Everyday Players at Hogwarts

I, Sirius, have been living on that night, the night James died.

The only reason I live is to atone for my sins.

After all, Peter, who killed James, and Voldemort, who killed their family, are dead, and the only thing I need to do is to atone for my sins.

Fortunately, old Crouch did not put me on trial, so I did not take the truth serum or have my memory read. To be honest, I am not very good at brain occlumency.

During the years in Azkaban, I kept recalling that painful night, which prevented me from losing my mind like others.

I knew that I was innocent, which was not a pleasant thought, so the Dementors did not suck it out of my mind.

This way I can keep my mind clear and know who I am, so I can torture my emotions better.

What's even more bizarre is that this actually helps me preserve my magic power.

So, if the situation around me makes me unbearable, too unbearable, I will transform in the cell and turn into a dog, because the Dementors can't see.

They are aware of people's emotions and feel how to approach people.

I want to stay sane all the time so that I can realize my sins.

Fortunately, although Dementors are creatures with the same intelligence as humans, they observe life through emotions, and most of my emotions are not like human emotions, not so complicated - I was in too much pain, and I turned into a dog when there was no one around.

This also made them think that I was losing my mind like everyone else there, so they were not worried.

During this period, I remember Dumbledore came several times.

He was really amazing.

He actually thought I was innocent and noticed something was wrong.

But I couldn't go out.

Surprisingly, he tried to read my memory directly later. Fortunately, maybe I was in too much pain, I successfully protected my brain, and he couldn't see anything.

How would James congratulate me when he knew I was so powerful?

I mastered the spell that Snotlout was best at, haha.

But this was also a happy emotion, and the faces of Snotlout and James quickly disappeared from my mind.

Unconsciously, I don't know how long it has been, it's like a dream.

I seemed to have left Azkaban, taken the truth serum, and had my memory read - it was like someone used a Muggle-speaking electric drill to drill my brain.

Electric drill, the annoying relatives of Lily's family are electric drillers, or drilling machines. James and I learned about this thing when he was going to meet them.

But the result of the meeting was very unpleasant.

It was really unpleasant, and what made me even more annoyed was that after I left Azkaban, happy memories kept coming to my mind, which made it so easy for me to read my memory.

I was released!

The confiscated property of the Black family was returned. The first thing I thought of was not because I cared about them, but because I hated them.

The reason I did this was because I vaguely remembered that these things were taken away by the Ministry of Magic and my cousin Narcissa and her husband. I was surprised that these things could come back.

For some reason, almost everyone knew my story, and they all regarded me as a hero.

Damn! James' death became my medal!

The respectful look in the eyes of every wizard was like a red-hot iron rod, piercing my heart fiercely.

There were also some stupid old-fashioned people who wanted to introduce me to a marriage partner.

Only then did I know that Phineas Nigellus, my most hated ancestor, had contributed a lot to this. A portrait!

I wanted to donate all of it, but Dumbledore reminded me that this might cause some people to lose their jobs, and I would also need these if I wanted to live with Harry when he came of age.

Harry! How could I forget that there was Harry! James' son!

For a moment, I forgot why I could only live with him when I came of age, and I didn't even notice it - no, I still noticed it, how could I not care about the name of Snape, the snotty one!

He became the head of Slytherin!

Isn't he a Death Eater?

He turned out to be a spy!

And it was certified by Dumbledore!

What would the snotty one do to James's child!

I met Harry when I went to James's house to play, and he looked just like James!

I want to go to Hogwarts!

Fortunately, Dumbledore allowed me, and I decided to take good care of myself first and drink some tonic potions.

But the potions are so cheap, is the price down? I didn't pay too much attention to it.

Kreacher was still alive, and the portrait of my stupid mother scolded me again.

But it doesn't matter, I'm going to see Harry, I want to have a good rest and eat well. I heard that day was the Quidditch final, and he seemed to be the seeker!

Just like James!

I didn't listen to what house he was in, but it must be Gryffindor!

Time soon came to Saturday, I changed my clothes, and before the game started, I met with Dumbledore and others-except Snotlout!

I also met Peeves, an old friend I haven't seen for a long time!

Filch, the old ghost, is not dead yet, and his cat is the same, so annoying!

I felt very unlucky, so I hid my figure with a black robe and came to the Quidditch field-Harry is a Ravenclaw!

But I didn't care, I just felt that James was flying on the field!

As expected of James' son, he won the Quidditch Cup!

Then, I found Peter, the Weasley kid's shoulder!

He's not dead! I'm going to kill him!

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No, Harry is here. If I had just been released from prison, I would have killed him directly.

But now, I want Harry to live with me, I have to be patient.

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Changed, everything changed.

Potter and Malfoy, Malfoy and Weasley became friends!

Mice can be bridesmaids for cats!

I accidentally told you my true feelings about Lily. Will Harry agree to live with me?

Never mind, there's still Peter!

Professor McGonagall is here. After I've done the superficial work, I'm going to kill this traitor directly!

Azkaban may be where I should stay. I don't want others to think I'm a hero. I'm a waste!

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That's a mouse!

Not Peter!

Let me die!

Sirius stood there in a daze, with his wand at his feet, and the students around him were driven away by Professor McGonagall.

Harry and the others seemed to say something, but it didn't matter.

"Sirius, go to my office with Potter." Professor McGonagall shook his shoulders and handed the wand to him. This sentence was like a ray of sunshine, temporarily breaking through the haze in Sirius' heart.

How familiar this sentence is, this is the most common sentence he and James heard when they were students!

So, his eyes were full of life again.

"Harry, you look exactly like James, but your eyes are like your mother." Sirius ignored Professor McGonagall and squatted down to say this to Harry, "Also, I'm sorry for saying bad things about your mother and your friends, and for wasting your time."