The early morning at Hogwarts was a peaceful scene, with students sitting in the spacious hall eating breakfast, filled with the smell of fried sausages, yawning, sleepy-eyed, holding forks in a daze, putting food in their mouths, and others whispering to each other, discussing new things while eating breakfast.

Harry and Ron sat together, eating their plates, and Hermione sat across from them, chin clawed, looking out the window, as if waiting for something more than to eat.

"Hmm! Why don't you eat it? Ron mumbled as his mouth filled his mouth with food, and Harry looked up at Hermione curiously.

Hermione glanced at them, but didn't speak, when a flock of owls flew out of the window, swooping down on the long table below, with various items strapped to their feet and bodies.

A gray owl landed in front of Hermione with a thick bundle of newspapers on its back, Hermione hurriedly removed the newspaper from the owl's back, and the owl flapped its wings and flew away from the long table.

"You order so many newspapers?" Ron looked at Hermione with his mouth wide open.

Harry was also surprised, reading the newspaper in his memory, as if it was something that only adults do.

"Haven't you ever seen anyone read a newspaper?" Hermione glared at the two of them angrily, picked up a newspaper, blocked their view, and began to read.

The surrounding Gryffindor students also looked at Hermione in amazement, obviously it was very strange for a little girl to read the newspaper seriously.

Hermione, no matter what everyone thought, was already drawn to the contents of the newspaper.

The front page of the Daily Prophet has only one headline, "Hero or Demon," and below is a huge photo of Madara. Dressed in a black suit, with a wand in his hand, his black and white eyes revealed a hint of indifference.

"This newspaper senior reporter Rita. Skeeter takes you into the mysterious world of the Hogwarts Defence Against the Dark Arts professor......"

Hermione stared at the long news under the photo. It's about Madara killing Peter, although Madara is not criticized between the lines, but it still reveals deep doubts, and by the way, Dumbledore is brought up, the wording is very interesting, faintly mentioning that Madara may be the new Dark Lord, and most people's first reaction after reading it is that Madara is a demon. Not a hero.

Bang!

Hermione looked at it for a moment, then slammed the newspaper on the table, and the plate on the table shook.

Harry and Ron were terrified. He looked up at Hermione in amazement.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked cautiously.

Hermione picked up the book on the table and walked out of the hall in a huff.

Harry frowned slightly, staring at the Daily Prophet on the table, and put down the food in his hand. I picked up the newspaper and read it carefully. Ron glanced sideways, falling silent.

Headmaster's Office of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, and across from him sat a man of about thirty years old, looking haggard, dressed in a neat dark red striped suit, with elegant black hair, little muscle on his face, and deeply sunken eyes. However, he can still see a bit of handsome appearance, and his hands are like chicken feet. Tall, skinny, like a humanoid matchstick.

Sirius. Blake appears!

"We haven't seen each other in a long time!" Dumbledore looked at the unadult-looking Black and sighed, the handsome and dashing student back then was now like a humanoid skeleton.

"Yes! I can't believe I'll ever make it out of Azkaban alive! Blake lowered his head, his eyes darkened.

"Now that it's over, don't think about it anymore!" Dumbledore seemed to know what Blake was thinking, and his tone was calm, as if soothing.

"I ...... I can't believe Peter didn't die! Blake suddenly clenched his fists, his eyes shot with hatred, he had been tortured every day in Azkaban for eleven years, living like a ghost, but the enemy was at ease, if it wasn't for Madara's appearance, I am afraid that he would have died in Azkaban, and he might not have known that Peter was still alive.

"Now that he's dead, you don't have to mind!" Dumbledore said flatly.

"Is Harry, okay?" Blake sighed and asked in a low voice.

"Excellent! You want to see him! Dumbledore smiled.

"I want to dream of it!" Blake nodded heavily.

The door to the principal's office suddenly opened, and a young man entered, dressed in a black suit, with his hands in his trouser pockets, long white hair, and a look of indifference flashing in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" The wooden clone glanced at Blake in his chair and asked Dumbledore.

"Someone wants to meet you!" Dumbledore's eyes full of wisdom behind his half-moon glasses narrowed slightly, and the spots gave him a strange feeling, and his strength was weakened too much.

"What the hell is going on?" Dumbledore was thinking in his heart, and Blake, who was in the chair opposite, had already stood up, stretched out his right hand, and said a little nervously, "You are Professor Madara Uchiha!" I'm Blake, you can call me Sirius. ”

"Hello!" The wooden clone nodded, reaching out and shaking Blake's hand.

"Thank you very much for Peter!" Blake stared at Madara closely, he had just been released from prison, sorted out his appearance, and hurried to Hogwarts, in addition to thanking Madara for helping him avenge him and rescuing him from prison, he also had to find his godson Harry Potter, and at the same time he was now homeless, hoping that Dumbledore could give him some advice.

"You don't resent me for killing your friend!" The wooden clone said nonchalantly.

"Peter deserved to die!" Blake's tone was firm, but there was a hint of complexity in his eyes, life is impermanent, and the four people who were like brothers back then are now only him and Lupin.

"It's nothing, I'll go first!" The wooden clone stopped paying attention to Blake and looked at Dumbledore, who was still staring at him.

"Professor Madara, Black doesn't have a wand right now, and I want to give him the holly wand you gave me!" Dumbledore said with a smile when he saw that the wooden clone was leaving.

"Since it's all given to you, why do you ask me what I'm doing!" The wooden clone turned and walked towards the door, leaving the headmaster's office.

Dumbledore opened the drawer, took out a small box, opened the lid, and there was a black wand lying inside, which was the holly wood wand that Madara gave Dumbledore, and now his old wand was back, and the strength was doubled, so naturally there was no need for other wands.

"Try it! While you can buy another one at Ollivanders' shop, I have a hunch that this wand will be a good fit for you. Dumbledore placed the holly wand in front of Black.

Blake's eyes were confused, obviously not understanding why Madara had given Dumbledore his wand, but he still picked up his wand and said softly, "Fluorescent flicker!" ”

The tip of the holly wood wand suddenly burst into a dazzling light, illuminating the entire headmaster's room. (To be continued......)

ps: Thanks to the tips of 'Lyich', 'Funeral Flowers', and 'Not Yet'!

I'm sorry! It's late today.,I'm smoothing out the plot.,Two chapters sent together.。