The incredible past was revealed to Harry from the mouths of Fudge and the others—

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"The two are inseparable, and the number of times I've seen them here — oh, they always make me laugh. A great pair, Sirius Black and James Potter! ”

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With a thud, Harry's Butterbeer fell from his invisibility cloak to the ground. The Butterbeer bottle in Maple's hand suddenly vanished, and he bent down to pick up the bottle on the ground.

The butterbeer spilled on the floor, but the bottle didn't break.

"Clean it up!" Cleaning the floor of the wine stains, Maple bent down to pick up the bottle.

Hermione also cleverly bent down to pretend to pick up the bottle, but actually used the table to block herself.

However, they seemed to be overthinking, and Professor Hagrid and Professor McGonagall didn't pay attention to this at all.

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"You'd think Blake and Potter were brothers!"

"Potter trusts Blake, more than all his other friends. It's still like that when they graduate and leave school. When Jaime and Lily got married, Blake was the best man. Then they called Blake Harry's godfather. Of course Harry didn't know. You can imagine how tormenting him would have been to know this. ”

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"He did betray them! Blake, tired of the duplicitous character, prepares to publicly declare his support for Mysterio, seemingly intending to do so at the very moment of Potter's death. But, as we all know. The mysterious man lost his hand at Harry Potter Jr., he lost his mana, was extremely weak, and had to flee. This puts Blake in a dilemma, as Black has just revealed his true face as a traitor when his master falls. He had no choice but to run for his life—"

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"But what if I gave Harry to him? I bet he'd throw Harry off his bike and into the sea halfway through. His best friend's son! But if a wizard is depraved, he will not care about anything and anyone ... ”

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"Harry?" After Fudge and the others left, Hermione and Ron both looked at the air across from them with worried expressions, they couldn't see Harry's expression under the invisibility cloak, but they also imagined how painful Harry was now.

"I'm sorry, Harry, forgive me for being selfish, I can't tell you the truth just yet!" Maple muttered in his mind.

As he meditated, Maple glanced into his arms, and the bottle containing Peter Pettigrew was carrying in the pocket of his underwear.

"Peter Pettigrew died heroically. Witnesses (who were Muggles, whose memories we erased afterwards) told us how Peter Pettigrew had driven Black to the brink. They said he was sobbing. 'Lily and James, Sirius, how could you! Then he took his wand. Of course, Blake was faster than him. Peter Pettigrew was blown to pieces. ”

"Stupid boy, stupid boy! He's always terrible in duels and should have let the Ministry of Magic do it... ”

"Blake was taken away by twenty patrolmen of the Magical Law Enforcement Team, and Peter Pettigrew was awarded the Order of Sir Merlin, 1st degree, which I think was some comfort to his poor mother."

Hehe, I don't know how Peter Pettigrew, who is surviving as a mouse, should feel at this moment after listening to Fudge and their praise of his "heroic" deeds.

Maple thought sarcastically.

After hearing this, Harry and the others no longer had the heart to play Hogsmeade. Back in the secret passage, Harry took off his cloak of invisibility with a numb expression on his face, allowing Maple to drag him forward like a walking corpse.

After dinner, Harry returned to his dorm room and walked all the way to his bedside table. He pushed the book aside, and soon found what he was looking for—

A leather-faced photo album, given to him by Hagrid two years ago, filled with magical photos of his parents. He sat down on the bed, pulled the curtains around the bed, and began to flip through the pages of the album until

He stopped at a photo of his parents on their wedding day. His dad was waving at him, smiling, his messy black hair, inherited by Harry, standing on end in all directions

。 There is also a mother in the photo, with a face full of happiness, standing side by side with his father arm in arm, and it must be him. Their best man –

Sirius Black!

Seeing this handsome face, which was very different from the sunken and sallow expression that had now endured twelve years in Azkaban's prison, Harry began to feel a hatred that he had never felt before.

Even for his arch-rival Voldemort, Harry had never had such a strong hatred.

He was the best friend of Harry's parents, and his father believed in him so much, but he betrayed them, betrayed them!

The feelings of hatred were like a bottle of poisoned wine, but Harry couldn't stop, he couldn't suppress the strong feelings.

He couldn't control the bottle of poisonous wine in his heart that continued to brew and ferment, how much Harry, who had never seen his parents since he was a child, missed them, how strong the poisonous wine in his heart was at the moment...

It's just, Harry, don't let yourself get yourself into a situation from which you can't extricate yourself, and don't let hatred bury your goodness!

Dumbledore, who had been watching Harry, was silently praying there!

It was an accident that Harry knew about Blake in advance, but Dumbledore didn't directly come forward to enlighten Harry. As for Harry, he prefers to lead him silently from the sidelines, leaving Harry alone.

