It's common for close-knit groups to gather and whisper among themselves when the prefects can't see them.

As long as it's not too excessive, the prefects generally turn a blind eye.

Only Parswell, the student council president, took it exceptionally seriously, as if he were undertaking some solemn mission.

Dumbledore entrusted him with maintaining order at the scene, and occasionally a few ghosts acted as messengers, passing messages back and forth, making them particularly conspicuous in the darkness.