Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 128 Chapter 120 The Story of the Sixth Father's Generation
Black didn't speak, just snorted coldly and concentrated on massaging Crookshanks.

Fudge smiled awkwardly: "If possible, can Mr. Black come with us to the Ministry of Magic?"

Blake looked up, eyes sharp.

"I think Mr. Black needs a better environment now." Dumbledore said, "He will stay at Hogwarts, and I will take care of him personally."

Fudge swallowed, without forcing, and looked at Harry again: "Mr. Potter? You killed Peter in self-defense, I think you need to..."

Scrimgeour winked frantically at Fudge.

Fudge didn't see it, and probably couldn't understand it if he saw it.

"I don't think so." Dumbledore shook his head and refused flatly, "Mr. Potter still has Professor Sprout in confinement tonight."

"What about tomorrow?" Fudge was a little bit unwilling.

He couldn't bring back nothing but a corpse and a bottle of memory.

"Actually, Mr. Potter's performance in school is not peaceful." Dumbledore said, "Seven days a week, except for two days of Quidditch training, the professor will lock him up for the remaining five days."

Sirius looked up at Harry in disbelief.

Oh…

How is this done?
But that's the way it is, and that's how James' children should be, blue out of blue and better than blue.

Fudge was also shocked. He had never seen a little wizard who was imprisoned five days a week. He stammered and nodded stiffly: "Well, Mr. Potter is very busy. The Ministry of Magic really shouldn't bother a little wizard." wizard."

"Principal Dumbledore, then I'll go back and investigate first."

He hurried away, letting Scrimgeour take his things with him.

"Thank you." Harry said after they left.

Sirius was a little dazed, why did he say thanks all of a sudden, Dumbledore didn't do anything to convince Fudge just now...

Dumbledore shook his head: "Black was once my student."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly: "Besides, I'm not like you, after all, I've experienced so much in secret, it's hard to trust him completely now."

Blake tilted his head.

He raised his head with deep eyes: "Harry, don't let anger consume your mind..."

"Professor, I have good news for you," interrupted Harry, raising his wand.

Dumbledore was taken aback, noticing this different wand.

"Call God for protection."

Harry spoke a spell and conjured up his new Patronus, a handsome griffin.

Dumbledore smiled gratifiedly: "Well, I really shouldn't say anything, you are very mature, you know what you are doing, and you know what you should do."

"Then go back and have a good rest."

"Get some sleep."

"I'll explain to Professor Sprout that you deserve a little vacation tonight."

They got up too, ready to leave.

When they were about to go out, Dumbledore reminded them, his words were full of entrapped smiles: "By the way, Mr. Potter, remember to return the wand to Miss Granger."

That's when they realized it.

Harry and Hermione were still holding each other's wands.

Sirius and Lupine returned to his office, and he had to take a bath. For 13 years, he, like Peter, had not taken a bath.

He still needs to eat. In this regard, he is worse than Peter. At least Peter has enjoyed Hedwig's owl ration, but he has only eaten bad rice.

Sirius had a lot to say to Harry.

But tonight, Harry left him alone.

A person who has been tense for 13 years needs to take a good rest, even if his mind is empty and he has no cognition in this regard.

He didn't wake up from sleep until noon the next day.

Long sleep made his brain heavy, and he vaguely saw the two people beside the bed, yawning: "Morning, James, Remus, you wake up well..."

Halfway through the conversation, he realized that one of them was indeed Remus, and the other couldn't possibly be James.

"Oh, I mean Harry, good morning." Sirius stammered and hurriedly changed his words, "You and your father look alike, really alike, except for your eyes, your eyes are more like Li..."

As he spoke, he froze, jumped up from the bed, and immediately became sober, his tone full of disbelief: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"I saw you, I mean, I saw you when you were a baby, and your eyes were as green as Lily's."

"How did it get so weird?"

Harry paused and looked at him strangely: "I thought it was because of my eyes that you suspected that I was not the real Harry."

"So you haven't noticed?"

Sirius sat back, a little worried: "So what's going on? Magic transformation?"

"Professor Dumbledore said that it might be a problem with the Potter family." Harry pulled out his shield, "I didn't find anything either."

Sirius thought: "Perhaps, Potter is indeed a very old surname, and it has something to do with Peverell, so there may be some strange changes?"

