Chapter 101

Speaking of it, Maka only remembered about Sirius Black's unjust imprisonment. But once you know the results, it will be much easier to query the data and deduce the event process than to analyze it from scratch.

However, almost all professors don't believe Maka's argument.

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

"I met him!" cried Hagrid. "I must have been the last to see him before that!"

"After those people were killed, I rescued Harry from James and Lily's house! He was in the ruins of the house... Poor little thing, there was a long wound on his forehead, and his parents were dead..."

"Just then Sirius Black appeared and rode on his usual flying motorcycle! I couldn't figure out what he was doing there - I didn't know he was James and Lily's secret."

"At that time, I thought he heard the news of the mysterious man's attack and went there to help his good friend! At that time, he looked pale and trembled..."

At this point, Hagrid suddenly roared, "do you know what I did? I comforted the murderous traitor!"

"Hagrid, no!" said Professor McGonagall. "Keep your voice down!"

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

"But at that time, how did I know he wasn't sad for Lily and James - he cared about the mysterious man!" Hagrid said dejectedly. "Then he said, 'give me Harry, Hagrid, I'm his godfather, and I'll take care of him.'"

"Ha! But Dumbledore told me, so I said to black, 'no, Dumbledore said Harry should go to his aunt and uncle'. Of course black disagreed, but I insisted, and finally he gave in - he asked me to take Harry there on his motorcycle."

"I don't need this motorcycle anymore," I remember clearly. That's what he said! "

"At that time, I should have known something suspicious in here. He loved the motorcycle. Why did he give it to me? Why didn't he need it anymore? In fact, it's easy to understand - Dumbledore knew that he was once a Secret Keeper of the potters! Black knew that he would run for his life that night and that the Ministry of magic would come after him in a few hours Catch him! "

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

At this point, Hagrid lowered his head sadly, took a big sip of wine and stopped talking.

There was a long silence.

After a while, Ms. Rosmerta couldn't help it. She asked again, "so what's the loyalty spell?"

"It's a very profound spell," Marca explained. "Its principle involves soul and contract, and may even be with..."

At this point, makaton paused, and then continued: "well, in short, it is to use magic to hide a secret in the soul of a living person. The secret is hidden in the heart of the selected person, that is, the 'Secret Keeper'. As long as the Secret Keeper refuses to disclose it, others will never know what the secret wants to hide."

At this time, Professor flavy said, "yes, as long as the Secret Keeper refuses to speak, the mysterious man will search the village where the potters have lived for many years, and I will never find them - even if he flattens his nose on the glass window outside their living room!"

Marca couldn't help looking at flavie.

I can't see that flavie might be a divination professor or something - Voldemort's nose was really flat later!

Ms. Rosmerta was still very happy that she knew so many secrets. She couldn't help comforting her: "but he didn't find a way to hide, did he? The Ministry of magic caught him the next day!"

"Oh, if only we could catch him," said Fudge bitterly. "It's not us who found him. It's Peter Pettigrew, another friend of Potter. He must be crazy with grief - he knows that black used to be the porters' Secret Keeper, so he went after black himself."

"Pettigrew Peter... The fat little boy who's been following them at Hogwarts?" Rosetta asked.

"He worships Porter and black as heroes," said Professor McGonagall. "If he's smart, he's never one of them. I'm often cruel to him. You can imagine when I know --"

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

"In fact, I can't believe that he is the Secret Keeper and the betrayer of the porters," Professor McGonagall said with red eyes. "That little guy has always been so timid. How could he --"

"Yes! He was brave once, but only once -" Hagrid echoed, suddenly sobbing.

"Well, Mileva," said Fudge comfortingly, "Peter Pettigrew was a hero! The witnesses - I mean the Muggles on the street, we naturally erased their memories afterwards - described how Peter Pettigrew drove black to the Jedi. Peter sobbed and said, 'Lily and Jim... Sirius! How can you do that!' and then he picked up his wand - of course, cloth Lake was much faster than him, and Peter was blown to pieces! "

Professor McGonagall blew his nose and said excitedly, "stupid boy, stupid boy... He's always terrible in duels! The Ministry of magic should do it..."

"I tell you, if I catch black before dwarf Peter, I don't need a wand - I'll break his limbs one by one!" roared Hagrid.

"You don't even know what you're talking about, Hagrid!" said Fudge sharply. "Only the trained hitters of the magic law enforcement team may be able to defeat black before he came to the end! At that time, I was the Deputy Minister of the magic disaster department, and I was the first to arrive at the scene after black killed so many people. I - I'll never forget that scene."

"Sometimes I dream! A big pit in the middle of the street is so deep that it breaks the sewer below - there are corpses everywhere! Muggles scream, and black stands laughing, and the remains of dwarf Peter are in front of him. That pile of bloody robes and not much -"

"Oh... Not many pieces..."

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

Maka looked at them. He blinked. He didn't know whether he needed to cooperate or not.

In fact, his goal has already been achieved.

Makaben had no intention of persuading them. All his words were for Blake outside the window. When he saw the window glass move, he knew that today's plan had been completely completed.

Now, he just needs to finish his greasy butter beer and leave here normally, that's all.

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

Whether to bless the graduates or to protect the students from Dementors, at least the professors are willing to attend the party.

Even the Minister of magic fudge promised Maka to show her face at the party!

As the door of the tavern was opened and another snowflake rolled into the house, they all walked out of three brooms. After Maka said goodbye to them, she left in another direction.

Black was hiding in the shadow when Maka passed the nearby alley. His eyes were fixed on Maka. He didn't know what he was thinking.

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Harry didn't know how he got back to Duke honey's cellar, how he got into the tunnel and entered the castle again.

All he knew was that the journey back seemed to take little time, and he hardly noticed what he was doing because his mind was full of what he had just heard.

Why hasn't anyone told him? Dumbledore, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, Cornell fudge... And even Marca! They all know that his parents were betrayed by their best friends!

But why has no one ever told him about it?

Ron and Hermione followed him all the way back to Hogwarts because they were worried about Harry. They watched Harry uneasily, but they didn't know what to say.

During dinner, Ron and Hermione found that the students dining in the hall today were a little sparse - many people went to Maka's open-air party.

After dinner, Harry quietly went to the empty dormitory and walked all the way to his bedside table.

He pushed the book aside and soon found what he was looking for - it was a leather album that Hagrid gave him two years ago. It was full of magic photos of his parents.

He sat on the bed, pulled the curtain around the bed, and began to turn the album page by page until

He stopped in the picture of his parents' wedding day. His father was waving to him with a smile on his face, and his messy black hair inherited by Harry stood up in all directions.

There is also a mother in the picture, with a happy red light on her cheeks. She stands side by side with her father arm in arm, and... That must be him, their best man!

Harry had never thought of him before.

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

His face was not as sunken and sallow as the notice of the Ministry of magic. He was handsome and smiling.

When this picture was taken, was he already working for Voldemort? Was he already planning to kill two people around him? Did he know that he would face 12 years of Azkaban life, which would make him unrecognizable?

Harry slammed the album shut, reached out and shoved it into the bedside table.