Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Then why didn't you tell me!"

Harry's deep voice was filled with uncontrollable anger, as if there were surging undercurrents lurking under the calm surface of the lake.

Ron looked at him with a worried look, and then at Clark, fearing that they would fight.

But Clark still said calmly: "So what if I tell you? It just adds to the trouble. Could it be that you can catch Black alone? You don't have the strength, Harry!"

"Okay, Clark, stop saying a few words," Ron quickly advised, "Harry, that's not what he meant."

Harry ignored him, just lowered his head and walked outside the bar alone, while still muttering, "Yeah, I'm too weak..."

Hermione and the others followed him, not daring to make a sound, watching him disappear into the Honeydukes candy store, then turned around and walked back to the castle.

Harry was not very clear about how he returned to Honeydukes' cellar, how he got into the tunnels, and how he entered the castle again.

He only knew that his journey back seemed to take no time, and he didn't even notice what he did in the meantime, because his mind was filled with what he had just heard.

Why didn't anyone tell him?

Dumbledore, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, Cornelius Fudge... His parents were betrayed and died by their best friend. Why had no one ever told him about this?

"Don't you understand? You are just a child. You don't have the strength. They are also afraid that you will take risks." Clark's voice rang in Harry's mind.

Am I too weak? Can I resurrect my mother?

No! I will definitely be able to resurrect my mother, I need more power! And Blake...

During dinner, Clark and others who returned from Hogsmeade finally saw Harry. Hermione, Neville, and Ron had been watching him uneasily.

Because Percy was sitting nearby, few of them dared to mention what they overheard, and they had no appetite for dinner.

After they finished eating, they went upstairs back to the crowded common room, only to find that George and Fred were so happy that the end of term was coming that they planted six dung bombs at the door of the common room.

Even Clark was embarrassed by this disgusting thing. After they finished dealing with it, they found that Harry had returned to the dormitory.

Ron was worried about him and hurried back to the dormitory, leaving only Clark and Hermione in the lounge.

"Looking at you like this, there is definitely something hidden in this matter." The three of them found a sofa to sit down away from the students, and Hermione was the first to speak.

Clark looked at her and joked, "I find that you are getting to know me better and better. Tell me, have you fallen in love with me?"

Hermione spat, "Bah, ivory cannot come out of a dog's mouth. If this is love, then 'love' is too cheap."

"You won't tell the truth honestly.

Neville, who was sitting next to him, spoke up, "So you definitely concealed something from what you said to Harry." "

"I promise that what I tell you is all the truth!" Clark almost swore.

Hermione curled her lips indifferently, "You didn't tell a lie, but you didn't tell the whole story either."

She sharply pointed out the flaw in Clark's words, "You only said you knew about this matter, but you didn't say whether Fudge's story was correct or not."

"If you hadn't always told us the truth, we wouldn't be friends with you." Neville also answered.

"That's because you have good taste." Clark smiled and waved his hand, and the teapot flew over not far away.

Hermione poured herself some tea.

"Don't change the subject!" She cooed, "What exactly is this situation? Tell us."

"You guys, this is people's privacy..."

"Cut the nonsense! We care about Harry."

"Okay, okay, I say."

Clark leaned against the sofa, his face illuminated by the flames in the fireplace. "What Fudge described is not wrong, but he got a fundamental issue wrong."

"What is it?" Neville asked curiously.

When Hermione heard what he said, her smart mind suddenly started to make some guesses, "You mean... about Black being the secret keeper?"

"Isn't he the Secret Keeper?" Neville asked.

"Of course, according to normal people's logic, it is definitely safest to let one's most trusted friend be the secret keeper."

Hermione analyzed, "But it doesn't rule out that some people are smart and want to do the opposite: since everyone else thought he would choose Black, he chose not to choose Black, but chose someone who was least noticed... …No one could have imagined…”

"Peter Pettigrew?"

"Peter Pettigrew!"

Her and Neville's voices sounded almost at the same time, and they both looked at Clark.

Clark crossed his legs, picked up the tea cup, gently blew away the foam on the tea, took a sip, and then said: "Not bad, very smart, you basically guessed it right."

"So Black knew that Peter Pettigrew was the Secret Keeper and went to seek revenge from him that day?"

"Why can't he tell?"

"The Ministry of Magic put him in Azkaban without investigating?"

"Why didn't you tell Harry about this?"

"Does Principal Dumbledore know about this?"

The two of them kept asking questions, and Clark had to press his hand down, "You ask so many questions, how can I answer them? Besides, the things behind this are very complicated, and they are not as obvious as they appear on the surface." It’s that simple.”

“First of all, I am always skeptical of any information circulating in the market.

Because as long as words are spoken from the mouths of intelligent creatures, they will always have subjective views. When we describe something, we will not add our own understanding to it, and we can rarely be truly objective, neutral, and unbiased. Not leaning.

Just like who is Blake in this matter? He is the eldest son of the Black family.

What about the Black family? It is one of the largest, oldest and richest pure-blood wizarding families in the UK, and a member of the Twenty-Eight Holy Clan.

This family is known for its passion for pure blood. Their family motto is 'Forever Pure'. Therefore, the Black family also has great contempt for Muggles, squibs, pure-blood traitors and Muggle-borns.

Because of this view, most of the Black family practiced and used dark magic, and they were supporters of Lord Voldemort during the First and Second Wizarding Wars. "

Regarding Clark's words, Neville, who also belongs to the twenty-eight sacred tribes, nodded in agreement.

"In this context, even though Black and Potter have been good friends since school, many people are still skeptical about him.

