After all, Harry was a newborn calf, and Blake, who had managed to kill thirteen people, was no different from Voldemort in his eyes.

Maybe I'm not even afraid of Voldemort, but I'm still afraid of you, Blake, Voldemort's hand?

Tossing and turning into the middle of the night, Harry finally knocked on Louis's door.

Looking at Louis, whose eyes were flushed in front of him, Harry seemed to understand a law.

When you want to knife a person, you can't hide your eyes no matter what.

Hearing Harry's stupid question, Louis was eager to turn him into a rat and let him play with Spotted.

"You can even slash the crystallized old man under a spell, and you're still afraid of a Sirius Black?" Louis looked at Harry as if he were looking at a retarded person.

"Oh...... Oh!" Harry nodded understandingly.

Eventually, he turned around and returned to his house under Louis's murderous gaze.

The next morning, Tom, as usual, woke Harry with his toothless smile and a cup of tea. After a brief breakfast, the group arrived at King's Cross Station.

After putting their luggage away, the children got out of the car and said goodbye to the Wesleys, who kissed each of her children goodbye, then Hermione and Catherine, and finally Harry and Louis, who gave Harry a special hug.

It could be seen that Harry was a little embarrassed, but he was still happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Be careful, Harry." She spoke earnestly as she straightened, her eyes unusually bright. Then she opened her huge handbag and handed it to Louis, "I've made sandwiches for each of you, and when you get in the car, you can divide them among each other."

"Okay, Aunt Molly." Louis took the sandwich.

Mr. Wesley walked over and called Harry aside.

"Harry, you must be scared to death." He whispered.

"Nope." Harry said sincerely, "Really." He added, for Mr. Wesley didn't seem to be very convinced.

"I'm not one to be aggressive, Mr. Wesley." Harry was silent for a moment, then continued, "But, Sirius Black, isn't he better than Voldemort—isn't it?"

Mr. Wesley winced visibly when he heard Voldemort's name.

Overcoming this emotion, he patted Harry on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Harry, I know you're, well, stronger than Fudge thought, even stronger than Fudge himself......

Fudge: UE, I'm strong.

"You're not afraid, I'm glad, but ......."

"Arthur! What are you doing? It's time to go!" Mrs. Wesley urged.

"He's coming, Molly!" Mr. Wesley shouted back, then he turned his head and said in a hurried tone, "Listen, Harry, I want you to promise—"

"Promise I'll be obedient and stay in the castle all the time?" Harry's expression was a little unhappy and rebellious.

"Not exactly." Mr. Wesley paused for a moment and put on a serious expression, "Harry, you must promise not to take the initiative to find the ...... Blake....

Harry's rebellious spirit suddenly came back up, but before he could speak, Mrs. Weasley hurried over, glared at Mr. Wesley, and shoved Harry into the car.

I don't know why, there were no people in this carriage, just a few of them, and a stranger in an extremely shabby robe, who fell asleep on the seat, the shabby robe with several patches covered his face, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but there were a lot of gray hairs mixed in the exposed hair, which was more embarrassing at first glance.

"Who is he?" Ron asked in a low voice, and they sat down and closed the door, as far away from the window as possible.

「R· Professor J. Lupin." Hermione replied quietly.

"How do you know?" Ron asked in amazement, how could this girlfriend of his know everything?

"If you

If you look better, you might see his name written on the box." Catherine replied, pointing to the luggage rack over the man's head, where there was a small worn box, tied with many worn ropes and neatly knotted, "R. The words "J. Lupin" were printed in the corner of the box, and the letters had peeled off.

Speaking of this abbreviation, the rules of the United Kingdom and the United States are completely different, such as the British prefer to abbreviate the name with the middle name, such as J· K. Rowling, R. J. Lupin; But eagle-chan people prefer to abbreviate just their middle names, such as Dwight J. D. Eisenhower, Harry M. S. Truman.

"I don't know what he's going to teach you." Ron said to himself, frowning at the silhouette of Professor Lupin.

Although Ron had not heard of Lupin's story, Professor Lupin's vicissitudes of life were written all over the story.

Louis said casually, "Needless to ask, it must be Defence Against the Dark Arts, you wouldn't expect Professor Snape to teach for another year, would you?" Does he still have Potions with him?"

"Besides......" Louis said, whispering, "aren't you afraid that other school years will be driven crazy by Snape?"

"But they didn't see madness in Potions class......" Ron said in confusion.

Louis looked too young, too simple: "You are really a pattern, Tucson is broken, the last class is already tortured enough, two major classes of Professor Snape every week, think about it, can you stand it?"

Ron looked up, trying to imagine the scene Louis had depicted, and shuddered involuntarily.

It's terrifying, and Louis is really the savior of his Hogwarts classmates in comparison.

"I've heard that Professor Lupin is at a good level, and I happened to hear from my mother that Professor Lupin has a good relationship with your father." Catherine looked down at Lupin and said to Harry.

"My father......?" Harry asked hesitantly, he could see the handful of hair on Professor Lupin's head, and he should be quite old.

"They don't look like they're the same age," he said.

"When he wakes up, just ask him." Ron shrugged and remembered what had happened before he got into the car, so he asked curiously, "By the way, Harry, what did my dad do when he stopped you?"

Harry told everyone about the Wesleys' argument and the warning that Mr. Wesley had just given him, and when he was done, Ron seemed to have been struck by lightning, and Hermione covered her mouth with her hands, and finally she put her hands down and said, "Sirius Black escaped to hunt you down? Oh my god, Harry, you have to be careful...... Be very careful, Harry, and don't ask for trouble." ….

