Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Speaking of which, about Sirius Black's injustice and imprisonment, Maca just remembered it.But once the result is known, it is naturally much easier to look up the information and deduct the event process than to analyze it from scratch.

However, the professors almost didn't believe Maca's argument at all.

Among them, Hagrid's reaction was the most intense.

"I met him!" Hagrid said loudly, "Before that happened, I must be 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... Poor little thing, with a long wound on his forehead , And his parents are dead..."

"At that moment, Sirius Black appeared and rode on his usual flying motorcycle! I never knew what he was doing there—I didn't know he was the secret of James and Lily."

"At the time I thought he had heard the news that the mysterious man had launched an attack. He was there to help his good friend! He was pale and trembling..."

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

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

"Oh-sorry, Maca, I'm not angry with you," Hagrid put his thick arm around Maca's shoulder. "You are too young to understand that good people and bad people are sometimes difficult to distinguish. Clear-I made a mistake at the time!"

"But at the time, how did I know that he was not sad for Lily and James—he cared about mysterious people!" Hagrid said frustratedly, "Then he said,'Give me Harry, Hagrid, I am His godfather, I will take care of him--'."

"Ha! But Dumbledore told me, so I said to Blake, "No, Dumbledore said Harry should go to his aunt and uncle." Of course Blake disagreed, but I insisted, and finally he gave in— —He asked me to ride his motorcycle to send Harry there."

"'I don't need this motorcycle anymore', I remember clearly, he said so!"

"At that time I should have known what was suspicious in it. He loved that motorcycle. What did he give me the motorcycle? Why didn't he need that motorcycle anymore? In fact, it couldn't be easier to understand-Deng Bu Lido knew he used to be the secret of the Potters! Black knew he was going to run for his life that night, and knew that the Ministry of Magic would come and hunt him in just a few hours!"

"But what would happen if I gave Harry to him? I bet he would throw Harry off the motorcycle into the sea halfway through! His best friend's son!"

Having said this, Hagrid lowered his head in distress, took a sip of wine and stopped talking.

There was a long silence for everyone.

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

"That is a very profound spell," Maca explained. "The principle involves soul and contract, and it may even be with..."

Having said that, Macka paused, and then continued: "Well, to put it simply, it is to hide a secret in the soul of a living person by magic. The secret is hidden in the chosen person, which means'secrecy. People’s heart. As long as the secretaries refuse to disclose, then others will never know what the secret is about to hide."

At this time, Professor Flitwick continued: "Yes, as long as the secretive refuses to speak, the mysterious man will search the village where the Potters have lived for many years, and I will never be able to reach them even if he is in the glass outside the couple’s living room. I can't find my nose even if I squashed it on the window!"

Maca couldn't help but glance at Flitwick.

I can’t see that Flitwick might still be a divination professor or something-Voldemort’s nose was indeed flat afterwards!

Ms. Rosmerta is still very happy that she knows so many secrets.

"Oh, it would be fine if we caught him," Fudge said painfully. "It was not us who found him. It was Peter Pettigrew, who was another friend of Potter. He must be sad and mad-he Knowing that Black was once the secret of the Potters, so he went after Black himself."

"Peter Dwarf...that fat little boy, the one who has been following them at Hogwarts?" Rosmerta asked.

"He admired Potter and Black as heroes," said Professor McGonagall. "If he is smart, he was never in their gang, and I was often fierce to him. You can imagine that when I know--"

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

"In fact, if you want to say that he is the secret, he is the one who betrayed the Potters, I can't believe it." Professor McGonagall said with red eyes, "That little guy has always been so timid, how can he maybe--"

"Yeah! He was brave just once, but only once—" Hagrid agreed, suddenly sobbing.

"Well, Minerva," Fudge said comfortingly, "Peter Pettigrew is a hero! The witnesses at the time—I mean the Muggles on that street, we erased their memories afterwards— They described how Peter Pettigrew pushed Blake to the Jedi. Peter sobbed and said, "Lily and James... Sirius! How can you do that!" Then he took up his wand—of course, Blake Much faster than him, Peter was blown to pieces like that!"

Professor McGonagall blew his nose and said excitedly: "Stupid boy, silly boy... He is always terrible in duels! The Ministry of Magic should do it..."

"I tell you, if I catch Black before Peter Pettigrew, I don't need a magic wand-I will break his limbs one by one!" Hagrid growled.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Hagrid!" Fudge said sharply. "Only the trained strikers of the Magic Law Enforcement team may be able to defeat Black before he is in desperation! I was magic then. The deputy minister of the disaster department, I was also the first to rush to the scene after Black killed so many people. I—I will never forget that scene.

"Sometimes I still dream about it! There is a big hole in the middle of the street, so deep that it broke the sewer pipe below-there are corpses everywhere! The Muggles are screaming, and Blake is standing there laughing wildly, Pettigrew Peter The remains of him are right in front of him. The pile of blood-stained robes and not much—"

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

Fudge stopped suddenly, followed by the sound of five people blowing their noses.

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

In fact, his goal has already been achieved.

Maca didn't intend to persuade them at first, all his words were addressed to Black outside the window.When he saw the window glass moved, he knew that today's plan was completely completed.

And now, he only needs to drink the greasy sweet butterbeer and leave here normally, nothing more.

When the adults were about to get up and leave, Maca sent them an invitation to attend the open-air party tonight.

Whether it is to bless the graduates or to protect the students from being disturbed by dementors, at least, the professors are very willing to attend this evening party.

Even the Minister of Magic Fudge promised Maca to show his face at the party!

As the door of the tavern was opened, and with another burst of snowflakes being rolled into the house, they all walked out of the three broomsticks.After saying goodbye to them, Maca left in the other direction.

Black was hiding in the shadows when Maca passed by the alley, his eyes fixed on Maca, not knowing what he was thinking.

...

Harry didn't know how he returned to the cellar of the Honey Duke, and how he got into the tunnel and entered the castle again.

All he knew was that the journey back seemed to take no time, and he hardly noticed what he was doing because his mind was filled with the things he had just heard.

Why didn't anyone tell him?Dumbledore, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, Connelly Fudge... even Maca!They all know that his parents were betrayed to death by their best friends!

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 nervously, but didn't know what to say.

During dinner, Ron and Hermione realized that the students dining in the hall today were a bit sparse—many people went to the open-air party hosted by Maca.

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 album that Hagrid gave him two years ago, and it contained magical photos of his parents.

He sat on the bed, pulled up the curtain around the bed, and began to flip through the album page by page until...

He stopped on the photo of his parents' wedding day.His father was beckoning to him, smiling, his messy black hair inherited by Harry standing up in all directions.

There is also a mother in the photo, and her cheeks are filled with joy because of happiness.She stood arm in arm with her father, and... it must be him, their best man!

Harry had never thought of him before.

If he didn't know that it was the same person, he would never guess that the person in this old photo was Black.

His face was not as sunken and sallow as the announcement of the Ministry of Magic, he was handsome and grinning.

Was he already working for Voldemort when this photo was taken?Is he already planning to kill the two people around him?Did he know that he was going to face 12 years of Azkaban life, facing 12 years that would make him unrecognizable?

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