The next day, when Harry woke up, it was almost noon. When they woke up in the morning, both Ron and Maple tacitly agreed not to wake Harry.

The Christmas break had begun, and most of the students had already taken the train home for the holidays after going to Hogsmeade, and when Harry walked to the common room, there were only Ron, Hermione, and a girl Harry was a stranger to.

When Harry arrived, Ron was struggling to deal with a toad mint. Hermione, as always, spread her homework across the three tables. Oddly enough, Hermione's quill was lying flat on the table, the ink on it had long since dried, and her parchment had barely written a few lines.

"Where did Maple go? What about his communication watch, how can I contact him and he won't answer? Harry saw that the girl had a familiar watch on one hand, and it turned out to be Mary, the sister of Maple. Her chattering and pestering annoyed Hermione enough.

"I don't know, I've said it eight hundred times, I don't know where he went?" Hermione said impatiently, "I'm sorry, please let me bother with my homework!" ”

"I don't, if you don't tell me where Maple went, I won't leave!" Mary continued to pester.

Hermione got angry and pressed the watch button in her hand to contact Maple, and the communication watch was connected at once: "Where are you dead, come and take your sister away immediately!" ”

Mary's constant pestering also seemed to make the clever Hermione aware of something, and she deliberately accentuated the word 'sister'.

"Mary, don't make any fuss, I'll go back at once." Through the image of the watch, Maple saw Mary, and he said in the tone of a lecture to his sister.

"Why didn't you pick up my watch, and why did she get through as soon as she contacted you?" Mary asked, with tears in her eyes.

"I was dealing with something just now, it's not very convenient, sorry Mary!" Ron on the side seemed to see that something was wrong, but Maple only thought that Maly was wronged, and said in a soothing tone.

"Really?" Maly asked, holding back her tears.

"Of course it's true." Maple said.

"So what were you up to, can you tell me?" Maly asked again.

"I'm sorry Mary, but that's not easy to say." Maple took advantage of this holiday to invite Professor Lupin to Diagon Alley to introduce him to the other werewolves, and it is not convenient to say whether it is Professor Lupin's identity or Tumbledown Alley.

"What's inconvenient to say, you were lying to me just now, right, there is no such thing at all, right?"

"It's really inconvenient for me to say." Maple still insisted, "Alright, Mary, don't make a fuss! ”

Maple's attitude of treating Maly as a sister seemed to infuriate Maly even more, and sad tears flowed from her eyes again, "Am I being vexatious? Then why are you lying to me? You only have her in your eyes, and you don't care about me at all! ”

"Mary...

"Liar, big liar!" Tears welled up in Mary's eyes, and then she stopped Maple, and ran away sadly.

Halfway through, she meets Celia Dorakus (who has completely abandoned her disgusted Pandora surname), "You're Maple's sister, do you know where he is?" ”

"Another vixen!"

Why did you all come to Maple, why did you all treat me as his sister, why couldn't my brother be my alone?

After Mary finished speaking, she ignored the stunned Celia and ran away.

At this moment, Hermione didn't have the heart to do her homework, so she turned off the watch communication with a snap, and she was also unhappy with her homework in the girls' dormitory. After Hermione left, Harry and Ron looked at each other.

Where am I? What am I doing?

Harry didn't expect to encounter such a bloody drama as soon as he came downstairs, but to Ron's delight, after encountering this farce, Harry seemed to have forgotten about Sirius Black for the time being.

On Christmas Day, Harry had left Sirius Black behind.

As a Christmas present in the morning, Harry received a scarlet hooded leather tunic from Mrs. Weasley, a Gryffindor lion on the placket, twelve home-baked minced meat pies, some Christmas pastries, and a box of crunchy peanut flakes.

Maple and Hermione gave Harry study notes, which made Ron complain for a while that Maple was getting closer and closer to Hermione, but when Harry opened the gift, he saw the detailed Patronus Charm's notes on it, and Ron immediately closed his mouth.

Maple kept his promise and bought Ron an an owl, much to Ron's excitement, and he was wondering what to name his owl.

"What's that?" Ron asked as he saw a slender package in Harry's gift and played with his owl.

"I don't know."

Harry tore open the package and rolled a beautiful, sparkling broomstick onto his bed, gasping for breath. Ron tossed the owl aside in his hand even more exaggeratedly, and jumped off the bed to take a closer look.

It was a fire bolt, exactly the same one Harry had dreamed of from outside the broomstick window when he was in Diagon Alley. Harry picked it up, it sparkled, he could feel it tremble, and he let go. It hung in mid-air, unsupported, and was just right above the ground for him to ride on, his eyes visible from the golden serial number at the top of the broomstick to the end of the completely smooth, streamlined broom.

