Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The actors on the stage sang babble, and the tourists under the stage listened with gusto.

At this time, it was the late 1990s, and the exchanges between the East and the West were not very frequent, let alone between the Ministry of Magic of various countries.

Therefore, everyone feels very novel when watching this legendary story that is well-known in the British magic world, which is performed by Chinese dramas.

At this time, the drama on the stage continued, and the audience off the stage also gathered more and more.

With the increase of personnel, Huolong Park, which has always advocated "service first", naturally responded.

The staff of the park management office first came to cast the spell, expanding the space around the stage so that it could accommodate more spectators, and then cooperated with the spell to create a high stepped bleacher that surrounds the stage.

In order to make the audience watch more comfortable and relaxed.

"Hey, Harry, look at this!"

In the crowded crowd, Harry and Ron, who had just passed the front, were holding a lemon ice cream each.

Inside the yellow chocolate shell is a dense, cold lemon ice cream, followed by a sweet and sour jam.

Taking a bite, three different textures and tastes directly give people the most wonderful feeling. Sure enough, sweets are the best choice for people to be happy.

The two walked on the lively shopping street, feeling the relaxed atmosphere brought by the end of the semester.

Suddenly, Ron discovered the huge circular building at the end of the road, and curiously leaned over, and immediately called Harry over after hearing the sound from inside.

"Kill Harry Potter~"

"Kill James Potter."

"I used the Brave Loyalty Magic Spell~"

"Who would have thought that the secrecy person would choose the wrong-"

Hearing a story about himself, Harry walked into the theater involuntarily, and together with Ron, found a relatively front seat and sat down.

"There's only one Harry Potter man left~"

Behind the scenes, even after so many years have passed, and watching others perform this scene again, the black dog that Sirius Black has changed is still depressed, with tears in his eyes.

At this time on the stage, the performance has come to an end, with a huge flying motorcycle rumbled down from the sky, the first act of Peking Opera "Harry Potter" also came to an end.

On the curtain, the actors left the stage, and the actors in the next scene began to prepare. Taking advantage of this gap, the audience in the stands talked about the performance they had never seen before.

Ron saw that Harry's originally very happy face was also pulled down at this time, and he seemed very depressed, and quickly changed the subject.

"It's a really weird play, but it's also really interesting, and it's Clark who came up with this stuff."

Harry didn't listen to Ron's words seriously, he just said to himself, "Black is still at large."

"Harry, we're all on vacation," said Ron uneasily.

"Black is still at large!" Harry looked at Ron excitedly. "No news since the last time he broke into Hogwarts Castle."

"Or, he was going to attack me outside of school after my vacation.

Or, he just gave up, and he's on his way to find Voldemort! "

Harry's words made Ron twitch uncomfortably.

"It's You-Know-Who, Harry, can we leave that name alone?

And the Ministry of Magic will definitely protect you. Even if you have summer vacation, I believe they will arrange for someone to protect you by your side. "

Ron was talking to Harry. On the stage, the second act of the Peking Opera "Harry Potter" had already progressed, and the first actor to take the stage shocked everyone present.

I saw that most of his whole person was shrouded in darkness, only a beam of light from the top of his head hit his face, so that everyone could see his face clearly.

Dirty tousled hair fell to his elbows, and he looked like a corpse if it weren't for the light of the eyes in the sunken eye sockets.

The waxy-white skin tightened on the cheekbones, like a thin skeleton, with a wide mouth grinning, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

This is Sirius Black!

Everyone was startled by his appearance, and then quickly applauded. In their opinion, this must be the appearance of an actor who relied on magic to change.

Even Harry and Ron in the stands thought so. After all, this is a large theater where hundreds of people gather, and Blake is a criminal wanted by the Ministry of Magic. How dare he do this.

After getting used to the dark environment, everyone saw that Blake was kneeling on the ground, his hands still bound by chains.

"Sirius, tell me the cause and effect of this!" An ethereal narration sounded in the theater.

"I was originally ~ Sirius Bu ~ Lek, Azka ~ Ben, tormented.

When I was young at Hogwarts, I was a classmate with your parents. "

Blake's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't used it for a long time.

"And Peter Pettigrew, I blame him for framing me~Subject to Voldemort, full name Tom Marvolo Riddle~"

There was a lot of discussion on the originally quiet stage, and the lyrics of "Black" were beyond their expectations, but some people also believed that this might just be an artificial conflict.

The performance on stage continued.

"The Dark Lord is a ~dog traitor~

Kill your daddy and mummy, James and Lily, at Godric.

Little Harry, little Potter ~ don't listen to the wicked ~ bewitched ~ tempted.

I'm your godfather, and I care about you~~"

The gongs and drums sounded, and another figure appeared next door to Blake's words.

No, maybe I didn't know it was a figure, because the red-haired boy in the Hogwarts uniform was obviously still holding a little mouse in his hands.

The mouse was skinny, and the fur on its body had fallen off in large chunks, revealing its pinkish-red skin, and it looked pitiful because it lacked a paw.

Originally, in this dim situation, the audience could not notice these, but under the gathering of lights and the magnified display of magic, everyone could see it clearly.

"This is—Banban?"

"This is you-"

Ron and Harry asked in unison, looking at each other, both seeing surprise and surprise in the other's eyes.

However, the performance on the field would not stop because of their reactions. The little boy took the mouse and walked not far from Blake.

