Snape sneered unceremoniously, "Stupid! Are you going to catch a mouse at Hogwarts that has lived for years? Or are you going to find him throughout the UK?"

"Snot, what do you mean?" Blake stepped forward and grabbed Snape by the collar, "The culprits who killed Jaime and Lily are still at large, but you told me to give up arresting him because you couldn't find him. Snape, you can't really be a Death Eater, do you?"

"Alright, Sirius." Dumbledore rubbed his eyebrows and began to fight, Calvin also pulled Blake away without saying a word, these two people have paid too much for world peace.

Sirius desperately tried to break free of Calvin's grasp: "You let go of me, Kaka. I'm going to beat him up."

"Calm down, Siri. Snape has a point," Calvin forced Sirius against the couch, "you can't find Peter by scurrying around like a headless fly. At least there has to be a clear plan."

"The word plan has nothing to do with Blake," Snape scoffed, "he's a stupid dog who only rushes forward recklessly, and if he had made some solid plans with Potter, Lily wouldn't have died."

"Severus, now is not the time to argue about what happened ten years ago." Dumbledore calmed the imminent conflict with a calm voice.

Sirius glanced at Snape and snorted disdainfully, "You can try the Living Map."

"Map of the living spots? What is that?" Calvin asked, looking up.

Sirius said in a dull voice, "A magical map, made by a few of us, that captures the whole of Hogwarts."

"It's marked with the traces of everyone in Hogwarts," Sirius looked at the gray-haired old man, "including Headmaster Dumbledore."

"I originally wanted to leave it to Calvin when I graduated, but I didn't expect him to transfer to Beauxbatons, so I didn't tell you and stayed in school."

Hearing Sirius say this, Calvin seemed to remember something, "Siri, if you're talking about a map that shows everyone's whereabouts, then there's a good chance it's been stolen by Peter."

Dumbledore and Snape looked at Calvin in confusion. Calvin then explained, "There's a good chance that the map was in the hands of the Wesley Twins, and you probably never caught them on a night tour."

Snape thought for a moment, and it seemed that he had indeed not found that George and Fred had any irregularities in the night tour.

"They told me that they had lost a map, and then they asked me if I could make a map showing everyone's whereabouts."

"Damn," Sirius scolded, "it must be Peter, he's always been so careful."

As Sirius continued to curse and everyone in the office was trying to figure out what to do, a tall, angry-faced female ghost with a pearl white body passed through the wall and entered the headmaster's office.

Headmaster Dumbledore stood up to greet him, "Miss Gray, did you come to me for something?"

When Calvin saw Helena, he was slightly panicked. After all, he promised to repair his mother's relics, but he didn't expect that not only did he not repair it, but he melted down the Ravenclaw crown.

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"Dear Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm not here for you," Helena's voice had a kind of arrogance in her bones, and she looked around the office and went straight to Calvin, "I'm here for him, Capet, what happened to your mother's crown?"

Calvin replied with a vague expression, "Still preparing, Miss Gray, you know that the Ravenclaw crown is a very powerful and ancient alchemical device, and even if I wanted to, it would take a long time to repair..."

"You're still lying!" Helena angrily interrupted Calvin's words, and slowly floated a silver mirror from her ghost body and placed it on Dumbledore's desk, crying, "What did you make my mother's crown!"

However, none of the four people present cared about what Helena said, and they all gathered around to look at the silver mirror. Calvin put on his dragonskin gloves and carefully observed the changes in the silver mirror, and after a moment said regretfully, "Voldemort has been let go, and it seems that Peter's movements are fast."

"I remember Peter wasn't good at alchemy, how he got Voldemort out so quickly." Sirius asked, scratching the back of his head.

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"It's easier to destroy than to create, Sirius," Dumbledore explained, "and because of time, Calvin only made a half-finished product."

"Did you listen to me?" Ms. Gray emerged from the middle of the circle of four.

"I'm sorry, Helena," Calvin didn't show any apology on his face, "where did you find this mirror?"

Helena flew to the table and looked down at Calvin from above, "Don't call me Helena, I found it in the Room of Requirement. Capet, you promised me to repair my mother's crown, and now you have made it like this, and you are like your friend Barrow, who has always been a deceit."

Helena was as excited as a little girl.

Calvin tried his best to explain, but Helena had already run to Dumbledore with the victim and cried, even if he had the ability, he couldn't take a dead man.

"Please calm down, Miss Gray," Dumbledore explained to Helena, "I promise you, Professor Capet will fix your mother's crown by Christmas this year. It's what it looks like now, and that's what I'm asking for. Rest assured, Capet is not a man who does not keep his promises."

With that, Dumbledore winked at Calvin. Calvin reluctantly said, "Yes, Lady Gray, I promise that I will be able to fix your mother's crown by Christmas this year."

"Hell, I owe Dumbledore another favor."

Helena spun her gorgeous long dress, looked at Calvin, then at Dumbledore, and finally said in her haughty voice, "In that case, Mr. Headmaster is willing to vouch for you, then I will trust you one last time. Don't let me down."

Ms. Gray walked through the wall and left the office, and Calvin breathed a sigh of relief.

Dumbledore carefully twisted the silver mirror with his left hand, "The good news is that we've at least found the silver mirror."

"yes, but the bad news is that Voldemort is gone, and he has a more reliable servant." Calvin said self-deprecatingly.

He knew Peter, a man who could be friends with James, Sirius, and Remus, a wizard who had mastered the Animagus without a teacher's guidance, and who was not much worse than Sirius.

"Damn it." Sirius cursed and walked out the door.

"Ciri, where are you going?" Calvin asked.

"I'm going to find the most famous master of prophecy, and even if I spend the last Nat in the Blake's coffers, I'm going to find Peter, a traitor!"

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