This is the latest broomstick that is much better than Malfoy's Halo 2001, and of course it is ridiculously expensive, more expensive than the entire Slytherin team combined.

After tearing open the package, Harry didn't see any cards with sender information, where he and Ron guessed who had given Harry the broomstick, and the hatred for Sirius Black that had been brewing the other day was forgotten by Harry in an unknown corner.

Just as Ron begged Harry to ride a firebolt, Hermione walked in and disturbed their Archen. Maple followed her as if she were a follower, but judging by Maple's relaxed mood at the moment, Hermione should have forgiven him.

As for Mary, Maple followed Hermione's advice and told her to calm down and take the initiative to make some friends in the same grade, otherwise she would never be able to get out of her brother's dependence.

Hermione, on the other hand, straightened her face and bit her lip when she heard Harry say that the firebolt didn't have cards or anything in it.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked.

"It's kind of weird, isn't it? I mean, that's supposed to be a pretty good broomstick, right? ”

Ron sighed angrily. "This is the best broomstick, Hermione!"

"Then it must be expensive"

"Probably more expensive than all the Slytherin broomsticks combined!" Ron said happily.

"Well, who would give Harry something of such value without telling him who it is?" Hermione asked.

"Who's going to care about that?" Ron said impatiently, "Harry, shall I ride?" ”

"I don't think anyone can ride it at the moment!" Hermione screamed.

"Do you think Harry is going to do anything with it - sweep the floor?" Ron said angrily and sarcastically.

"Alright," Maple felt the round, "Hermione, I think you probably think this broom was probably given to Harry by Sirius Black!" If that's the case, Blake may have used some kind of dark magic on his broomstick to assassinate Harry. ”

Ron suddenly stopped talking.

"I have one of the easiest ways to do it, whether there are hands and feet on it, go up and ride it." Hermione was about to object, but Maple interrupted her, "I mean, let me try it first, even if something goes wrong, I'll be fine"

As he spoke, Maple Animagus transformed into a bat, and then back again.

They arrived at the Quidditch pitch with the firebolts, and Maple stepped on them with her wand, and after a few laps in the sky without incident, Hermione was relieved to stop pestering.

As soon as Maple landed, Ron couldn't help but ride on it as soon as he got Harry's permission. The firebolts were amazing, and for the first time Ron rode such a good broomstick, and flew around the air with a look of ecstasy on the fireballa arrows. If it weren't for the cold weather, Ron and Harry would have been flying here all day with firebolts.

At lunchtime they went to the hall for the Christmas feast, and most of the students had gone home, except for a table in the center of the room for a dozen people, where Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitvier were, as did Filch, the janitor.

In addition to the four of them, there were only four students, one was Celia they were familiar with, two extremely nervous first-year students and a sixth-year Slytherin with a gloomy face.

Mary didn't come, was she still angry?

"Merry Christmas!" Dumbledore said, "There aren't many of us, and it's a bit silly to use those tables in the houses." Sit down, sit down! ”

"Firecrackers!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically, handing Snape the tail of a large silver firecracker, who reluctantly took it. The firecracker slammed, like a gun, and scattered, revealing a large witch's hat on top of it, and a specimen of a mountain carving on top of it.

It's a pity that Neville didn't turn Boggart Snape into a Snape figure in his grandmother's clothes this time, otherwise it would have been much funnier.

Thinking of this, Maple suddenly had a great idea.

Eat! Dumbledore smiled at the table.

Maple was eating a roast when the door to the hall opened, and Professor Trelawney entered.

"Sybil, it's a pleasure to have you here!" Dumbledore said and stood up.

History has changed, there were more than thirteen people at the dinner this time, could Dumbledore, who was the first to stand up, die?

Even if it is the same as always, Maple wants people to win the day and change history.

"Headmaster, I've been looking at the crystal ball," said Professor Trelawney, in her most faint and distant voice, "and to my surprise, I saw myself ditch my own lunch to come to your dinner. Who am I, and how can I refuse the urging of fate? I immediately walked out of my building, and I sincerely beg your forgiveness for being late. ”

Prophecy can meet the future, but it can't change the future, is Professor Trelawney's appearance following the instructions of fate to make Dumbledore die?

In this way, the prophet is nothing more than a puppet pulled into the vortex by fate.

Thinking of this, Maple had little interest in mastering the power of prophecy.

Dumbledore brought Professor Trelawney a chair with a wand, and Professor Trelawney sat down, looked around, and asked, "Where's the dear Professor Lupin?" ”

"He's got some personal matters to attend to." Professor Lupin was still in Tumbledown Alley at the moment, he had mingled with the werewolves there, and he had spent Christmas with them. Professor Lupin had already sent a letter to Dumbledore in advance, and he casually made up a lie to help Professor Lupin hide it.

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