"Peverell?" Harry asked.

Sirius explained patiently: "Peverell is a very old family. According to legend, their ancestors dealt with the god of death."

"Perhaps it was Peverell who changed your eyes?"

"But that's okay, the eyes are more like James!"

"And Gryffindor, the patron saint of griffins, and a pair of lion-like eyes, wouldn't it be more handsome?"

Both of them were stunned.

"Lions don't have vertical pupils." Lu Ping was expressionless, and with a wave of his wand, he sent a glass of water to Sirius.

"No?" Sirius wondered, "Isn't it a big cat?"

Harry said, "I can ask Hermione to give you a Christmas present too."

"Your little girlfriend? Thank you so much." Sirius smiled teasingly. "I haven't received a Christmas present in 13 years."

He didn't realize what this meant.

Harry waved his hand: "Actually, I have always wanted to ask one thing."

Both of them are serious.

"Did Snape participate in the killing of my mother?" Harry asked the question. He was always concerned about this, but it was difficult for him to ask about Sirius.

And now it's all settled.

The two hesitated.

"That slug Snape is indeed a vicious person." Sirius spoke first, shaking his head, "He's vile, vile, and all kinds of evil!"

"I don't know how he escaped the review of the Ministry of Magic and gained Dumbledore's trust. He became a professor at Hogwarts. It's really..."

Harry coughed twice: "You can scold later."

Sirius paused: "Although I really don't want to admit it, he probably won't kill Lily."

"Snape and James used to be rivals in love." Lupine said very euphemistically.

Sirius sneered: "That's not true! That's the rival in love. When did Snape and James come and go?"

"That stupid slug thinks he's very smart, he has no chance at all, so he just scolds..."

Lupine coughed heavily, interrupting Sirius.

"Go on." Harry waved his hand.

Sirius tilted his head: "This is not a good thing, there is no need to mention it."

No one spoke.

After a while, Sirius turned his head back furtively, and immediately met Harry's gaze, he sighed, and continued: "Actually, that was a long time ago."

"At that time, the relationship between James and Lily was not so good."

"We played a little joke on the slug."

"Of course, he fought back! Almost cut off James' ear with that magic spell."

"Lily had a pretty good relationship with Snape at that time. She was a bit nosy, so she helped Snape with a few words."

"Then the slug couldn't help it, and called Lily the dirtiest word ever."

Harry tentatively asked, "Mudblood?"

Sirius nodded.

"So when you were studying, you always bullied Snape?" Harry asked again, all the hatred was not groundless, Snape's hatred for himself at the beginning was more than the hatred for his rival's child.

Sirius was terrified, he looked at Lupine, but he didn't say anything.

Lupine sighed. He knew Harry's keenness, and what he was most afraid of was making guesses with just a few words, and then trying to guess the correct result bit by bit.

If I'm better, I can hide my expression to some extent.

But Sirius did not carry this function when it left the factory.

"Harry, you have to know that not every little wizard is as mature as you." Lupine said cautiously, "Your father is not as good as you. When he was young, he always played some pranks."

"Especially to Snape," Harry added, "because of my mother?"

"That's part of the reason." Lupine nodded. "Of course, there's also the reason why the Slytherins were prepared by Death Eaters at that time."

"But in the sixth and seventh grades, James became mature, and Lily chose to be with him."

Harry nodded: "You won't bully Snape anymore after that?"

Lupine's face froze: "Snape is the special one, but Lily won't know it."

"My father didn't just bully Snape, but other students?" Harry thought.

Lupine's face froze completely, not knowing how to explain it.

"Just a prank." Sirius was very relaxed, waving his hands indifferently, "just like you, some trivial pranks."

Lupine covered his face, wishing he could conjure a piece of dog chew and stuff it into his mouth.

Harry shook his head expressionlessly, "I never play tricks on people."

Sirius was stunned: "Then you will be locked up by the professors for five days a week."

"It's a make-up class." Harry explained, "It's just that under the guise of confinement, the professors can't show their partiality too clearly."

Sirius' face became strange: "So you never play pranks?"

"Never." Harry said firmly.

Lupine sighed, his voice helpless: "Sirius, Harry's personality is more like Lily's, and his brain is also like Lily's."

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