harry potter book of crimes

Speaking of which, Maka could only remember a rough idea of ​​Sirius Black's unjust imprisonment. But once the result was known, it would naturally be much easier to look up the data and deduce the course of the incident than to analyze it from the beginning.

However, the professors were almost completely unconvinced by Macca's arguments.

Among them, Hagrid had the most violent reaction.

"I have met him!" Hagrid said loudly, "Before that happened, I must have been the last person to see him!"

"After those people were killed, I rescued Harry from James and Lily's house! He was in the ruins of that house... The poor little thing, there was a long wound on his forehead

, and his parents are both dead..."

"That's when Sirius Black showed up, riding his usual hoverbike! I never could figure out what he was doing there - I didn't know he was James and Lily's secret keeper."

"At that time, I thought he heard the news about the attack by the mysterious man and went there to help his good friends! At that time, his face was pale and his whole body was shaking..."

At this point, Hagrid suddenly roared: "Do you know what I did? I comforted the murderous traitor!"

"Hagrid, don't!" said Professor McGonagall, "lower your voice!"

"Oh - sorry, Maka, I'm not angry with you," Hagrid put his thick arm around Maka's shoulder, "You are too young to understand that good people and bad people are sometimes hard to distinguish.

Clearly – I was wrong then!”

"But at that time, how did I know that he wasn't sad for Lily and James - he was concerned about You-Know-Who!" Hagrid said frustratedly, "Then he said, 'Give Harry to me, Hagrid, I am

His godfather, I will take care of him -'."

"Ha! But Dumbledore told me, so I said to Black, 'No, Dumbledore said Harry should go to his aunt and uncle.' Of course Black didn't agree, but I kept insisting, and finally he gave in -

—He asked me to take Harry there on his motorcycle."

“‘I don’t need this motorcycle anymore,’ I remember him saying that very clearly!”

"I should have known that there was something fishy here. He loved that motorcycle. Why did he give it to me? Why did he no longer need the motorcycle? It couldn't be easier to understand. - Dumble

Lido knew that he had been the Potters' secret keeper! Black knew that he was going to run for his life that night, and that the Ministry of Magic would be hunting him down in a few hours!"

"But what if I gave Harry to him? I bet he would have thrown Harry off the motorcycle and into the ocean on the way! His best friend's son!"

Having said this, Hagrid lowered his head in depression, took a big gulp of wine and stopped talking.

There was a long silence.

After a while, Ms. Rosmerta couldn't bear it anymore and asked again: "So, what exactly is the curse of loyalty?"

"That is a very profound spell," Maka explained. "The principle involves souls and contracts, and it may even be possible to reconcile..."

At this point, Maka paused, and then continued: "Well, to put it simply, it is to use magic to hide a secret in the soul of a living person. This secret is hidden in the chosen person, that is, 'keep it secret'

In people's hearts, as long as the secret keeper refuses to reveal it, others will never know what the secret is hiding."

At this time, Professor Flitwick continued: "Yes, as long as the Secret Keeper refuses to speak, even if the mysterious man searches the village where the Potters have lived for many years, I will never find them - even if he is on the glass outside the couple's living room.

Even if I flatten my nose on the window, I can’t find it!”

Maka couldn't help but glance at Flitwick.

I don’t see it, maybe Flitwick can be a professor of divination or something - Voldemort’s nose did become flat afterward!

Ms. Rosmerta was very happy that she knew so many secrets. She couldn't help but comfort her: "But he didn't find a way to hide, did he? The Ministry of Magic caught him the next day!"

"Oh, if only we had caught him," Fudge said bitterly. "It wasn't us who found him. It was Peter Pettigrew, another friend of Potter's. He must have been beside himself with grief - he

Knowing that Black had been the Potters' secret keeper, he went after Black himself."

"Peter Pettigrew...that chubby little boy, the one who followed them at Hogwarts?" Rosmerta asked.

"He worships Potter and Black as heroes," said Professor McGonagall. "In terms of intelligence, he has never been one of their group. I am often very cruel to him. You can imagine when I know-"

Her voice was stiff, as if she had suddenly caught a cold.

