Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

These words made Flitwick twitch, and his expression became unnatural.

Harry looked at him deeply: "Professor, maybe you also have..."

"That's the Gryffindor sword!" Flitwick argued, "Even if you can't have the real one."

"Harry, you don't know how popular you are. As far as I know, Legnac sold more than a hundred crafts in the previous month."

"There are even quite a few of the same size."

Harry looked back at the workshop hidden by magic: "The Ministry of Magic didn't give me any dividends."

"Strictly speaking, the sword of Gryffindor still belongs to Hogwarts." Flitwick corrected, "They are just playing around."

Harry curled his lips: "It won't be until next year or the year after next."

"Have another drink?" Flitwick invited.

Harry shook his head: "I'm going to go home and have a look."

From the outside, Porter's old house has hardly changed from last year. The weeds are growing more vigorously, and the self-deceiving sign at the door has been removed.

Flitwick wasn't with him, and he wanted to have a few more drinks. The relaxed days like a month ago would probably be gone forever, and he had to enjoy the rest of the time while he was still busy.

Push the door and walk in.

"Harry?" Fremont's voice sounded.

"It's me, Grandpa." Harry answered him.

Fremont's voice became lighter: "You're back, Euphemia has been talking about you all the time, this year Hogwarts is not peaceful."

Harry sighed, "Hagrid told me that Hogwarts is the safest place in the world."

"Indeed," Fremont agreed.

"But I have encountered very unsafe things for two consecutive school years." Harry spread his hands blankly.

Fremont's voice froze: "This is just a special case. It's a very small probability that you ran into it. When James was in school, mysterious people were wreaking havoc, and Hogwarts has always been safe."

"I hope this year will be more peaceful." Harry sat up cross-legged under the portrait, "Grandpa, I have something to ask you."

Fremont said "hmm".

"Do you know Severus Snape?" Harry looked up, even if it was a moving portrait, no nostrils could be seen from this angle.

He didn't ask that question last year.

At that time, he thought that Snape was simply his father's rival in love, and it was not good to mention such a thing in front of his grandfather, or the late grandfather.

But now, the label of "rival in love" on Snape was not as pure as he thought.

"Snape?" Fremont was taken aback, "Is that thing still alive?"

"He's the Potions professor at Hogwarts now, didn't you know that?" Harry asked back.

Fremont shook his head: "I haven't left the old house for a long time, and Euphemia hasn't mentioned it."

He paused and gritted his teeth: "Dumbledore is so stupid, that kind of person can make him a professor at Hogwarts? No wonder the castle is not safe."

Harry said nothing.

Fremont went on.

"Let me think about it, Snape."

"Since the summer vacation of the first grade, James has been saying that he is not a good person, he is dirty and has a bad mouth. Of course, he is worse than you are now."

Speaking of this, Fremont sneered twice.

"In the third grade, James started to mention Lily, who was your mother. At that time, Lily didn't like James very much, and she got very close to Snape."

"But he is not a reliable person. Slytherin has never been a reliable house. During that period, they supported the mysterious man."

"Snape is no exception."

"Afterwards, James seldom mentioned him. He just heard that he became a Death Eater as soon as he graduated, and he was also trusted by the mysterious man."

Harry looked up sharply: "Death Eaters?"

He had always suspected that Snape had a connection with Voldemort, after all that unusual title - "Dark Lord", but he hadn't expected their relationship to be so close.

"Yes, a Death Eater." Fremont nodded, "I heard it very clearly, and more than once, James Chang and Xi... In short, he is indeed a Death Eater."

He ended the last sentence hastily, as if he almost mentioned someone who shouldn't be mentioned.

"I have to ask Euphemia to scold Dumbledore for me." Fremont spoke quickly, afraid that Harry would ask, "Damn it, how could he put a Death Eater in the castle, even if You-Know-Who It's already..."

Harry cut him off: "Snape killed my mother?"

Fremont was taken aback.

"Is that so?" Harry asked again.

Fremont hesitated: "This is different from what I know."

"Lily was at home all the time, protected by the Fidelity Curse, Snape couldn't possibly know the address, and if she killed her, it would be that person too."

"That person? My dad's friend, and also Snape's friend?" Harry continued to ask.

Fremont had a strange tone: "Friend?"

"No, no, Snape and him are not friends, but enemies, enemies who wish to kill each other, although they eventually became lackeys of the mysterious man."

Harry fell silent.

Grandpa is a portrait, so you can't ask him to know too much.

Between Snape and his mother's murder, there must be some secrets that he didn't know about.

"Who is that person, can you tell me?" After a while, when Fremont was thinking about how to comfort his grandson, Harry asked a new question.

It made Fremont want to get out of the portrait.

But he knew he couldn't escape.

Gritting his teeth, he spat out the name with difficulty: "Sirius Black."

"Black?" Harry was a little surprised, "The famous Slytherin family? How could he be friends with my dad?"

"It can also give him a chance to betray my father."

Gryffindor and Slytherin are incompatible, not to mention becoming friends, it is very difficult to sit down and chat peacefully.

"The Black family are all evil and old Slytherins, but Sirius Black is an exception." Fremont suppressed his anger, although now as a portrait, it is difficult for him to condense too strong emotions, "He is a Gryffindor."

"The Blacks don't like him very much, and he and James hit it off before they were sorted, and even lived in our house for a while."

"He is a very lively and thoughtful child. Both Euphemia and I regard him as our own son."

"But he's still a Black after all."

"James trusted him a lot and made him our family's secret keeper, but he turned around and told the mysterious man the address, asking him to come to the door."

"Fortunately, fortunately..."

"Harry, you survived, and others survived."

Harry closed his eyes, leaned his back against the wall, and said their names: "Sirius Black, Severus Snape."

"Harry, don't think about revenge." Fremont became nervous, "Black has been captured in Azkaban, and no wizard can escape from there."

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