Sirius's eyes were full of hope for the future, and it was clear that he had put all his work on it these past few days - otherwise, according to his character, it would have been a miracle that he could stay in the hospital for so long.

Just as he was talking about his next steps, the door to the classroom suddenly opened, and Dumbledore walked out with Harry - it was obvious that Harry's expression was not very good, and it was obvious that the fact that Lupin had to leave still had a big impact on him.

"How are you feeling lately, Sirius?" Dumbledore greeted Sirius gently, the smile on his face as reliable as ever.

"Couldn't have been better, Headmaster. Sirius's voice was irrepressibly cheerful, as if the whole person was about to fly.

This is not surprising - in terms of mentality, he is still the same person who has just graduated, not a mature and stable middle-aged man.

"There's no better answer—" Dumbledore smiled and turned to look at Harry.

"Young man, she shouldn't be with us old fellows—especially now that the sun is so good outside, I don't think Miss Autumn would mind having someone walk with her in the sun. His eyes swept gently towards the two of them, which made their faces flush slightly, and they hurriedly took their leave amid Dumbledore's smile.

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The viewing experience is extremely poor - is it really good for you to instruct them to give out dog food like this, principal?

Besides, I'm also a young man, don't count me into the old guys, believe it or not, I kicked over the dog food and bit you!

But apparently Dumbledore didn't notice the resentment coming from Allen, and after watching the two leave, he smiled and watched the two leave, reopened the classroom door, and motioned for the two to enter.

What's the situation?

What the hell is it that has to be done to separate Harry?

Thinking of Dumbledore's previous behavior, Alan was a little curious - what was it that had to be hidden from Harry, but he could still talk to Sirius?

Harry is a Horcrux thing?

What kind of international joke, what is the difference between Sirius hearing this and a powder keg meeting a torch?

But if that's not it, what is it?

With questions, Alan followed into the classroom.

Dumbledore closed the door and cast a spell on it before he turned around and said something to Sirius that was no less than a stab at him.

"It's a bit of a shame to say that, but I had to make this decision after much consideration - Black, Harry can't follow you, he must stay at his aunt's house. ”

It's like a bolt from the blue.

Alan noticed that Sirius's face turned red all at once—not shyness, but excitement.

"Why! I'm his godfather, and I have the right to raise him - even if Jaime himself came, he would have agreed! Look at what his so-called aunt had raised him to do - I know very well that Harry was being abused! How could I, how could I allow him to stay in that hellish place!"

Sirius, who was surging with blood and blood, looked red because he had no hair (Alan later learned that he had been unable to take care of himself in prison and caused the doctor to help him get it all out and let his hair grow back, because his body was too weak, so the magic that made his hair grow was never used) looked red, and Alan watched Sirius's head turn from shiny to tomato, I don't know why he still laughed in such a serious environment, and he almost didn't hold back...

Thankfully he didn't laugh, otherwise the boat of friendship might have capsized - I can't blame Eren for being like this, what kind of big deal should he be, but as soon as Dumbledore opened his mouth, his heart relaxed, and then he relaxed...

Dumbledore was clearly busy reassuring Sirius that he hadn't noticed anything strange on Alan's side - he stared at Sirius, his tone still calm.

"I'll admit that Harry didn't have a good time there, and was even a little abused, but at least he had grown up safe and healthy over the years—his mother's magic would keep him protected until he reached the age of seventeen. ”

"But I can too—the Black family's house is weaker, but I'm here, and I can swear no one can hurt Harry until I fall!"

Apparently, Sirius wasn't convinced—with the Black family's protection and his own strength, he was confident enough to protect Harry.

"Calm down, Blake—" Dumbledore looked at him, and uttered a reason Sirius couldn't deny.

"Of course I'm sure you'll take care of Harry - but it's not just the problem now, it's that you're in a huge trouble. Dumbledore paused, "The gold coin—Blake, don't forget the Nat." “

Kindness?

Nat?

Alan paused, and then suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but feel a little cold around him.

Seeing Sirius regain his composure, Dumbledore spoke again: "Well, that's right, that Nat, the mysterious organization that rescued you, although according to you just collected a sum of money and did nothing, but I don't believe that he risked his life to enter Azkaban just for some gold, I'm afraid you won't believe this ridiculous excuse, right?"

Sirius was stunned, the blood on his face quickly receding - although he wanted to say that the other party was indeed in it for gold, and his intuition told him that the other party seemed to be only interested in gold, but after careful consideration, he also felt that he could not be trusted.

How could anyone risk so much just to get gold?

The other party even almost convinced him of this ridiculous excuse!

It's dangerous—if Dumbledore hadn't said it himself, he would have almost believed the ridiculous liar's lies, and maybe the other party would have used similar magic on him!

Although he had every courage to face the organization, he definitely didn't want Harry to be in inexplicable danger because of himself.

Thinking of this, he calmed down and took a long breath, his tone extremely firm.

"I see, Dumbledore - I'll make things clear to Harry, and if there's anything I can do about catching that mysterious organization, then I'll tear him to shreds with my own hands!"

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Countless divine beasts rushed through Allen's heart, and he was bitter in his heart, but he couldn't say it.

Haven't you heard of the principle of doing things with money?

Can we still have fun together?

He doesn't want to talk at the moment, and even wants to find a corner to draw circles, not with you like this!

However, Dumbledore clearly didn't care about the school prefect's feelings, and he looked at Blake, his eyes still gentle, and said something that Alan couldn't believe.

"It's a bit of a hassle for you, but it's also a disguised way to make up for the stay between you and Harry - Blake, there's still a vacancy for next year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professorship, are you interested in taking it?"