Speaking of which, Maca only remembers a rough idea of Sirius Black's unjust imprisonment. But once the results are known, it is much easier to look up the information and deduce the course of events than to analyze them from scratch.

However, the professors almost completely disbelieved Maca's arguments.

Among them, Hagrid reacted the most violently.

"I've met him!" Hagrid exclaimed, "I must have been the last person to see him before that happened!" ”

"After those people were killed, it was I who rescued Harry from Jaime and Lily's house! He was in the ruins of that house...... Poor little thing, with a long wound on his forehead, and his parents are dead......"

"That's when Sirius Black appeared, riding on his usual flying bike! I couldn't figure out what he was doing there - I didn't know he was Jaime and Lily's secret keeper. ”

"I thought he had heard about the attack by the mysterious man and was there to help his good friend! He was pale and trembling......"

At this point, Hagrid suddenly roared, "Do you know what I did? I comforted that murderous traitor! ”

"Hagrid, don't!" Professor McGonagall said, "Keep your voice down! ”

"Oh-sorry, Maca, I'm not mad at you," Hagrid put his thick arm around Marka's shoulder, "You're too young to understand that good guys and bad guys are sometimes hard to tell - I was mistaken!" ”

"But at the time, how did I know he wasn't grieving for Lily and Jaime - he cared about the mystery man!" "And then he said, 'Give it to me, Hagrid, I'm his godfather, and I'll take care of him-'. ”

"Hah! But Dumbledore told me, so I said to Blake, 'No, Dumbledore said Harry should go to his aunt and uncle'. Blake disagreed, of course, but I insisted, and finally he gave in - he told me to get Harry there on his motorcycle. ”

"'I don't need this bike anymore', I remember it well, that's what he said!"

"I should have known there was something suspicious about this. He loves that motorcycle, why did he give it to me? Why doesn't he need that motorcycle anymore? Actually, it couldn't be easier to understand - Dumbledore knew that he had been the secret keeper of the Potters! Blake knew he was going to run for his life that night, and knew that the Ministry of Magic would come after him in a few hours! ”

"But what if I gave Harry to him? I bet he'd throw Harry off his bike and into the sea halfway through! His best friend's son! ”

At this, Hagrid bowed his head bitterly, took a long sip of wine, and stopped talking.

There was a long silence.

After a while, Lady Rosmerta couldn't help herself, and she asked again, "So, what is that Brave Loyalty Spell?" ”

"It's a very esoteric spell," Maka explained, "and it works with souls and contracts, and maybe even with ......"

At this point, Maca paused, and then continued: "Well, to put it simply, it is to use magic to hide a secret in the soul of a living person. This secret is hidden in the heart of the chosen one, the 'secret man'. As long as the secret keeper refuses to reveal it, no one else will ever be able to learn what the secret is meant to hide. ”

At this point, Professor Flitwick continued, "Yes, as long as the secret man refuses to speak, the mystery man will search the village where the Potters have lived for many years, and I will never find them—not even if he flattens his nose on the glass window outside their living room!" ”

Maca couldn't help but glance at Flitwick.

I don't know if Flitwick could be a divination professor or something—Voldemort's nose was indeed flattened!

Ms. Rosmerta was glad that she knew so many secrets, and she couldn't help but comfort, "But he didn't find a way to hide, did he?" The next day, the Ministry of Magic caught him! ”

"Well, if only we had caught him," Fudge said bitterly, "it wasn't us who found him. It's Peter Pettigrew, another of Potter's friends. He must have gone berserk with grief - he knew that Black had once been the Potters' secret keeper, so he went after him himself. ”

Peter Pettigrew...... Was that chubby little boy, the one who had been following them at Hogwarts? Rosmerta asked.

"He worshipped Potter and Black as heroes," said Professor McGonagall, "and he was never one of them, if he was smart, and I was always very fierce with him." You can imagine when I knew—"

Her voice was astringent, as if she had suddenly caught a cold.