This is just like Snape, even if he did something good, if you tell him, will Harry and Ron believe it? Will those little Gryffindor wizards believe it? "

Hermione and Neville were silent.

"This is human nature, and wizards who are more rational and emotional are even more serious in this regard. Dual opposition, black and white, is their normal state."

Clark continued.

“So after putting aside these externally imposed labels and prejudices, let’s look at what Fudge said:

Voldemort wanted to deal with the Potters, who hid and announced that their secret keeper was Sirius Black.

After that, Voldemort found the Potters and killed them, then failed in the young Harry and fled.

After the tragedy, Hagrid came to the scene immediately and rescued Harry. Then he met Blake who came over, received the flying motorcycle as a gift from him, and escorted Harry to his aunt and uncle's home.

The next day, Black found Peter Pettigrew and clashed with him on the street, causing a huge explosion. Then Peter disappeared and was suspected to be dead. However, Black did not escape and was captured by the Ministry of Magic. He was directly arrested without trial. Imprisoned in Azkaban.

If this matter is said in this way, then think about it, what are the problems and doubts in it? "

Clark looked at the two of them, and Hermione said first:

“First of all, the Potters announced to the public that the Secret Keeper was Sirius Black, but they only claimed that there was no concrete evidence to prove this.

Second, there were only on-site witnesses to the conflict between Blake and Peter, and no body of the deceased was found. It is impossible to determine the cause of Peter's death and whether he was really dead.

Third, and most importantly, the Ministry of Magic has no legal awareness and a weak concept of the rule of law. It directly sentenced Black and sentenced him to life imprisonment without investigation, evidence collection and trial. This is inappropriate. They even No lawyer assigned one to Black! "

Neville also added: "After the so-called massacre, Black neither ran away nor resisted, which is unreasonable in itself. You know, under the circumstances at that time, the Ministry of Magic would reward him with a photograph at any time." The kiss of a ghost."

"Of course, based on these alone, we can only say that there were problems with the case more than ten years ago, but we cannot say that Black is absolutely innocent." Clark, "This is why I didn't tell Harry."

“When it comes to the death of his parents, no matter what we say, that’s retraumatizing him.

In addition, there is no tangible evidence that is enough to nail everything down. It is extremely difficult to help Black reverse the case. "

Clark put down his teacup and looked at them.

"Sirius Black is the eldest son of the Black family and the only remaining male heir of their family.

For this reason, officials from the Ministry of Magic did not impose the death penalty on him for the sake of the other twenty-seven holy wizard families.

But when Black was caught, most of their family's property was eaten up by the remaining wizard families.

It was simply a feast. The Black family's business, real estate, and shares were all divided up. If their ancestral home hadn't been protected by the Loyalty Curse, not even a single tile would have been saved.

And if Sirius Black's case is really overturned, I'm afraid the wizard family, whose mouths are full of oil after feasting on the corpses of the Black family, will not be so easy to agree.

Even Black's escape from prison made these people fearful, fearing that he would run out to seek revenge on them.

This is why the Ministry of Magic is so nervous and would rather spend so much effort to catch him. "

"Then do we still need to tell Harry? Or Principal Dumbledore?" Neville asked.

"No, Harry won't listen to it now. As for Principal Dumbledore, he may not be suspicious of this matter, but he is also not easy to speak out."

"Then what do you want to do?" Hermione asked suddenly.

When it comes to who knows Clark best in the world, Hermione dares to say the first, but no one dares to say second. She believes that apart from these obvious reasons, Clark must have other plans.

"I have to find Blake first. To be honest, there is something in their family that I urgently need. If he is really wronged, I will help him clarify the truth of the matter and restore his innocence. If not, then I will too You'll be doing Harry a favor by catching him."

Of course Clark knew that Black was wrongly accused, but he couldn't produce evidence now. Everything had to be evidence. Even he couldn't take advantage of Hermione and others' trust in him and just ask them to listen to him.

Doing so will, on the one hand, weaken the two people's ability to think independently and make them dependent. On the other hand, if what he says is not consistent, it will also greatly lose his credibility.

Hearing Clark's words, Hermione also nodded. They talked for a while about how to find and deal with Black, then stood up to say goodbye and returned to their dormitories.

Clark and Neville pushed open the door to the boys' dormitory. As soon as they entered, they saw Ron sitting on the edge of the bed, looking across from him nervously.

On the bed opposite him that belonged to Harry, the curtains had already been drawn up, and there was only a vague figure lying there, motionless.

"How is he?" Clark stepped forward and asked Ron in a low voice.

Ron shook his head and said he didn't know, "I asked just now, but he didn't reply to me. Maybe he fell asleep."

The three of Clark looked at each other again and could only take off their robes and lie down on their beds.

After a silent night, Clark and Neville got up early the next morning. After they finished their run and had breakfast, Harry was still not up.

Today is the first day of vacation. Most of the students in the dormitory have gone back. Clark and the others stayed in the common room. Ron took Neville to play magic cards there, while Hermione and Clark spread out their homework. Three tables were filled.

Just like that, when lunch was approaching, the sound of footsteps came from the spiral staircase.

Ron looked up and saw that it was Harry who was fully clothed.

"Where has everyone gone?" Harry asked.

"Let's go! It's the first day of vacation, remember?" Ron said, observing Harry's expression, "It's almost time for lunch, and I was going to wake you up."

Harry plopped down on the chair by the fireplace. White snowflakes were still flying outside the window. Hermione's pet cat Crookshanks was lying on the warm fireplace like a big ginger fur blanket.

Hermione looked at his expressionless face and finally said:

"Harry, you - you look ugly."

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