Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Latest website: "A small glass of violet water——"

"Mine." Professor McGonagall's voice.

"Four pints of mead——"

"Thanks, Rosmerta," Hagrid said.

"A soda with ice and snail cherry syrup—"

"See you there!" said Professor Flitwick, smacking his lips.

"Then redcurrant rum is yours, Minister."

"Thank you, Rosmerta, darling," Fudge's voice said, "I must say, it's such a pleasure to see you again. Would you like to have a drink too? Come and sit with us... …”

"Well, thank you, Minister."

The crisp footsteps of high-heeled shoes gradually faded away, and after a while, they returned again.

Hermione and Neville looked at each other. They never imagined that they would meet professors and ministers here in the last week before the end of the semester.

Only Old God Clark was present and took another sip of butterbeer. Having read the original novel, he certainly knew that Harry would not only meet several professors this time, but also learn the so-called "truth" about that incident from their mouths. ".

What happened next was just like the original work. Mrs. Rosmerta got up and took the lead in asking about Sirius Black.

She also complained about the impact on her store business due to the dementor raids.

In this regard, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick also expressed their opinions on how their existence affects campus teaching.

However, as we talked about this topic, we talked about Blake's past, that is, that incident back then.

Following the revelations from several professors and the Minister of Magic, Hermione, Neville, Ron, and Harry who were sitting next to them, as well as Harry who was hiding under the table, also concentrated on holding their breaths.

"You don't know half of the truth about that incident, Rosmerta." Fudge's voice was very easy to distinguish. "Few people know the worst thing he has ever done."

"The worst?" Ms. Rosmerta's voice was full of curiosity.

"Are you saying it's worse than killing so many poor innocent Muggles?"

"Of course," Fudge replied.

"You said you still remember what he looked like when he was at Hogwarts, Rosmerta," Professor McGonagall's voice prompted from the side, "then do you still remember who his best friend was at that time?"

"Of course I remember," Ms. Rosmerta chuckled. "The two are inseparable, aren't they? A good pairing, Sirius Black and James Potter!"

There was a soft clang under the table where Clark and others were sitting. It was the cup in Harry's hand that fell to the ground, and Ron had to kick him as a reminder.

"That's right," said Professor McGonagall. "Black and Potter are the leaders of their little group. They are both very smart and very naughty. I don't think we have ever seen such a pair of troublemakers -"

"I wonder," chuckled Hagrid, "if Fred and George Weasley could give them a serious run for their money."

"Yes, yes, if you had seen the two of them, you would even think that Black and Potter were biological brothers!" Professor Flitwick immediately interjected, "They are almost inseparable!"

"Isn't that right," Fudge's voice sounded, "Potter trusted Black more than any of his friends. When he married Lily Potter, Black was the best man, and later they made that guy Harry 's godfather. Of course, Harry didn't know this."

"I know now." Clark muttered secretly in his heart. Fudge, a big talker, probably didn't expect that the world was so lucky that the person involved was right next door to them.

At this time he was still saying, "But you can believe how much torture and pain these things will bring to Harry when he knows this."

"Is it because Blake later formed a group with the mysterious man?" Rosmerta asked in a low voice.

"It's worse than that, honey..." Fudge lowered his voice and muttered in a low voice, and Ron and others had to lean slightly.

"Not many people know that at that difficult time, the mysterious man was looking for the Potters.

Fortunately, Dumbledore still had some capable spies who confided the information to him, so he immediately warned the Potters and suggested that they hide.

Of course, it is not easy to avoid the tracking of the mysterious man, so Dumbledore also told them that using the Red Loyalty Curse is the best way. "

"What's the use of that spell?" Ms. Rosmerta asked curiously.

As the Charms teacher, Professor Flitwick immediately cleared his throat and explained.

"It is a very complex spell that can use magic to hide a secret in the soul of a living person to ensure that the secret will never be discovered.

Of course, unless the secret keeper chooses to leak the secret himself, as long as he doesn't tell, the mysterious man will never be able to find Lily and James even if he searches the village where they live for hundreds or thousands of years, even if he puts his nose to it. Outside their living room window! "

"So, Black is the Potters' secret keeper?"

"Of course," said Professor McGonagall, "this was James Potter's request at the time."

"I still remember Dumbledore telling me that James Potter said that Black would rather die than tell where they were, and Black himself planned to hide... But Dumbledore was not reassured, and he even Offered to personally serve as the Potters' confidential keeper."

"He suspected Black?" Ms. Rosmerta asked in surprise.

"He concluded that someone among the people around the Potters must be tipping off the mysterious person." Professor McGonagall said gloomily.

"A lot of things happened at that time, and we fell into a passive situation, so for a long time before that, he suspected that someone on our side had become a traitor and told a lot of information to the mysterious person."

"But James insisted on using Black, didn't he?"

"Well, yes," Fudge said gravely, "it turns out that Dumbledore was right. The Fidelity Charm was only cast for less than a week, and then you all knew-"

"Blake betrayed them?" Rosmerta asked in a low voice.

"He did betray his good friend and betrayed the trust of Mr. and Mrs. Potter.

Gu Tan

Perhaps because Black was tired of being a double agent, he was ready to publicly declare his support for You-Know-Who, and it seemed that he was still planning to announce it as soon as the Potters were dead.

But we all also know that the mysterious man lost his hands on little Harry. He lost his magic power, was extremely weak, and had no choice but to escape.

This puts Black in a dilemma. He has just exposed his true nature as a traitor, and his master has fallen.