The spotlight was cast on him, just as Black had just finished singing, the mouse in the little red-haired wizard's hand seemed to be going crazy, struggling to jump from his hand to the ground.

Then, the next moment, the audience saw a magical scene.

Like a fast-moving shot of a tree growing, first a head comes out, and then the limbs come out.

In less than a moment, a man stood where the mouse had been, wincing and wringing his hands.

It was a very small man, not much taller than Harry and Ron, with a mess of thin, dull hair and a large bald spot on his head.

He looks wrinkled, like a fat man who has lost a lot of flesh in a short period of time, his skin is very dirty, almost the same as the fur of the mouse just now, his pointy nose and watery mung bean eyes are still a bit mouse-like. Characteristics.

Some young wizards may only think that this is a magical trick, but among the parents who accompanied the watch, there are still adult wizards who know how to do it.

"Illegal Animagus!" This was the voice of a wizard who happened to be working in the Ministry of Magic's Dangerous Magic Management Office and was in charge of the registration of special talents.

"Peter Pettigrew!" cried a witch who had worked with Peter Pettigrew's mother.

In this quiet theater, the voices of the two of them could be heard far away, so almost everyone could hear them.

"What's happening here?"

Ron turned his head to look at Harry in shock, how could his mouse suddenly become a man? And this person is Peter Pettigrew, the hero once killed by Sirius Black?

Harry naturally also felt that his three views were shattered, what was the situation?

Soon, everyone present will know the answer.

After the petite star Peter turned into a human, he shook his head, as if he had just woken up from a sleep, and was still a little dazed.

"Hello, Peter—" Blake's words were like a cold wind blowing from hell, making Peter Pettigrew completely awake.

His pupils began to focus and shrink, "Little - Sirius..."

Blake, who was kneeling in the shadows, startled him. Fortunately, the empty hands and the chains on his hands made him feel a little relieved.

here is that?

Peter Pettigrew thought about it in his head, and glanced around nervously.

The pitch-black stands were filled with shadows and shadows, and everyone was staring at him, as if a huge group trial was going on.

Peter's breath was short, and Harry saw his eyes go straight to the exit below the stage.

"You have nothing to say about what I just said?"

This time, Blake didn't use that kind of peculiar Chinese drama emphasis, and just said normal words.

So the sense of drama is a lot less, and the audience feels more real.

"No one's going to believe you..." Pettigrew said quickly, and Harry saw beads of sweat on his pale face. "You're lying!"

"Liar? Hehe!"

Blake's face looked more like a skeleton, his unfathomable eyes fixed on Peter Pettigrew.

"In front of so many people, we could have cleared up a question or two, couldn't we? Unless—"

"You're trying to kill me again!" Peter screamed suddenly, pointing at Blake.

Harry saw he was using his **** because he didn't have an index finger.

"It was you who killed Lily and James, and now you want to kill me...you brought me here! Where is this place, the Dark Lord's evil lair?"

Compared to Sirius Black, who has always been calm, Peter Pettigrew's performance raised eyebrows.

Sometimes that's the way it is, when people face rigorous reality, they always believe that there are all kinds of absurd coincidences and reasons in this world.

And when watching absurd dramas, you will think that those out-of-the-way coincidences and dramas are very reasonable.

Just like now, if this happened to them in a real scene, they would definitely attack Black and rescue Peter Pettigrew.

Others may not be sure, but Harry will definitely not be able to resist.

However, after watching a play and telling themselves that it was just a fake performance, they could get away from it and look at it with a calmer and more objective attitude.

And in this calm state, many smart viewers quickly discovered the strangeness in the performance story.

Peter Pettigrew was too nervous, and he was not at all righteous and confident like a hero.

"This actor's acting skills are too bad," some audience members who had studied drama performances also complained to their friends next to them, "His aura is too weak, and he was completely overwhelmed by the actor who played Blake. down."

On stage, the performance continues.

"I won't kill you, and nobody else will be able to kill you until we figure something out." Black said coldly.

"Understand?" Pettigrew screamed, looking around again in panic, bringing a guilty person to life.

His eyes flicked to the dark aisle, then to the back of the stage, which was covered by a heavy curtain.

"I knew for a long time that you would come to me! I knew you would come back. I have been waiting for twelve years!"

"Did you know that I would escape from Azkaban?" Black's eyes narrowed, as if to see him clearly in the dim environment.

"I don't remember your divination class being so good. You know, no one has ever done this before."

"You must have mastered black magic that we never dreamed of!" Peter Pettigrew cried sharply, "otherwise, how could you have escaped from there? I guess the man who can't even name it taught you a few tricks! "

Some wizards turned their questioning eyes to the actor Blake. Yes, Azkaban is the most terrifying prison in the magic world, and those dementors themselves are extremely dangerous black magic creatures.

No one has ever been able to escape from there, unless it is more dark and terrifying black magic given by mysterious people.

Blake laughed, a horrible, unhappy laughter that filled the theater and echoed over the stage.

"Voldemort? How many tricks did you teach me?"

Peter Pettigrew's body trembled, as if Blake's words just now turned into a leather whip and slapped him hard.

"What? Scared to hear your old master's name?" Black sneered. "Yeah, that's forgivable, Peter. His scumbags aren't too happy with you, are they?"

"I don't know--what are you talking about--nonsense, Sirius--"

Peter Pettigrew muttered disorderly in his mouth, his breathing became more rapid, like a huge bellows, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept dripping from his forehead.

This time, some astute people finally began to perceive something wrong.