"In fact, I can't believe that he is the secret keeper and the one who betrayed the Potters." Professor McGonagall said with red eyes, "That little guy has always been so timid, how could he

maybe--"

"Yes! He was brave only once, but just once -" Hagrid agreed and suddenly sobbed violently.

"Well, Minerva," Fudge said comfortingly, "Peter Pettigrew is a hero! The witnesses at the time - I mean the Muggles on the street, we naturally erased their memories afterwards -

They described how Peter Pettigrew drove Black to the edge. Peter sobbed: 'Lily and James...Sirius! How could you do that!' and he picked up his wand - and, of course, Black

Much faster than him, Peter was blown to pieces!"

Professor McGonagall blew her nose and said excitedly: "Stupid boy, stupid boy... He always does terrible things in duels! The Ministry of Magic should do it..."

"I tell you, if I catch Black before Peter Pettigrew, I won't need a wand - I'll break his limbs one by one!" Hagrid roared.

"You don't even know what you're talking about, Hagrid!" Fudge said sharply, "Only trained hitters from the Magical Law Enforcement Team may be able to defeat Black before he reaches the point of desperation! At that time, I was a magician

Deputy Minister of Disasters, and I was also one of the first people to rush to the scene after Blake killed so many people. I - I will never forget that scene."

"Sometimes I dream about it! There is a big hole in the middle of the street, so deep that the sewer pipes below are broken - there are corpses everywhere! Muggles are screaming, and Black stands there laughing maniacally, Peter Pettigrew

The remains of the body lay before him. A pile of blood-stained robes and a few—"

"Oh... not many pieces..."

Fudge suddenly stopped talking, and what followed was the sound of five people blowing their noses.

Maka looked at them and blinked, wondering if he needed to cooperate or something.

In fact, his goal has already been achieved.

Maka had no intention of convincing them. All his words were meant for Blake outside the window. When he saw the window glass move, he knew that today's plan had been completely completed.

Now, he just needs to drink the sweet butterbeer and leave here normally, that's all.

When the adults were about to get up and leave, Maka sent them an invitation to the outdoor party tonight.

Whether it was to bless the graduates or to protect the students from being disturbed by dementors, at least the professors were willing to attend the party.

Even Minister of Magic Fudge agreed to Maka's wish to show up at the party!

As the door of the tavern was opened and another gust of snow was swept into the house, they all walked out of the Three Broomsticks. After Maka said goodbye to them, she left in the other direction.

When Maka passed by the entrance of the alley next to him, Blake was hiding in the shadows, staring at Maka, wondering what he was thinking.

…

Harry didn't know exactly how he returned to Honeydukes' cellar and how he got into the tunnel and entered the castle again.

All he knew was that the return trip seemed to take no time, and that he hardly noticed what he was doing because his mind was so full of what he had just heard.

Why didn't anyone tell him? Dumbledore, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, Cornelius Fudge...even Maka! They all knew that his parents were betrayed by their best friends.

And die!

But why has no one ever told him about this?

Ron and Hermione were worried about Harry, so they followed him all the way back to Hogwarts. They watched Harry uneasily, but didn't know what to say.

During dinner, Ron and Hermione discovered that the number of students dining in the hall today was a bit sparse - many people had gone to attend the open-air party hosted by Maka.

After the meal, Harry quietly went to the empty dormitory and walked towards his bedside table.

He pushed the book aside and quickly found what he was looking for - it was a leather-bound photo album that Hagrid had given him two years ago, which contained magical photos of his parents.

He sat on the bed, closed the curtains around the bed, and started flipping through the photo album page by page until...

He stopped at the photo of his parents on their wedding day. His dad was waving to him, smiling broadly, his messy black hair that Harry had inherited sticking up in all directions.

There is also a mother in the photo, her cheeks glowing with joy because of happiness. She and her father are standing side by side, arm in arm, and... that must be him, their best man!

Harry had never thought about him before.

If he didn't know it was the same person, he would never have guessed that the person in the old photo was Blake.

His face was not sunken and sallow like the Ministry of Magic notices, he was handsome and smiling.

Was he already serving Voldemort when this photo was taken? Was he already planning to kill the two people around him? He knew that he had to face 12 years of life in Azkaban, and facing this

12 years that made him unrecognizable?

Harry closed the photo album with a snap, reached out and stuffed it into the bedside table.