Harry didn't know exactly how he got back to Duke Honey's cellar and how he got back into the castle. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but it seems that Vio has been following him all along.

All he knew was that the journey back didn't seem to take much time, and he barely noticed what he was doing or what Vio was doing, because his mind was full of what he had just heard.

He had wanted to ask VIO, but seeing her speechless, it dawned on him that she didn't know anything about the facts, and that she was just trying to stop him from crawling out and confronting Professor McGonagall and Fudge

He understands that Vio is doing the right thing, that he is forbidden to Hogsmeade, and that if he is discovered, he will most likely be punished and kicked out of Hogwarts.

But he still couldn't help but get angry with Vio because of her, he lost the perfect opportunity to ask, and now, even for a long time, he wasn't sure if he would have the courage to ask anyone else for the truth of the matter.

His parents turned out to be killed by their best friend.

Why didn't anyone tell him?Dumbledore, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, Cornelius Fudge...... His parents were betrayed to death by their best friends, why was no one ever told about it?

During dinner, Vio consciously disappeared into the Gryffindor table, while Ron and Hermione had been watching Harry uneasily, not daring to talk about what they had overheard, as Percy was sitting near them.

They go upstairs to the crowded common room, only to find that Fred and George, overjoyed by the approaching end of the term, have planted six large dung bombs.

Harry didn't want Fred and George to ask him if he had been to Hogsmeade, so he quietly went to the empty dormitory and walked all the way to his bedside table.

He pushed the book aside and quickly found what he was looking for: a leather-faced photo album that Hagrid had given him two years earlier, full of magical photos of his parents.

He sat down on the bed, pulled up the curtains around the bed, and began to flip through the pages of the album until he stopped at the photo of his parents on their wedding day.

His dad was waving at him, smiling, his messy black hair, inherited by Harry, standing on end in all directions. There is also a mother in the photo, with a face full of happiness, standing side by side with his father arm in arm, and it 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 have guessed that the man in this old photograph was Blake, and his face was not sunken and sallow, but handsome, smiling.

Was he already working for Voldemort when this picture was taken?

Was he already planning to kill the two people around him?

Did he know that he was going to face twelve years in Azkaban, twelve years that would make him unrecognizable?

Vio's aunt Sigoness must have known this, and she probably already knew it in detail, which is why she asked Vio to call him during the summer vacation and invite him to Santriel Manor, after all, Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban and was looking for him everywhere

But the Dementors didn't have an effect on him, Harry thought, glaring at the handsome smiling face.

If they were too close to him, he didn't necessarily have to hear my mom screaming, Harry snapped the album shut, reached for it and tucked it into the bedside table, took off his robe, took off his glasses, lay down on the bed, and saw if the curtain had covered him.

The door to the dormitory opened.

"Harry?" Ron's voice hesitated.

Harry remained motionless and pretended to be asleep.

He heard Ron leave, so he rolled over and opened his eyes wide.

He didn't want to talk to anyone for the time being, and their parents were at least alive and well

He couldn't help but shudder when he thought that when school first started, he had been so happy that Vio hadn't gotten the consent form signed and couldn't go to Hogsmeade like him, and God knew if Vio was secretly pitying him at that time, he really couldn't face them, Vio, Hermione, and Ron.

In addition, he also has the same feelings in his heart.

Harry had a hatred that he had never known before, and it was like poison. He saw Blake laughing at him through the darkness, as if someone had taken the picture from the album and pasted it in front of him.

He watched, as if someone was showing a movie for him, Sirius Black was blowing Peter Pettigrew (who resembled Neville Longbottom) to smithereens.

He seemed to hear someone (though he didn't know what Black's voice sounded like) whispering excitedly, "It's done, master, the Potters have made me their secret." ”

Then there was the voice of another man, who laughed sharply. It was the sound in his head that the Dementors would hear when they approached......

"Harry, you, you don't have a good face. ”

Harry didn't fall asleep until dawn.

He woke up to find the dorm room empty. He got dressed and walked down the spiral staircase to the common room. There was no one there either, just Ron, who was eating a toad mint and massaging his stomach, and Hermione, who was spreading her homework all over the three tables.

"Where have all the people gone?" asked Harry.

"Come on, it's the first day of Christmas break, remember?" said Ron, observing Harry closely. "It's almost lunch, and I'm going to wake you up right away. ”

Harry sat down in the chair next to the fireplace.

Snowflakes are still flying outside the window. Crookhill lay on all fours in front of the fireplace, like a large ginger blanket, and Loutra and Doug jumped up and down beside him, sometimes rolling up and down the belly of Crookshan, which Crookhill had always been very tolerant of.

"You're really bad-looking, you know. Hermione said, looking anxiously into his face.

"I'm fine. Harry said. "Vio is home too?"

"Well, yes, that's right. But Harry, listen," Hermione said, exchanging glances with Ron, "you must be upset by what we heard yesterday. But the important thing is that you must not do stupid things. ”

"For example?" asked Harry.

"Like going after Blake. Ron said sharply.

Harry understood that the two of them had rehearsed such a conversation when he was asleep. He didn't say anything.

"You're not going to do that, are you, Harry?" said Hermione.

"It's not worth dying for Blake. Ron said.

"As soon as the Dementors approached me, I saw and heard something, you know?" asked Harry softly.

Ron and Hermione both shook their heads, worried looks. (To be continued.) )