"In fact, I can't believe that he's the one who keeps it secret, that he's the one who betrayed the Potters." Professor McGonagall said with red eyes, "That little guy has always been so timid, how could he-"

"Yes! He'd been brave once, but just once—" Hagrid echoed, sobbing violently.

"All right, Minerva," Fudge said comfortingly, "Peter Pettigrew is a hero!" Eyewitnesses at the time—I mean the Muggles on the street, whose memories we erased afterwards—described how Peter Pettigrew had driven Black to the brink. Peter was sobbing and said, 'Lily and James...... Sirius! How can you do that! Then he picked up his wand - of course, Blake was much faster than him, and Peter was blown to pieces! ”

Professor McGonagall blew her nose and said excitedly, "Stupid boy, stupid boy...... He's always bad at dueling! The Ministry of Magic should do it......"

"I'm telling you, if I catch Black before Peter Pettigrew, I won't use any wand—I'll break his limbs one by one!" Hagrid roared.

"You don't even know what you're talking about, Hagrid!" Fudge said sharply, "Only a trained striker from the Magical Law Enforcement Team might be able to defeat Blake before he reaches the end of his life!" I was the undersecretary of the Department of Magical Calamity at the time, and I was one of the first to arrive at the scene after Black killed so many people. I- I'll never forget that scene. ”

"Sometimes I dream about it! There's a big crater in the middle of the street, so deep that it's broken the sewer pipes underneath - there are corpses everywhere! Muggles screamed, and Black stood there laughing maniacally, the wreckage of Peter Pettigrew right in front of him. That pile of blood-stained robes and not much-"

"Oh...... Not many pieces ......"

Fudge stopped suddenly, followed by the sound of five people blowing their noses.

Maca looked at them, and he blinked, wondering if he needed to cooperate or something.

In fact, his goal has already been achieved.

Marca had no intention of convincing them, and all of his words were addressed to Blake outside the window. When he saw the window pane move, he knew that today's plan was completely completed.

And now, all he had to do was finish the greasy butterbeer and get out of here normally, and that's it.

As the adults were about to get up and leave, Maca extended an invitation to tonight's open-air party.

Whether it was to bless the graduates or to protect the students from being disturbed by the Dementors, at least, the professors were happy to attend the party.

Even the Minister of Magic, Fudge, promised Maca to show her face at the party!

As the tavern door opened, and another shower of snow swept into the room, they all stepped out of their three brooms. After saying goodbye to them, Maca left in the other direction.

As Maca passed by the entrance of the alley next to her, Blake was hiding in the shadows, his eyes fixed on Maca, not knowing what he was thinking.

……

Harry wasn't sure how he got back to Duke Honey's cellar and how he got into the tunnels and re-entered the castle.

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

Why didn't anyone tell him? Dumbledore, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, Cornelius Fudge...... There's even maca! They all know that his parents were betrayed to death by their best friends!

But why was no one ever told him about it?

Ron and Hermione followed Harry all the way back to Hogwarts because they were worried about him, watching Harry uneasily, but not knowing what to say.

During dinner, Ron and Hermione realized that the students who were dining in the hall today were a bit sparse - many of them had gone to the open-air party hosted by Maca.

After the meal, Harry quietly went to the empty dormitory and walked all the way to his bedside table.

He pushed the book aside, and soon found what he was looking for—a leather-covered photo album that Hagrid had given him two years earlier, and which contained magical photographs of his parents.

He sat down on the bed, pulled the curtains around it, and began to flip through the pages of the album all the way to ......

He stopped at a 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, and her cheeks are filled with joy red because of happiness. She stood arm in arm with her father, and ...... That 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 person in this old photo was Blake.

His face wasn't sunken and salallow like the Ministry of Magic notice, he was handsome and grinning.

Was he already working for Voldemort when this picture was taken? Was he already planning to kill the two people around him? He knew he was going to face 12 years of life in Azkaban, and 12 years that would make him unrecognizable?

Harry snapped the album shut and reached for it and slipped it into the bedside table.