The winter sun sets early, and a golden ray of sunlight shines through the foliage into a hidden hollow in the Forbidden Forest, and shines on a man.

In the hollow of the tree, Sirius Black's body curled up in a very uncomfortable position, the battle with the werewolf left him scarred all over his body, his dirty, tangled hair hanging down to his elbows, his face was very thin and haggard from long-term malnutrition and daily travel, but there was always a smile on his lips.

He was thinking about what the boy named Aven had said yesterday at Hogsmeade.

As long as he clears his name, he can return to the world, and he can live with James' son, Harry Potter.

Blake, who has never been afraid of the sky or the earth, suddenly became a little nervous, and he didn't know how to fulfill his duties as a good godfather.

He had never had experienced anything like it before, and happiness came too suddenly.

He shook his head at the stern, old-fashioned, pedantic countenance of his father, who had not seen his parents since he ran away from home at the age of sixteen, and had never returned to the house, the place that had once been called home.

The noblest and oldest Black family?!

A hint of sarcasm appeared on Sirius's lips, and he didn't seem to be able to remember anything about his father other than the worthless pure-blood theory.

Perhaps, he should be like Jaime's father, funny, kind, friendly, with an encouraging and tolerant attitude

Just as Black was thinking about how he should get along with Harry, suddenly there was a creaking sound in the trees in the distance, stepping on the snow and falling leaves, and something was approaching.

He immediately became vigilant and jerked over and got up from the ground.

Blake squinted, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, he saw a ginger figure appear in his field of vision, it was Crook Mountain, and it seemed to bring something.

Crookhill walked over and arched his head affectionately, handed a piece of paper to Blake, and then jumped sideways to the side of the branch, whining in contentment.

Blake squinted at the note in his hand.

Above it was the new password for the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, which Evan had sent to Crookshan.

He couldn't explain why, but he suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned into a huge black dog.

Blake prepares to head to the castle, and he can't wait to catch Peter Pettigrew.

As for the plan with Aiwen, he didn't care, he had to act according to his own ideas.

He saw in the morning that all the students had left on the train, and that there was no one else in the castle now, and that no one could stop him from catching the mouse.

Ten minutes later, a huge bear-like black dog and a ginger cat appeared on the Hogwarts grounds, and the two of them skillfully navigated Hagrid's cabin.

There was a wild barking of fangs from inside the house, which was Hagrid's hound. It looked through the window at Black and Crook Hill as they passed through the field, and it was alerting Hagrid, but Hagrid didn't look back, he was busy preparing Buckbeak's food, a large plate of dead ferrets.

He was to live with Buckbeak for the time being until the hearing of the Hazardous Biological Disposal Committee, and he had to make sure it didn't get into trouble.

Black and Crook Hill entered the castle and followed the empty staircase to the Gryffindor common room.

Standing in front of the portrait, Blake shook his body.

"A dog and a cat?!Do you know the password, I won't let you in without the right password!" Sir Cadogan seemed to have drunk too much, and he staggered to his feet, his armor rattling, and at last he had to stick his outrageous sword into the ground to support his own body.

"Dirty mongrel!" Blake said in a low voice, he had changed back.

"So do you, Mr. disguised as a dog!" Sir Cadogan took another sip of his wine, seemingly unrecognizable that Blake was not a student of Gryffindor House at all.

Or to be precise, as long as he has the right password, he doesn't care who the other person is.

The portrait unscrewed, and Blake climbed inside.

Behind him, the two former Headmasters of Hogwarts, who had been drinking with Sir Cadogan, looked at him in amazement, looked at each other and disappeared into the frame.

The common room was very quiet, and Blake was ready to go to Harry's bedroom.

He'd seen it many times before, Peter Pettigrew turned into a rat in the pocket of the red-haired boy's jacket next to Harry.

He had barely taken two steps forward when he saw Harry and Hermione faint on the ground.

Blake stopped abruptly, a flash of consternation on his exhausted face, and the bad feeling in his mind resurfaced and intensified.

"Harry, Hermione, wake up, why are you lying here, what's going on?"

Blake shook Harry, his hands shaking uncontrollably from overtenseness.

"You're you" Harry woke up, looked at Black in confusion, and then seemed to remember, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, "Sirius Black?!"

Blake nodded, and he was also looking at Harry, tears rolling in his eyes.

He seemed to have a thousand words, but he didn't know what to say. He only knew that the boy in front of him was the son of his best friend Jaime.

Thirteen-year-old Harry looks so much like Jaime that Blake almost has the illusion that he has seen Jaime when he was a student again.

Aside from those green eyes, Harry's eyes resemble those of his mother, Lily.

Looking at Harry, Blake opened and closed his mouth, and several times as if he had lost the ability to speak, and each time the words came to his lips and swallowed back.

"Oh, Mr. Black, Sirius?" Hermione's voice came suddenly, and she said timidly, "May I call you that?"

Blake was genuinely startled at the salutation, and he glared at Hermione as if he had forgotten that someone would speak to him so politely.

"You shouldn't be here now, you're going to be discovered!"

"That's right!" Harry slammed up from the ground as he slammed into his mind, "I heard Evan say that you should come here at eight o'clock in the evening, if someone else does"

"I don't care, I don't care about being discovered. Blake's voice was hoarse, "Where is that mouse, and where is Peter Pettigrew?"

Harry and Hermione hurriedly looked at each other, panicked.

They suddenly realize that they have no idea where Peter Pettigrew is, and that he is supposed to be with Ron.

Ron had just stunned them with a stun charm, and then he ran with Peter Pettigrew to where he went.

They must be plotting something, and Blake is in a very dangerous situation right now.

"You should get out of here now, Sirius!" Harry said hurriedly.

"I don't think he's running away yet!" Harry had just finished speaking, when a cold voice came in.

The three men hurriedly turned their heads, and they saw that the door of the portrait was opened again, and Severus Snape slowly walked in, his wand pointed straight at Black. (To be continued.) )