The King of Flags at Hogwarts

"Quiet down! Can you not be so reckless?"

Harry looked anxious, pointing at Black and making gurgling noises.

Bobby shook his head. As a wizard, his little cousin's brain was top-notch.

"Professor Dumbledore, hello, it's been a long time." Sirius's skin color had visibly returned to normal. The Evans family had been eating really well these past few days, and Sirius's face had gained some weight, regaining three-tenths of his former charm.

Dumbledore nodded without comment, looking at Bobby and signaling her to continue.

So Bobby threw Scabbers on the ground, thus canceling his Animagus transformation.

Harry fell silent when the sleazy, greasy old man appeared on the floor of the headmaster's office.

Is this Banban? Banban, who lived in the same dorm room with me for two years? Banban, who slept in Ron's arms for two years?

"Ah, ah, Professor Dumbledore, hello... I..."

"Shut up, you traitor!" Sirius Black was furious when he saw that lewd face again after more than ten years. He raised his fist to punch it, but Bobby pushed it away easily.

“Harry,” Bobby released Harry from his restraints, “let me introduce you to these two gentlemen.”

"This man, Sirius Black, was a loyal friend of your parents, the Keeper of the Secret of the Loyal Heart Curse, and also your godfather. It was because he handed over the position of Keeper of the Secret to this man that your parents were put in a deadly situation."

Bobby pointed at Peter lying on the ground. "Peter Pettigrew was also a good friend of your parents. But Sirius trusted him. The naive Sirius thought he could use himself as bait to attract the attention of the Death Eaters, but he never expected that Peter had already joined Voldemort. And it was this man who exposed your parents' location. He is your enemy."

Harry believed Bobby.

Peter struggled to his feet: "Professor, Harry! That's not how it happened, it's all Sirius's fault..."

"Shut up, Peter!" Bobby glanced at Peter, which terrified him. This little girl, who looked just like Lily, gave him the same oppressive feeling as the Dark Lord. "I am a prophet, Peter. I saw everything that happened in my dream!"

“So, so…” Harry murmured, and Sirius rushed up and hugged him.

“Harry! I am your godfather! It’s so good to see you again! You look almost exactly like your father, but your eyes…”

"Yes, I know, my eyes are like my mother's."

Dumbledore smiled as he looked at everything before him. "That thing about blowing up a whole street of Muggles..."

Bobby shrugged. "It was Peter who did it, of course. He even cut off one of his own fingers. In China, people call this kind of trick..."

“Shedding my skin like a cicada,” Dumbledore laughed. “I’ve been studying Chinese very well.”

"Then I think the Ministry of Magic needs to drop several charges against Sirius Black that were brought thirteen years ago."

“However, I think Mr. Black needs to remain in hiding for a while longer before the Ministry of Magic issues an official announcement.”

Black released Harry and nodded, saying, "Yes, Professor, you're absolutely right. I can live in the Screaming Shack."

He turned to Harry: "Harry, that's a place your father and I set up specifically for Lupin when we were still at school. It's our secret base. I'll take you there to see it later!"

"Lupin? Is that Professor Lupin?" Harry was very grateful to Professor Lupin for his kindness on the train.

“Yes, that’s him.” Blake smiled somewhat awkwardly. Lupin had better not notice his transformation, otherwise his motion sickness would be quite embarrassing.

Just then, there was a knock on the headmaster's office door. Dumbledore waved his hand, the door opened, and Remus Lupin walked in.

“Professor, you wanted to see me? Sirius Black!” Lupin quickly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Black.

"Ah, you're the green dog in the car! You murderer, what are you trying to do?"

“Remus, calm down,” Dumbledore said. “You can look at the man on the ground before you make a judgment.”

Lupin, still wary, held his wand aloft. He glanced at the ground, then exclaimed, "Peter? What's going on? Weren't you dead?"

“Remus,” Sirius walked up to him, “this is what happened back then…”

Just as the long-lost friends were explaining the misunderstandings of the past years, Dumbledore and Bobby, the old man and the young girl, began to communicate in secret.

Dumbledore blinked twice.

(Why are you taking this so seriously? You even rode the Hogwarts Express, which you hate the most?)

Bobby blinked.

(The Hogwarts Express is incredibly fast these days.)

Dumbledore blinked three times.

(Don't try to fool me. You wouldn't want to waste even a second on the road, as that would take away from your precious meal and playtime.)

Bobby blinked twice.

(Okay, I need Blake. But his personality is a bit troublesome, I need Lupin as a mediator.)

(Did you impersonate me and call Remus here?)

(It's me.)

(Isn't your layout almost complete?)

(Completely eradicating pure-blood cults is impossible, but we can guide them. Blake is a leading figure, and as the only remaining Blake, he cannot afford to fail. With Lupin's guidance, he can truly play a role.)

(You little fox.)

Bobby grinned and hissed at Dumbledore, then blinked.

(You're the most cunning person in our school, and you still have the nerve to call me that, you old fox!)

Chapter 82 The Hogsmeade Rebellion (Part 1)

Inside the screaming shed.

"What? Three months?"

Harry looked puzzled. "Peter Pettigrew has been sent to Azkaban and confessed everything, so why can't the warrant for your arrest be lifted?"

