Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Speaking of it, Marx remembers what happened to Sirius Black. Once you know the results, it is much easier to query the data and launch the event process.

However, the professors almost did not believe in Marx's argument.

Among them, Hagrid's reaction is 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 the home of James and Lily! He was in the ruins of the house... a poor little thing, a long wound on the forehead, and His parents are dead..."

“It was then that Sirius Black appeared, riding on his usual flying motorcycle! I couldn’t figure out what he was doing there – I don’t know he was James and Lily’s Secret Keeper.”

"At the time I thought he heard about the news that you know who launched the attack. It was there to help his good friend! At that time he complexion pale and trembling..."

Having said that, Hagrid suddenly growled: "Do you know what I did? I comforted the traitor who killed him!"

“Hagrid, don't!” Professor McGonagall said, “The sound is lower!”

"Oh - sorry, Marx, I am not angry with you," Hagrid rubbed his shoulder with Marx's shoulder. "You are too young to understand that good and bad guys are sometimes difficult to distinguish - I was mistaken at the time!"

"But at the time, how did I know that he was not sad for Lily and James - he was concerned about you know who!" Hagrid was frustrated. "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 Black, 'No, Dumbledore said that Harry should go to his aunt and uncle.' Black certainly didn't agree, but I kept on, and finally he gave in - he called me to ride His motorcycle sent Harry there."

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

"At that time, I should have known something suspicious. He loved the motorcycle. Why did he give me the motorcycle? Why didn't he need the motorcycle? Actually, this is easy to understand - Dumbledore knows He used to be Mr. and Mrs. Potter's Secret Keeper! Black knew he was going to escape that night, knowing that it wouldn't take a few hours for Ministry of Magic to hunt him!"

"But what if I gave Harry to him? I bet he would throw Harry from the motorcycle into the sea halfway! The son of his best friend!"

Having said that, Hagrid lowered his head in a bitter mood and poured a large sip of alcohol instead of talking.

Everyone has been silent for a long time.

After a while, Madam Rosmerta couldn't help it. She asked again: "So, what is the daring Heart Demon curse?"

“That’s a very esoteric curse,” Marx explains. “The principle involves the soul and the contract, and maybe even with...”

Speaking of this, Marx paused, this continues: "Hey, simply use magic to hide a secret in the soul of a living person. This secret is hidden in the selected person, that is, 'Secret Keeper' In my heart, as long as Secret Keeper refuses to disclose it, then others will never know what the secret is hiding."

At this time, Professor Flitwick said: "Yes, as long as Secret Keeper refuses to speak, you know who is searching the village where Mr. and Mrs. Potter has lived for many years, and I will never be them - even if he is outside their couple's living room. The glass window squashed his nose and could not be found!"

Marx couldn't help but glance at Flitwick.

Can't see it, Flitwick might be able to be a Divination Professor or something - Voldemort's nose was actually flat now!

Madam Rosmerta was very happy that she knew that many secrets, she could not help but open the door: "But he did not find a way to hide, isn't it? The Ministry of Magic caught him the next day!"

"Aiya, it would be nice if we caught him," Fudge said painfully. "It's not us who found him. It's Pettigrew Peter, that's another friend of Potter. He must be sad. - He knows Black. It used to be Mr. and Mrs. Potter's Secret Keeper, so he went to chase Black himself."

"Pettigrew Peter...the fat little boy, the one that Hogwarts has been following behind them?" Rosmerta asked.

"He used Potter and Black as heroes to worship," Professor McGonagall said. "If you are smart, he is never a group of them. I am always very fierce to him. You can imagine when I know-"

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

"In fact, to say that he is Secret Keeper, he is the one who betrayed Mr. and Mrs. Potter. I can't believe it." Professor McGonagall said with a red eye. "The little guy has always been so timid. How could he possibly -"

"Yeah! He was brave once, but only once -" Hagrid echoed and suddenly sobbed.

"Well, Minerva," Fudge said comfortably. "Pettigrew Peter is a hero! The witnesses at the time - I mean the muggles on the street, and afterwards we naturally erased their memories - they described it, How did Pettigrew Peter push Black to Danger Land. Peter sobbed and said: 'Lily and James... Sirius! How can you do that!' Then he picked up the wand - of course, Black is much faster than him. Peter was blown into pieces!"

Professor McGonagall licked his nose and said with excitement: "Stupid child, silly child...he was always bad when he was dueling! You should let the Ministry of Magic do it..."

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

"You don't know what you are talking about, Hagrid!" Fudge said sharply. "Only the trained legal striker of the Magic Law Enforcement team may be able to defeat him when Black has not reached the desperate situation! At that time I was magic. The deputy minister of the disaster department, I also rushed to the scene after Black killed that many people. I - I will never forget the scene."

"Sometimes I dreamed of dreaming! A big pit in the middle of the street, it was so deep that the sewer pipe below was broken - there were dead bodies everywhere! The muggles screamed, and Black stood there laughing, Pettigrew Peter's wreckage Just in front of him. That bunch of bloodstained robes and not much -"

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

Fudge suddenly stopped, and the sound of Snot was followed by five people.

Marx looked at them, he blinked and didn't know what he needed or needed.

In fact, his purpose has already been reached.

Marx didn't intend to convince them. All of his words were spoken to Black outside the window. When he saw the window glass moving, he knew that today's plan had been completely completed.

Now, he only needs to drink the sweet and slick Butterbeer, and then leave here normally, nothing more.

When the adults planned to get up and leave, Marx sent them an invitation to attend the open-air evening tonight.

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

Even the Ministry of Magic's long Fudge promised Marx, going to the party to show off his face!

As the pub's door was opened, along with another snowflake being rolled into the room, they all walked out of Three Broomsticks Inn. After Marx said goodbye to them, they left in the other direction.

As Marx passed by the alley next to him, Black was hiding in the shadows, his eyes fixed on Marx, not knowing what he was thinking.

……

Harry was not very clear about how he returned to the cellar of Honeydukes and how he got into the tunnel again.

He knew that the return journey didn't seem to take any time, and he barely noticed what he was doing because he was filled with the things he had just heard.

Why didn't anyone tell him? Dumbledore, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, Cornelius · Fudge... and even Marx! They all know that his parents were actually betrayed by their best friends and died!

But why hasn’t anyone told him about this?

Ron and Hermione went back to Hogwarts because they were worried about Harry. They watched Harry uncomfortably, but didn't know what to say.

At dinner, Ron and Hermione discovered that the students who were dining in the hall today were a bit sparse – many went to the open-air evening at Marx.

After the meal, Harry sneaked into the empty dormory and walked to his bedside table.

He pushed the book aside and quickly found what he was looking for - it was a leather photo album that Hagrid gave him two years ago, with his parents' magic photos.

He sat on the bed, pulled the bed all around, began to flip the album page by page, until...

He stopped at the photo of his parents' wedding day. His father beckoned to him, his face was a smile, his messy black hair inherited by Harry stood up to all directions.

There is also mother on the photo, and the red light on the cheeks is filled with joy. She stood side by side with Father, and... it must be him, their best man!

Harry never thought of him before.

If he doesn't know that it is the same person, he will never guess that the person in this old photo is Black.

His face is not as sallow as the Ministry of Magic announcement. He is handsome and laughs.

Was he already working for Voldemort when he took this photo? Is he already planning to kill two people around him? He knows that he has to face Azkaban's life in 12 year. Is it the 12 year that will make him unbelievable?

Harry "pa" a close album, reaching out and stuffing it into the bedside table.