"Can we hit the werewolf?" After class, Hermione had an incomprehensible expression.

"Or he wants us to stay where we are, shredded by the werewolves, or bitten." Ron had a terrible feeling about the Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson taught by Snape.

"I don't understand why Professor Lupin would ask Snape to substitute for him. Harry, weren't you learning the Patronus Charm with Lupin lately, why didn't he come to class? ”

Harry was a little absent-minded, and he didn't react until Ron asked again.

"Can you go to the game in your form? Harry. Hermione looked at him worriedly, not knowing what had happened to Harry, but her female instincts had made her sense that something was wrong with Harry.

Harry forced a smile,

"I'm fine, Professor Lupin should have left the school in a hurry, his expression was a little wrong yesterday. By the way," Harry suddenly remembered something.

"McGoss, Wood told you to go to Quidditch Training Ground later."

After Harry and Ron left, Hermione pulled on Ramegoth's magic robe.

"Are you hiding something from me?"

Faced with Hermione's shiny Carslan eyes, McGoth had a headache, and sometimes it wasn't necessarily a good thing for a friend to be too smart.

"It's a bit complicated." He said thoughtfully, since Hermione was aware, it was nothing to tell her.

Hermione heard this and felt that McGoth was ready to perfunctory her.

"So you're not going to tell me?"

"Not really." McGoth waved his hand.

"Mostly it has to do with Harry's father." With that, he looked around and pulled Hermione around a corner.

"That day after the Screaming Shack separated, we met Sirius. Black. ”

Hermione was startled, her mouth slightly open, and if it hadn't been for McGoss's quick reaction to cover her mouth, she would have screamed by now.

Hermione's face flushed slightly, she pushed McGoss's hand away, and continued to ask as she pretended not to care.

"Then how did you escape?"

"Uh," McGoth smiled awkwardly.

"Sirius must have let us go, and Ron and I were already under the Coma Curse at that time."

McGoth's answer sounded even more unbelievable to Hermione than Snape's answer just now.

"He let you go? How is this possible, he is..."

"Mystery's most loyal men." She said this in a low voice.

"So things are a bit complicated, anyway, in the end he let us go, and told us that he was actually framed, and that the real subordinate of the mysterious man is Peter Pettigrew. And he was the one who killed Harry's father. ”

The sentence was a bit informative, and it took Hermione a moment to accept it.

"Then you believe him?"

"Of course not." McGoth replied immediately.

"Harry hopes to find Peter Pettigrew and confront Sirius head-to-face." He then told Sirius what he had said.

"Harry didn't trust Sirius, but he did let us go, and if he wanted our lives, he didn't have to. Harry guessed he was trying to trick us into trust, but I think it was Harry's excuse for believing that Sirius had killed his father. ”

Hermione, who thought she could help, didn't break down, and if Pettigrew-Peter really died that year, then there was no need to say, Sirius must be lying, but if he was still alive, then Sirius's words were eighty percent true.

"So, the most important thing now is to find this 'dead' wizard." Hermione muttered to herself.

"But we can't be sure if he's really dead or faked his death. Sirius's words alone are not to be believed, and even if he did spare you, it does not rule out that he did it on purpose, perhaps he just wanted you to investigate a non-existent wizard and then kill you in your remorse and despair. ”

Being analyzed by Hermione like this, even Mygoth, who knew the answer, was a little creepy, Sirius should not really be tortured by the Dementors into a pervert.

"By that way, do we still want to find Peter Pettigrew?"

Hermione shook her head irritably,

"How can we find a wizard who doesn't exist in the school?"

Magos sighed, "All I can think of is a living map, but unfortunately it can't help it." Or let's ask the twins, they have a lot of ideas. ”

"By the way, why don't we just tell Headmaster Dumbledore, if we catch him and use the truth potion, we won't know if what he said is true or false." Hermione's eyes lit up.

Hermione mentioned this, and McGoth remembered that there was something in the wizarding world called the elixir.

"That's a good idea, at least better than my idea of a surveillance prop that I don't know exists. In that case, I think he'll agree. ”

Without further ado, McGoth and Hermione walked towards the Quidditch training ground, and although it was raging outside, Wood clearly had no intention of letting Harry stop their training.

In fact, the weather outside was worse than McGos had imagined. Winds, torrential rain, lightning, and thunder are incessant, and in this kind of weather, normal people will never leave the room without having to.

"Wood is just crazy." Magos used his wand to create a magical barrier against the wind and rain to envelop him and Hermione. You must know that in this kind of weather, the consumption of magic power in this way is very large, and even he can't last long.

"I heard that Diggory was putting Wood under a lot of pressure."

"He should have believed Harry, although Cedric did look a lot stronger than Harry."

Soon, they arrived at the Quidditch training ground, where all the team members were divided into two teams on broomsticks to face each other in the sky.

"Looks like we're going to have to wait until they're done." Hermione looked vaguely at the figure in the sky through the rain.

"If it's the same weather tomorrow, Wood will go crazy."

"He's gone crazy."

As he spoke, a huge bolt of lightning lit up the entire sky, as if one or two of the team members had almost been hit.

"I think we should put a few more lightning rods here, although these lightning bolts are hard to kill us, but they also hurt."

After the thrilling scene, McGoth and Hermione thought they were going to pause their training, but Wood yelled in the air to continue.

"That lightning almost hit me just now." An angry female voice is sent by the wind.

"It seems that it was Angelina who was almost struck by lightning just now."

"If we continue to stay here, we may also be hacked." Speaking of which, the magical barrier maintained by Magos disappeared in an instant, and they were bathed in the storm for less than a second, just like the soup chickens in the sky.

"How long will we have to wait?" Hermione covered her eyes with her hand and said with difficulty.

"That's up to him." Magos casually pointed to the sky, wondering if the figure was Wood.