He had no choice but to flee—"

"Despicable, dirty traitor!" Hagrid's voice echoed in the bar, startling everyone present.

"Keep your voice down, Hagrid!" Professor McGonagall quickly warned.

"I met him!" Hagrid still roared, he was already caught up in his own emotions, "Just before he killed many people, I must be the last person to see him!"

His voice became more choked as he spoke, "After James and Lily died, I was the one who rescued little Harry from his family's house! I just picked him up from the ruins, the poor little thing, He was still so young, with a long wound on his forehead, and his parents were both dead..."

Hagrid rambled on about what happened that night more than ten years ago. The roar was so loud that Professor McGonagall had to cast magic to weaken the volume.

"I should have thought at that time that there was something fishy about this. That motorcycle was his most beloved thing, why would he give it to me..."

"Fortunately, I didn't hand little Harry over to him, otherwise I don't know what terrible things would have happened!

When a wizard takes refuge in the dark forces, he will ignore everything and recognize no one..."

After Hagrid's story, the room next door fell into silence.

Several people on Clark's side also looked at each other. Ron couldn't let go and looked under the table, but saw nothing. Because of the invisibility cloak, he didn't know what Harry looked like at the moment.

"But he didn't escape, did he? The Ministry of Magic caught him the next day!" said Ms. Rosmerta with a hint of glee.

"Well, it would be nice if it was really us." Fudge said bitterly. "It wasn't us who found him. It was Peter Pettigrew, another friend of the Potters. He must have been very sad at the time, knowing that Black was Potter. The couple’s secret keeper, so he went after Blake himself.”

"Peter Pettigrew! That chubby little boy, the one who followed them all the time at Hogwarts?" Mrs. Rosmerta recalled it and then asked uncertainly.

"Yes, he regards Potter and Black as heroes," said Professor McGonagall, "but in terms of talent, he has never been on the same level as them. I was even very harsh on him before. You can imagine that I - How much I regret now..."

Professor McGonagall's voice was thickly nasal, sounding like she had a cold.

"Well, Minerva," said Fudge gently, "Peter Pettigrew died a heroic death. The witnesses - the Muggles - said that Peter Pettigrew intercepted Black, questioned him, and then He pulled out his wand. Of course, Black was faster than him and blew Peter Pettigrew into pieces first..."

McGonagall blew her nose and said excitedly: "That silly boy... He is always terrible at duels... He should let the Ministry of Magic take action..."

"I tell you, if I had caught Black before Peter Pettigrew, I wouldn't have used a wand - I would have torn him into pieces - piece by piece!" said Hagrid gruffly.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Hagrid."

Fudge used his sharp voice to recount the details of Bob Black's capture, which no one present knew.

"...There were corpses everywhere, Muggles screaming...Black stood there laughing maniacally...the bodies were gone, shattered to pieces...just a pile of blood-stained robes and a few - a few fragments -"

As if he couldn't bear the cruel scene, Fudge's voice suddenly stopped, and only the sound of five people blowing their noses could be heard.

"That's it, Rosmerta," Fudge said hoarsely. "In the end Black was taken away by twenty members of the Magical Legal Investigation Team, and Peter Pettigrew was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class. I guess it was poor for him. It’s somewhat of a comfort to my mother.”

Ms. Rosmerta let out a long sigh.

"So, is he really crazy, Minister?"

"I hope I can say yes," Fudge said slowly. "I believe that the downfall of his master caused him to become insane for a period of time. Otherwise, he would not have killed Peter Pettigrew and so many other people. The melon thing, that’s quite cruel and senseless.”

"But... I met him last time when I went to inspect Azkaban."

Hagrid's huge body couldn't help but tremble.

"You also know that most of the prisoners there are sitting in dark corners talking to themselves, without normal consciousness... But I was surprised to find that Blake seemed to be normal.

He was very organized when he talked to me, and you might even think he was just bored—asking me if I had finished reading the newspaper, how calm I wanted to be, and that he really wanted to do the crossword puzzle in the newspaper.

Really, I was almost taken aback and it made me uneasy.

The dementors had almost no influence on him - you have to remember that he was one of the most closely guarded prisoners there, with dementors guarding his door day and night. "

"But what do you think he wants to do when he escapes from prison?" Rosmerta asked, "Isn't it... that he wants to defect to the mysterious man?"

"I daresay this is his - oh - ultimate plan," Fudge said vaguely, "but I hope we can catch him before then. The thought of You-Know-Who gaining his most loyal servant makes me I shudder..."

At this moment, there was a slight clang of glass against wood, and someone put down the cup.

"You know, Connelly, if you are going to have dinner with the Headmaster, then we'd better return to the castle now." Professor McGonagall's voice concluded the chat.

Soon, with the sound of chairs being pulled up and the sound of footsteps disappearing, a blizzard rolled in again, and then the room next door to Clark and the others fell into complete silence.

Obviously, the teachers are gone.

"Harry?"

Ron bent down again, but Harry suddenly appeared from the empty chair next to him. It turned out that he had already crawled out from under the table.

"Harry, are you... okay?" Hermione and Neville looked at Harry sitting there blankly, not knowing what to say.

Several people sat with him for a while. Ron wanted to say something several times, but did not dare to speak. Finally, Clark said, "I think we have to go back before the event time."

Harry stood up without saying a word. He was about to take a step, but suddenly stopped, and his originally dull pupils began to focus, falling on Clark's calm face, "You know all this, Yeah?"

"Yes, I do know part of this matter." Clark's voice was still so calm and reliable.

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