"When did I get myself in trouble!" Harry was furious, he looked at Hermione with a look of dismay, and asked, "When did I get myself in trouble? Do you think I like someone who likes to ask for trouble?"

"Not really." Louis picked up the conversation.

"That's it." Catherine added firmly.

Harry looked at the two of them, daring to be angry. If Louis is okay, the key Catherine may not be used to him, and if she really makes her angry, I am afraid that even if Louis stops him today, he will have to enjoy the upside-down Admiralty.

"But......" Ron shuddered and couldn't even chew the gummy, "how stupid would Harry be to go and find a madman who wants to kill him?"

Their opinion of the news was much more serious than Harry himself had expected, and both Hermione and Ron seemed to be more afraid of Blake.

"It's hard to say." Louis muttered to Catherine again.

Ron let out a snort, then quickly held back his back, put on a serious face, and whispered, "But then again, I've never heard of anyone being able to escape from a high-security prison like Azkaban, my God, and he's still a number one felon, shouldn't a prisoner like him be strictly guarded?"

"There is no such thing as an absolute prison, Ron." Louis smiled and said, "It's like the Scrabbe prison, which is known as the most fortified prison in our country, and it can't prevent others from escaping, can it?"

But the road

What Ease didn't say was that Scrabbe Prison had always been the most fortified, but only God knows how.

There is an old saying in Europe, what is heaven? Heaven is the English police, the German workers and the French cooks.

What is Hell? Hell is the cooks of England, the policemen of Germany, and the workers of France.

As for why? Even if you don't know a few others, you should know what ingredients are in British cooks.

"Even if he escapes from prison, he will definitely be arrested soon, the Ministry of Magic has issued such a big wanted warrant, even the news from the Muggle side has been published......" Hermione said with a frown, "I heard about this when I was watching TV in France, and if you think about it, it was still news in the Muggle world...... They must have a way."

"It doesn't have much to do with us." Ron spread his hands and tilted his ears, "Did you hear any strange noises?"

"What's the sound?" Harry asked, stunned, he hadn't noticed anything strange just now thinking about the fact that they were going to fight.

Louis heard it, and he pointed to the suitcase on the luggage rack and said, "Oh, your suitcase."

Ron stood up, got up and went to the luggage rack to reach for the suitcase, and in a few moments, he took out a pocket speculum from the case, which spun rapidly and brilliantly on Ron's palm.

"It's said that it's cheap and not good, but I've seen it." Ron complained, "When I tethered it to Errol's leg, it was like this, and the madness never stopped, and the seller told me that as long as there were untrustworthy people around, it would always be like this...... Look at who in our house is not trustworthy?" ….

The men looked at each other, and Catherine turned her head and looked at Louis with burning eyes.

Then, following Catherine's gaze, everyone turned their eyes to Louis.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Louis was anxious: "Am I so like an inner ghost?"

There is a traitor among us!

"That makes sense." Hermione narrowed her eyes and snorted, "I knew it had to be you, hmph, how many times have you tricked us in the mirror world, I still remember how I felt when I was swallowed by a treasure mimic!"

It's a little bit of a grudge, and it belongs to yes.

"How is that possible, Louis is just joking." Ron quickly denied it, "The distrust I said to the seller shouldn't mean this kind of joke, right?"

In fact, his tone was a little uncertain, just to make up for Louis to relieve the siege.

"I'm so sad that you don't understand me, even Cathy misunderstands me." Louis deliberately pretended to be miserable, looking up to the sky and sighing, "That's it, that's it......"

"Silly ......," Catherine smiled softly, reaching out to rub Louis' silky hair.

Ron disliked that the speculum was too noisy, so he discussed it, and Harry pulled out the thick sock that Mr. Dursley had given him and slipped it in, which stopped the buzzing sound.

Lifting the thick socks, Harry remembered Uncle Vernon, and then thought of the signing sheet, "When we get back to school, let's go to Hogsmeade to play, and Aunt Vernon is finally willing to sign the signing form......

Ron immediately said, "Then we need to have some fun, Hogsmeade is the only Muggle-free magical village in England, you know, I really want to visit Duke Honey's candy store, ah...... Merlin's socks ......"

Ron looked wistful before he could finish his sigh when he was interrupted by Hermione's unhappy expression.

"Ron! While Blake was at large, I didn't think Harry should have left the school, away from Dumbledore's protection—"

Ron looked fearless, "But if you're with us, Blake wouldn't dare—"

"Stop talking nonsense, Ron!" Hermione was furious, "Blake has killed so many people on the crowded streets, do you really think

Will a few of us be able to stop this perverted murderer?"

"Isn't there still Louis?" Ron looked nonchalant.

But when he looked at Louis expectantly, he saw Louis smiling shyly.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to live with Cathy."

Ron choked, he pouted, and said reluctantly, "Well, I guess that speculum really didn't lie to me, Louis really can't be trusted!"

"You're a little late, Ron." Louis wrapped his arms around Catherine's waist and smiled nonchalantly.

The Hogwarts Express travels steadily north, leaving the season with you, and the scenery outside the window is becoming more and more wild. The dark clouds overhead were getting thicker and thicker, and under the dark clouds, the sky was getting darker and darker, and it seemed that a storm was brewing.

Outside their carriages, there were people walking back and forth non-stop, and it was noisy. Harry's carriage was a bit crowded, and it was okay to chat, but it wasn't quite suitable for resting, so Louis and Catherine went back to their compartment, intending to take a break to pass the time.

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