Sirius shook his head. "I don't know either. It seems like the case is old and we need to spend time searching through the files and reopening the trial." He smiled. "It's okay. Peter's testimony has been recorded. There won't be any more changes. Three months is fine. It's just that the Dementors are wandering around here, which is a bit unpleasant."

Harry said indignantly, "Knowing you're innocent, why did the Ministry of Magic send Dementors to surround Hogwarts? What were they thinking?"

Bobby, who was eating sunflower seeds nearby, spoke up: "This is a game between Fudge and me, it has nothing to do with you. As long as the sponsorship for next quarter is in place, Sirius will definitely be exonerated. As for the Dementors... Fudge is just showing his authority to Dumbledore."

Sirius remained silent, realizing that despite his advanced age, he was still less insightful than a young girl.

"Alright, Harry, I'm going back now. I'm going to spend the whole day in Hogsmeade Village tomorrow, so I need to get some rest!"

Now that they're in third grade, Bobby and Harry are old enough to go to Hogsmeade Village.

But in reality, during the seven years Bobby spent at Hogwarts, he frequently went to Hogsmeade Village to freeload meals and snacks. It's just that without friends around, he didn't have as much fun.

Dinner time.

The auditorium has become even more crowded, and it's easy to imagine that if so many new students enroll next year, the auditorium will be overflowing.

In a corner of the Great Hall, there was a small round table, around which sat several of Hogwarts' most celebrated beauties: Bobby, Jady, Matilda, and the ever-popular Ginny Weasley.

Before Hermione's front teeth problem was resolved, she was still somewhat inferior to these girls.

Not to mention Luna Lovegood, who wore carrot earrings and a butter beer cork necklace.

Six girls were given special tutoring here, yet no one in the entire school questioned it—more than half of the students were converted from Squibs, making Bobby undoubtedly the biggest criminal force at Hogwarts, colluding with officials and businessmen, and acting lawlessly.

Bobby tossed Hermione a bottle of potion. "This is a specially made potion for you. It will relieve brain fatigue and keep you from going crazy."

Hermione was taken aback, and Bobby immediately explained, "I know you're using that, and to be honest, I personally don't recommend you use it."

Hermione accepted it with great gratitude. As for how Bobby knew she was using the Time-Turner, she couldn't be bothered to ask. Anyway, the answer Bobby would always be that she dreamed about it.

Jaddy asked, "What did Hermione use that made you so nervous that you even prepared a special potion?"

Bobby chuckled and said, "It's a secret. Hermione signed a confidentiality agreement with the Ministry of Magic."

“Hmph,” Jady was about to say something sarcastic when Bobby winked at her.

In an instant, Bobby's voice echoed in her head: "Good Jady, it's not good for Hermione to say this. I'll tell you quietly, it's a time-tamper, an alchemical artifact prepared for model students, that allows them to go back a few hours and attend more classes."

Jady's big eyes fluttered a few times, and she leaned close to Bobby's ear to whisper, "When did you learn this? Can you teach me?"

Bobby responded in a low voice, "I'm afraid it's difficult. This magic looks simple, but the conditions are quite demanding. You need to learn Legilimency, Occlumency, and... Imperish."

Jady sighed; this involved the Unforgivable Curse.

"But speaking of which, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year is really good; he's almost on par with your grandfather."

“I think my grandpa is probably better,” Bobby smiled, reaching for the pickled fish that had just appeared on the table with his chopsticks. “He’s really amazing.”

"I just don't know if Professor Lu Ping can hold on until the end of the semester."

"This sauerkraut fish is pretty good," Bobby exclaimed, picking up another slice of fish. "Don't worry, nothing major will happen this year. He should be able to finish the school year."

Seeing Bobby so engrossed in his food, Jady fell silent. With those words, Professor Lupin is finished.

The next day, Bobby, Jady, and Hermione happily walked out of the school gates and headed to Hogsmeade Village.

From behind came McGonagall's mother's voice: "Bobby! Stop being so naughty and eat less candy!"

"Got it, Mama McGonagall!" Bobby didn't even turn her head, just raised her arm and waved.

Professor McGonagall smiled, but the smile lasted only a second before she quickly regained her serious expression: "Miss Rosier, I'm afraid you can't go to Hogsmeade Village."

Matilda was already 17 years old, a young woman nearing adulthood, but she was a second-year student and therefore not permitted to go to Hogsmeade.

But this didn't stump Matilda.

“George!” Matilda called out to George from around the corner.

"How did you recognize me as George?" Thanks to Toboby, the Weasley children were all quite familiar with Matilda, and this beautiful older sister was well-liked by the Weasley brothers.

“You and Fred smell different,” Matilda made up. In reality, if you listened carefully, there were subtle differences between the twins.

“Well,” George glanced back at Fred, who was chatting with Angelina, “Did Miss Rozier want to see me about something?”

"Why are you being so formal? We had so much fun at Evans Farm, doesn't that make us friends?"

Matilda moved even closer, her nostrils twitching slightly as she sniffed a few times.

“George, you smell so good.” Matilda pulled away again, gazing at him tenderly.

George felt as if his heart had been struck hard by a sledgehammer. His face flushed involuntarily, and he stammered, "If, if you don't, if you don't have anything else, I'll, I'll leave."

Matilda giggled. "I want to go to Hogsmeade Village. Can you take me there?"

"Can't you go by yourself?"