Chapter 128 Chapter 126 The Story of Our Fathers (Fourth Update, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 128 Chapter 126 The Story of My Father (Fourth update~Please subscribe)

Blake said nothing, snorted coldly, and concentrated on massaging Crookshanks.

Fudge smiled awkwardly: "If possible, could Mr. Black come with us to the Ministry of Magic?"

Blake looked up, his eyes sharp.

"I think Mr. Black needs a better environment now." Dumbledore said, "He will stay at Hogwarts, and I will keep an eye on him personally."

Fudge swallowed a sip of saliva, without forcing it, and looked at Harry again: "What about Mr. Potter? You killed Peter in self-defense. I think you need to..."

Scrimgeour winked wildly at Fudge.

Fudge didn't see it, and he might not be able to understand it if he did.

"I don't think so." Dumbledore shook his head and refused simply, "Mr. Potter will also have Professor Sprout's confinement tonight."

"What about tomorrow?" Fudge was a little reluctant to give up.

He couldn't bring back nothing but a corpse and a bottle of memories.

"Actually, Mr. Potter's behavior in school is not very peaceful," Dumbledore said. "Seven days a week, excluding two days of Quidditch training, the professor wants to put him in solitary confinement for the remaining five days."

Sirius raised his head and looked at Harry in disbelief.

oh…

How is this done?

But this is just right. This is how James' children should be, better than others.

Fudge was also shocked. He had never seen a young wizard who was imprisoned for five days a week. He stammered and nodded stiffly: "Well, Mr. Potter is very busy. The Ministry of Magic should not disturb a young wizard." wizard."

"Principal Dumbledore, I will go back to investigate first."

He hurried away, leaving Scrimgeour to take his things with him.

"Thank you." Harry said after they left.

Sirius was a little confused. Why did he suddenly say thank you? Dumbledore didn't do anything to convince Fudge just now...

Dumbledore shook his head: "Black was once my student."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly: "Besides, unlike you, I have experienced so much secretly, and it is still difficult to completely trust him now."

Blake tilted his head.

He raised his head with deep eyes: "Harry, don't let anger swallow your brain..."

"Professor, I have good news for you." Harry interrupted and raised his wand.

Dumbledore was startled and noticed this different wand.

"Call the gods to protect you."

Harry chanted a spell and summoned his new patronus, a handsome gryphon.

Dumbledore smiled happily: "Well, I really shouldn't say anything. You are very mature. You understand what you are doing and what you should do."

"Then go back and have a good rest."

"Have a good sleep."

"I'll explain to Professor Sprout that you deserve a little break tonight."

They also stood up and prepared to leave.

When they were about to go out, Dumbledore reminded him with a smile: "By the way, Mr. Potter, remember to return the wand to Miss Granger."

Only then did they realize it.

Harry and Hermione were still holding each other's wands.

Sirius and Lupine returned to his office. He wanted to take a shower. For thirteen years, he, like Peter, had not taken a shower.

He also had to eat, and in this regard, he was worse than Peter. At least Peter had enjoyed Hedwig's owl rations, but he had only eaten bad rice.

Sirius had a lot to say to Harry.

But tonight, Harry didn't bother him.

A person who has been mentally stressed for thirteen years needs to take a good rest, even if his mind is empty and he has no cognition in this regard.

The next day, he didn't wake up from his sleep until noon.

His brain was heavy from a long sleep, and he vaguely saw the two people beside the bed, yawning: "Good morning, James, Remus, you are up well..."

Halfway through, he realized that one of them was indeed Remus, and the other could not be James.

"Oh, I mean Harry, good morning." Sirius stammered and hurriedly corrected himself, "You and your father look very similar, really similar. Except for your eyes, your eyes are more like Leigh..."

As he spoke, he froze, jumped up from the bed, and immediately became sober. His tone was full of disbelief: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"I've seen you, I mean, I've seen you when you were a baby, and your eyes were obviously green like Lily's."

"Why is it so weird?"

Harry paused and looked at him strangely: "I thought you suspected that I wasn't the real Harry because of my eyes."

"So you never noticed?"

Sirius sat back, a little worried: "So what's going on? Magical transformation?"

"Professor Dumbledore said it might be a problem with the Potter family." Harry moved his shield, "I didn't find anything."

Sirius thought: "Perhaps Potter is indeed a very old surname, and it is also related to Peverell, and there may be some strange changes?"

