Chapter 392： Black is Wormtail!

"Why would Black give you this thing? Hermione was thinking completely unfounded."

At lunch time, Ron and Harry walked towards the auditorium together, but in the end they did not ride the Firebolt.

Although they said it was impossible, in fact, Harry and Ron were still secretly beating them.

"It's better to listen to Hermione. Let Lynn help you see after dinner. It won't take long."

The tables in the auditorium were moved to the place against the wall again, and there was only a table for sixteen people in the center of the room.

Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were all there, as was Administrator Filch.

Filch had taken off his usual brown coat and was wearing an old and rather outdated tuxedo.

In addition to them, there are only five students: two extremely nervous first-year students, a flat-faced first-year Gryffindor college freshman Betty Riddle, and a gloomy sixth-grader from Slytherin College. There is Lynn.

Little Buried is not there, every Christmas, Lynn will let her go home to spend with Kira.

"Merry Christmas!" Dumbledore said after seeing everyone there.

At this moment Harry, Ron and Hermione approached the table.

"We are not many people. It's a bit silly to use those tables in each courtyard. Sit down, sit down!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione originally wanted to sit next to Lynn, but Lynn was sitting next to Dumbledore. There was Professor McGonagall next to him. There was no way, the three could only reach the end of the table. .

Lynn was chatting with Professor McGonagall next to him. Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a good mood. The corners of his mouth were still smiling when he talked to Linn.

"Firecracker!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically, and handed Snape the tail tip of a large silver firecracker.

Snape reluctantly took it and pulled it, and the firecracker banged like a gun, and spread out, revealing a top-top witch hat with a specimen of mountain carving on the top of the hat.

Harry thought of Bogut in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and Ron looked at each other, and both grinned.

Snape's mouth pursed, and he pushed the hat to Dumbledore, who immediately replaced it with his wizard hat.

"Eat!" he said with a smile to the people at the table.

The Christmas lunch is equally rich. Although there are only a dozen of them, the house elves still make a large table full of dishes.

Professor Trelawney in the prophecy class was late, and had some disputes with Professor McGonagall because he made an unlucky prophecy, but this little episode did not affect the mood of Harry and the others enjoying the food.

After lunch, the three hurriedly took Lynn to Gryffindor's bedroom.

The shape of the firebolt was so conspicuous that Harry would naturally not bring it out.

"Hermione suspects that this thing was given to Harry by Black. There must be some evil curse on it. You must check it before you can make sure you can ride it safely."

Ron said a little angrily: "Let me say, how could Black give Harry such a valuable thing."

Lynn did not speak, but took a closer look at the firebolt in Harry's hand.

Whether there was any curse on this broom, Lynn couldn't be more clear.

When Blake went to buy it in the broom shop, he didn't even touch it personally. Instead, he asked the clerk to pack it and send it to Harry Potter on Christmas Day.

But Hermione didn't guess wrong either. This broom was indeed given to Harry by Black.

"There is no evil curse. Apart from the original wind-proof curse and other related curses, there are no other special curses on this broomstick."

Harry and Ron were immediately happy.

"I just said Hermione's worries were unnecessary. Quickly, Harry, let me try it."

Lynn returned the broom to Harry's hand.

"There is no curse. It doesn't mean that Hermione guessed it wrong. This broomstick is most likely a gift from Black to Harry."

With Lynn supporting her, Hermione glared at them both unwillingly.

Harry and Ron stopped when they wanted to try the new broomstick, and Harry looked at Lynn with a puzzled expression.

"Why would he give me such a valuable thing?"

Lynn shrugged, indicating that he was not clear, but then he continued.

"Although I don't know why, you may have the opportunity to ask him in person tonight."

Harry was taken aback for a moment, but then he reacted.

"You mean, we can catch Black tonight!"

"It's not ability, but chance. As for the big chance, it depends on our luck tonight."

Harry and Ron were suddenly not in the mood to study the firebolt.

Even if it was certain that this flying broomstick was really given by Black, Harry would never be able to ride it, even if there were no curses on it.

"Tonight? What are we going to do?" Harry asked eagerly.

All of Black's every move was under Lynn's surveillance, and now the **** dog had sneaked into the castle through the secret tunnel behind the statue of the blind humpback old witch.

It was very good at finding a place, choosing an empty classroom very close to the Gryffindor Tower, and hiding in it.

Next to that classroom is the staircase leading directly to the Gryffindor lounge. As long as someone passes Black on the staircase, you can see who this person is.

Just when Lynn and the three of them went upstairs, Black was already spying on them in secret.

It was just because they were too crowded, and just after lunch, Dumbledore was also walking upstairs to his office, so Black did not choose to act rashly.

But immediately, Lynn will create a good opportunity for him.

"Blake, he's in the castle now!"

After hearing the news, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all shocked.

Ron was a little nervous, he was attacked by that vicious bastard, and when he knew he was nearby, he appeared a little frightened.

Harry didn't believe Lynn's words. He took out the live map from his pocket, and then read the password, revealing the whole view of Hogwarts.

There are very few people left in the castle during Christmas, so the names on the map can be seen very clearly.

"But Black's name is not displayed on the map of the live spot, he can't know about the map of the live spot ~ www.novelhall.com~ and there is no way to block its magic."

Lynn blinked and said, pointing to his own name on the map.

"As long as I want to, this map can't find me."

As soon as he finished saying this, Lynn Bellock's name on the map of Livelihood seemed to have heard his order, and it was erased in the next moment.

Harry was dumbfounded at this scene.

"And why isn't it possible for Black to know about the Map of Live Point? Maybe he was involved in the production of this map."

Lynn's words flashed across Harry's brain like a bolt from the blue.

He thought of the code names of the four producers on the map, thought of his father, Blake, and the relationship between the three people named Peter that he had overheard in Hogsmeade, and also thought of Lynn’s doing to him before. The prophecy!

A bold guess blurted out of his mouth.

"Sirius Black is Wormtail!"