"Sirius is Harry's godfather...... But Harry never knew. Dumbledore had long suspected that someone on our side had become a traitor, and he leaked a lot of information to the mysterious man......"

"James Potter once told Dumbledore that Blake would rather die than tell their information, and that Blake was planning to hide as well, so he insisted on using Sirius as a secret...... But less than a week after casting the Spell of Courageous Faithfulness - he betrayed them! ”

"Blake must be tired of the duplicitous character and is ready to publicly declare his support for the man who can't even name it...... But unexpectedly, his master fell, and he had no other choice but to run and run for his life...... I bet he's crazy, but if a guy is depraved, he doesn't care about anything......"

"He went insane for a while, cruel and purposeless...... This is the work of a desperate, desperate person...... I- I'll never forget, sometimes I dream of it, there were corpses everywhere, people screaming, and Blake was standing there laughing, and Peter Pedirou was right in front of him...... A pile of blood-soaked rags and a few pieces - a few broken bones—"

"Can you imagine how painful it must have been for Harry to learn the truth......

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Harry woke up from the nightmare, but didn't react aggressively, for he didn't know how many times he had had dreamed like this. He wiped the tears from his face indiscriminately, turned over in a daze, and slept on the bed with the quilt.

In the dream, in the dream, he seemed to go back to the other day when he and Ron had secretly traveled to Hogsmeade through a secret passageway, when he and Ron were hiding under a table with three broomsticks, and Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, and Minister Fudge were discussing the truth about the murder of his parents.

So that's the case, no wonder Professor Lyell said he had to find it himself......

In the dream, Harry burst into tears, desperately struggling to rush out and question a few people, but just like before, maybe it was Ron who tried his best to suppress him, or because of his reason or something, he just felt that he couldn't break through the black barrier above his head, and could only passively listen to Hagrid's low roar and Professor McGonagall's low sobs, turning the original facts into information and telling him word by word.

Although the night was deep, it was not very quiet, and the wind outside the window was howling, and strange noises continued one after another. But as long as you live in the castle for half a month or a week, you will generally get used to this kind of sound, and if you don't have this sound accompaniment, you may lose sleep!

Tomorrow is the first day of school, but Harry can't sleep, he can't sleep.

But when he lifted the crimson curtain on Ron's bed, he hesitated. Several times he had woken Ron up in the middle of the night to listen to him because of nightmares, and Ron had begun to think that he was a little nervous, although he didn't say it, but the expression in his eyes was obvious.

Although Ron wouldn't have said anything if he woke him up now, Harry himself felt uncomfortable. Looking at the stupid friend's sleeping appearance, Harry sighed, and began to miss Hermione a little, if it was her, it would definitely not be like Ron, who just said a few nonsense words to comfort herself and went to sleep.

Speaking of which, Harry suddenly realized that if something had happened to him, Dumbledore and Hagrid were the only ones to talk to besides his two friends - well, maybe one more Professor Lupin's name could be added now.

Outside the window, the wind was howling and ghostly, and when Harry went to check that the window was securely closed, he seemed to hear some faint murmuring, but it wasn't real. Subconsciously, he felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart, and it was constantly magnifying. He thought of the voice that only he and Professor Lyle could hear, and the legend of the Chamber of Secrets that had recently put everyone in danger in the castle.

Fifty years later, the secret chamber that only the Slytherin heirs could open and where it was built has been opened again, and the monsters in it have been unleashed, and they have begun to roam the castle, attacking half-blood wizards everywhere...... This is a rumor, and it is also a fact.

Because in addition to Professor Lockhart at the beginning, there have been seven students who have been attacked so far, all of them non-pure-blood wizards. If it weren't for the holidays, most of the students would have gone back to leave school, and the number of accidents would have doubled. But even though the professors had taken various measures to almost let the Dementors patrol the castle, there was still fear.

Could it be that the unknown monster locked in the secret room has come out again? Are you actually wandering around the castle now?

The more Harry thought about it, the more likely it became, and he couldn't help but get excited, and even his breathing became much more irritable. On a whim, he took out the map of the living spots that he had well hidden, wanting to see if he could monitor the castle on it and find out the murderer of the secret room incident.

"I swear I mean it." Whispering a spell to make sure it wouldn't wake the rest of the room, Harry cast a simple glowing spell on his wand, and in the faint glow he watched the ink trails spread rapidly on the yellowish blank parchment, like spider silk.

