"I could hear my mom screaming, hear her pleading with Voldemort. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info If you hear your mother screaming like that, and you are about to be killed, you will not forget it. If you find someone who everyone thought was her friend, but he betrayed her and told Voldemort to go after her......"

"You can't do anything!" said Hermione, worried. "The Dementors will capture Black, Black will return to Azkaban, and, he deserves it!"

"You heard what Fudge said. Blake is not like a normal person who is affected by Azkaban. This punishment is not the same for him as it is for others. ”

"What are you talking about?" said Ron, looking nervous.

"Do you want to kill Blake or do you have other plans?"

"Don't be stupid," Hermione said, panic in her voice, "Harry didn't want to kill anyone, did he, Harry?"

Harry looked at her quietly, his eyes vacant.

"No, no, Harry!" Hermione said desperately, "Vio has gone home to ask her aunt for the whole thing, we can get the latest progress from her aunt, the Ministry of Magic must have other solutions, more than one Azkaban can punish the criminals, isn't it?"

Harry didn't answer. He didn't know what he wanted to do.

All he knew was that while Blake was at large, he had nothing to do, and the thought was almost unbearable for him.

"Malfoy knows," he said suddenly, "remember what he said in Potions class?" If it were me, I would go after him myself, and I would take revenge. ’”

"Are you going to listen to Malfoy's counsel and not listen to us?" Ron said furiously, "Listen, do you know what Peter Pettigrew's mom got after Blake got Peter Pettigrew? Dad told me it was the Sir Merlin Medal, First Degree, and Peter Pettigrew finger in the box. This is the largest piece of his remains that can be found. Black is crazy, Harry, and he's dangerous......"

"Malfoy's dad must have told him," Harry said, ignoring what Ron had just said, "he's the heart of Voldemort...... He's still very close to Vio's parents!Vio Santriel, she knows if it's because of this."

"No!" Hermione interrupted Harry in annoyance. "What are you thinking Harry, vio is our friend!"

"Everybody thinks Blake is a friend of my parents!" Harry shouted. "He attended their wedding as the best man, only to turn around and run to Voldemort to spy on his 'friend'!"

Hermione was speechless and stared at Harry as if she had never known him.

Ron sneered, "We won't! Harry, so is Vio."

Harry took a deep breath and was shocked to find that Hermione and Ron's faces were pale, as if they had just recovered from a serious illness.

So, the Malfoys apparently knew that Black was working for Voldemort. Harry dryly changed the subject, and after venting his anger at Vio's inability to keep his promise to tell him the truth, he realized that he was just talking, and didn't really feel that Vio would betray him like Blake and try to skip the word

"And Malfoy wants to see you blow up to a million pieces, like Peter Pettigrew, and figure it out, Malfoy wants you to kill yourself before Quidditch. Ron quickly picked it up, relieved.

"Harry, please," Hermione said, tears now shining in her eyes, "please be sensible. Blake did a very, very horrible thing, but don't put yourself in danger, that's what Blake would have liked, oh Harry, if you go to Blake, you're going to deliver it to him yourself. Your mom and dad don't want you to get hurt, do they? they'll never ask you to go to Blake!"

"I'll never know what they think, because, thanks to Blake, I've never spoken to them. Harry said irritably.

For a moment no one spoke, and then Crookshan stretched out and flexed his four paws. The furballs jumped on Ron's shoulders one left and one right.

"Look," Ron said, apparently intending to change the subject, "it's the holidays, Christmas is coming, let's go down and see Hagrid, it's been a long time since we've seen him!"

"No," Hermione said immediately, "Harry can't leave the castle, Ron!"

"Ah, let's go," said Harry, sitting up straight, "I could ask him why he never mentioned Blake when he told me all about my parents!"

Further discussion of Blake was clearly not something Ron and Hermione had in mind.

"Otherwise, let's play chess," Ron hastily rephrased, "or play with the stones, Percy left a set......

"No, go see Hagrid. Harry said firmly.

So they took their cloaks from their quarters, and through the hole in the portrait ("Stop, fight, you yellow-bellied mongrel!"), walked through the empty castle, and out of the oak gates.

They walked slowly on the lawn, leaving a shallow furrow in the dazzling powdery snow, and the edges of their socks and cloaks were soaked and frozen.

The Forbidden Forest looked like it had been magical, each tree was slightly covered in silver, and Hagrid's hut looked like a piece of sorbet.

Ron knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"He's not out, is he?" said Hermione, shivering under her cloak.

Ron pressed his ear to the door.

"There's a strange sound," he said, "listen, is it Tooth?"

Harry and Hermione put their ears to the door to listen. There was a low, regularly quivering moan from inside the hut.

"We'd better go find someone, shall we?" said Ron uneasily.

"Hagrid!" Harry shouted, banging the door, "Hagrid, are you home?"

Heavy footsteps were heard, and the door creaked open. Hagrid stood there, his eyes red and swollen, tears falling on the front of his leather vest.

"You hear me!" he shouted, and then at once he lunged on Harry, putting his arms around Harry's neck.

Hagrid was at least twice the size of a normal person, and that wasn't a joke.

Harry was on the verge of collapse under Hagrid's pressure, but was rescued by Ron and Hermione, who each got under Hagrid's armpit and lifted him up.

Harry helped, too, and the three of them got Hagrid back to the hut.

Hagrid allowed himself to be led to a chair and sat down, then threw himself on the edge of the table, sobbing uncontrollably, his face covered with tears, which fell onto his tangled beard.

"Hagrid, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, stunned.

Harry found an official-looking letter on the table, which had been opened. (To be continued.) )