"Peverell?" Harry asked.

Sirius explained patiently: "Peverell is a very old family. According to legend, their ancestors have dealt with the God of Death."

"Perhaps it was Peverell who caused the change in your eyes?"

"But that's okay, the eyes look more like James!"

"And Gryffindor, who has a gryphon as his patronus, has eyes like a lion. Isn't it more handsome?"

Both of them were stunned.

"Lions don't have vertical pupils." Lupine said expressionlessly, waving his wand and sending a glass of water to Sirius' hand.

"No?" Sirius wondered, "Isn't it a big cat?"

Harry said: "I can ask Hermione to give you a Christmas present too."

"That little girlfriend of yours? Thank you so much." Sirius teased, "I haven't received a Christmas present in thirteen years."

He didn't realize yet what this meant.

Harry waved his hand: "Actually, I have always wanted to ask you something."

They were both serious.

"Did Snape take part in killing my mother?" Harry asked the question. He had always been concerned about this, but it was just Sirius's matter first that he had never been able to ask.

And now it's all settled.

The two men hesitated.

"That slug Snape is indeed a very vicious person." Sirius was the first to speak, shaking his head, "He is despicable, despicable, and does all kinds of evil!"

"I don't know how he escaped the scrutiny of the Ministry of Magic, gained Dumbledore's trust, and became a professor at Hogwarts. It's really..."

Harry coughed twice: "You can scold me later."

Sirius paused: "As much as I hate to admit it, he probably won't kill Lily."

"Snape and James were once love rivals." Lupine said tactfully.

Sirius sneered: "No! Those who come and go are love rivals. When did Snape and James go back and forth?"

"That stupid slug is so smart. He has no chance at all. Just scold him..."

Lupine coughed loudly, interrupting Sirius.

"Go on." Harry waved his hand.

Sirius tilted his head: "This is not a good thing, there is no need to mention it."

No one spoke.

After a while, Sirius turned his head back furtively and immediately met Harry's gaze. He sighed and continued: "Actually, that was a long time ago."

"At that time, the relationship between James and Lily was not that good."

"We had a little joke about the slugs."

"Of course, he fought back! He almost cut off James' ear with that magic edge shadowless spell."

"Lily had a pretty good relationship with Snape at that time. She was a bit nosy, so she helped Snape by saying a few words."

"Then Slug couldn't hold it back and cursed Lily with the most filthy words."

Harry tentatively asked, "A Mudblood?"

Sirius nodded.

"So you always bullied Snape when you were studying?" Harry asked again. All the hatred was not groundless. Snape's hatred for him at the beginning was more than the hatred he should have for his love rival's child.

Sirius was frightened. He looked at Lupine, but he didn't say anything.

Lupine sighed. He knew that Harry was very keen. What he feared most was making guesses through just a few words, and then guessing the correct result bit by bit.

If I were better, I could hide my expression to some extent.

But Sirius was not equipped with this function when it left the factory.

"Harry, you have to know that not every little wizard is as mature as you." Lupine said carefully and carefully, "Your father is not as good as you. When he was young, he would always play some pranks."

"Especially Snape," Harry added, "Because of my mother?"

"That's part of the reason." Lupine nodded, "Of course, there's also the reason why Slytherins were all Death Eaters at that time."

"But in the sixth and seventh grade, James became mature, and Lily chose to be with him."

Harry nodded: "Then you won't bully Snape anymore?"

Lupine's face stiffened: "Snape is the special one, but Lily won't know it."

"My father not only bullied Snape, but also other students?" Harry thought thoughtfully.

Lu Ping's face completely froze, and he didn't know how to explain it.

"Just a prank." Sirius was very relaxed and waved his hands indifferently, "Just like you, some trivial pranks."

Lupine covered his face, wishing he could conjure a piece of dog chew and stuff it into his mouth.

Harry looked expressionless and shook his head: "I never play pranks on people."

Sirius was stunned: "Then you will be detained by the professors for five days a week."

"That's a make-up lesson." Harry explained, "It's just that under the guise of confinement, professors can't show their partiality too obviously."

Sirius' expression turned strange: "So you never play pranks?"

"Never." Harry said firmly.

Lupine sighed with a helpless voice: "Sirius, Harry's personality is more like Lily's, and his brain is like Lily's."

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