He narrowed his eyes and leaned in to carefully observe the small ink dots that were constantly moving on the map, as well as the names marked on the side. Seriously, it's not an easy thing to do, but it's not much harder in the dead of night. Since most of the people were already asleep and didn't run around, he just had to try to find the black spots that were moving.

Rubbing his sour eyes, Harry finally saw a few small ink dots that were moving, the closest to him was a much larger one on the fourth floor of the castle, which was moving at an unimaginable speed, and the ink next to it had gathered and spread into an unfamiliar name-

"Bradley!"

"Don't have a surname? Which college is this a student? Harry looked at the big ink dot that was moving at a speed of 100 meters and 4 seconds, and suddenly thought of his owl - could this really be some kind of monster, so its owner simply gave it a name.

Before Harry could react, his gaze couldn't help but wander to a few other wandering ink spots, and suddenly, his pupils shrank like pinpoints, and his face was pale like a ghost.

"Sirius, Oraine Black!"

"Peter Pediru!"

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"Good show...... It's time to begin! Sure enough, it's better to be in a hurry than to be in a hurry! ”

As soon as he walked out of the public fireplace in the auditorium with Hermione's little hand, Pei Chen suddenly looked around the auditorium with some confusion, and made gestures such as sniffing or listening from time to time, and it took about ten seconds before he stopped doing this, and said with a smile.

"What's the show?" Hermione asked curiously, blinking.

"Well, it's probably the grievances and hatreds of the older generation...... Pei Chen shook his head and said casually, but he saw Hermione's eyes light up, so he thought about it and said, "Then let's do it, you come with me, I still have to find a way to inform the other actors...... If there are fewer actors, the stage play will not be very exciting...... Although I think Lao Deng must have an arrangement. ”

Hermione looked at him suspiciously, and her intuition told her that the guy in front of her was just afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

"Ha, don't look at me like that." Pei Chen seemed to be in a good mood, shook his head and said with a smile, "I just want to do a good job of this matter as soon as possible, after all, I've spent too much time on this, and if I can finish it all at once tonight, it would undoubtedly be the best." In that case, I'll have half a school year to explore the wizarding world......"

"So you don't even want to teach next semester?" Hermione said coldly, her eyes not good.

Pei Chen was choked for a moment, and then after thinking about it seriously for a while, he explained: "That's not going to happen, I only have three classes a week, and I can still finish teaching next semester...... But after this incident, I don't have to get involved in those troublesome issues, and I can naturally spare more time to ......."

As he spoke, Pei Chen also casually glanced at his newly unlocked hidden map-

【Azkaban Wizard Prison】!

[Forbidden Forest]!

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

That's all there is to it in the past, and it's not much progress at all. This made Pei Chen realize that if he had been so entangled in the mutual calculations, grievances and hatreds of these plot characters, he would not have much possibility to continue to explore other puzzles in the magical world.

Maybe there are a lot of benefits to be gained from it, but Pei Chen faintly feels that the exploration progress delineated by the infinite space for the apostles is a real hard indicator, and it is the real benefit-if he continues like this, he will feel a little like he is abandoning the basics.

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Misery...... Wrath......

That was perhaps all Sirius Black's emotions.

It's like it was eleven years ago.

When he learned of his friend's death, he had gone insane. He watched blankly as he talked to Hagrid, blankly at the orphan he wanted to take care of his friend, blankly at himself as he lent out his motorcycle - he didn't need that car anymore, because it was meant to carry him and Jaime, but now ......

“…… Go and die with that traitor! ”

He staggered along, the thought running through his mind over and over again, and he didn't even know what he was doing. It wasn't until the moment he found Peter Pedirus, relying on his intuition so strongly, that he came to his senses - or rather, his torn heart and vengeful anger forced him to regain his sanity and strength.

Sirius smiled maniacally, clenched his wand as if he were holding a dagger of unmatched sharpness, and walked briskly towards the short, panicked man he had cornered himself from even escaping, his eyes full of madness, hatred, and resentment.

But the end is desperate - the hateful traitor faked his death and laid all the blame on him before he 'died'. Almost at the same moment as the explosion, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic arrived. Sirius was speechless in anger, and the sound sounded like the roar of a wounded beast in a desperate situation.

I'm not afraid of death, but at least let me kill him!! I'm going to kill him, please......

In the streets of the early hours of the morning, loud explosions, fierce battles, Sirius's voice went from the roar at the beginning, to the later justification, to the last begging...... Eventually, he was thrown into Azkaban, the most notorious wizarding prison in the wizarding world.

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(I'm also in pain, so let's end this volume as soon as possible...... After that, it will return to the main anime story...... ）