"Nosy like Lily?" Sirius spoke in a strange tone, a little hard to imagine the scene, and Jaime sternly stopped himself from playing a prank.

"It's as smart as Lily." Lupin said helplessly, "Even sharper." ”

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, turned his head to look at Harry, and considered his words more carefully: "Jaime may have been a little too much when he was younger. ”

"It's going to make some nasty jokes on some innocent people."

"But ......"

Sirius tilted his head, he didn't like that very much, but it was the truth.

"I can take it off, I'm not that vulnerable." Harry spoke nonchalantly.

Lupin raised his hand and pressed Harry's shoulder: "Jaime has shortcomings, he's a good guy. ”

"And he loved me very much, and he was a very good father." Harry continued with his words.

Lupin breathed a sigh of relief.

Sirius hung his head.

"So you don't know Snape has something to do with my mother's death?" Harry changed the subject.

Lupin was a little surprised: "Are you suspicious of Snape?" But he ......"

Sirius clenched his fists.

"Just guessing." Harry shook his head, "Since you don't know, I'll ask Dumbledore again when I get a chance." ”

"Don't ask! I know that slug! Sirius shouted, "He can't be a good man, just go over and ask him!" ”

"I heard Lupin say last night, don't you know a spell that will make people tell the truth? Use that directly on him. ”

Harry whispered, "That spell didn't work for Snape, he's a master of Occlumency. ”

Sirius was surprised: "Just him? ”

"Then we'll just hang him up, I remember Remus, you're going to vomit the real elixir? Fill him with a bottle and let him spit out the truth. ”

Lupin sighed.

Harry corrected his mistake: "First of all, for a master of Occlumency, the elixir is of no use. ”

Sirius was stunned.

"Secondly, Snape is very difficult to deal with." Harry paused, "Maybe the three of us will have to go up together to kill him, and it will be even harder to capture him alive." ”

"Impossible!" Sirius waved his hand and stood up from the bed, "How could that slug be so powerful?" ”

Lupin spoke: "Snape is really that good now. ”

"He's a Potions Master, the kind that no one doubts."

Sirius shook his head, and his tone was tenacious: "I'll just question it." ”

"Then you'll have to be a potion maker with a lot of success in the field of potions, at least at Lily's level." Lupin shrugged, his tone casual, right in the Sirius Death Den.

Sirius's eyes rolled and his gaze fell on Harry, "Harry, Remus said that you inherited Lily from your brain, so you should be good at potions as well?" ”

Harry nodded, "But I don't question Professor Snape's achievements in potions. ”

Sirius sat back down, "Harry, you're the same, he's really good now?" ”

Harry and Lupin nodded.

Sirius sighed, clutching his messy head, "Okay, I'm going to go to Diagon Alley today, Harry, you're going to ...... with me"

"Not yet." Harry and Lupin shook their heads together.

Sirius glared, "Why?" Peter was dead. ”

"The bodies were all taken away by the Ministry of Magic."

Lupin patiently explained: "It's only now that the Ministry of Magic knows that they need to review it, and after the review, they will re-interrogate you, and then decide on your charges before they can revoke your current wanted notice." ”

"The crime? What other charges do I have? Sirius was confused.

Harry's tone was flat: "Prison escape from Azkaban, illegal Animagus." ”

Sirius opened his mouth wide, "Oh, yes, that's the case. ”

He looked at Lupin and Harry pitifully and aggrievedly, "So what should I do?" ”

"As long as you don't be impulsive, Fudge will take care of these problems for you." Harry said, pausing slightly, "If his brain is still at the same level as the last time I saw him." ”

Sirius had a bad feeling.

"Dumbledore will help you too, but Animagus will have to register with the Ministry of Magic." Lupin shook his head, his tone soft.

Sirius frowned, "I don't want to. ”

"The last Transfiguration Master of this century, don't you think that's a pretty good name?" Harry comforted, "It's better than going back to Azkaban." ”

This title made Sirius grin uncontrollably.

Harry was relieved.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a brain, at least a few words can make you happy.

"Then I'll walk around Hogwarts." Sirius retreated, "I haven't been back to the castle in a long time. ”

"Remember to become Animagus." Lupin hurriedly admonished.

Sirius pursed his lips and began to feel aggrieved again: "Why, I don't go to Diagon Alley again, just ...... in the castle"

"Wanted warrants aren't just in castles." Harry interrupted him, his tone soft as if coaxing a child, "The little wizards know that, too. ”

"When they see you, they will report it to the parents very intimately, and it will only make a bigger fuss when the time comes."

Sirius sighed.

"Don't worry, the Ministry of Magic will take care of this soon." Harry continued to comfort him.

The Ministry of Magic has indeed burst out with great efficiency in this matter.

On Wednesday, Sirius flew into the hands of the Ministry of Magic, who was going to the Ministry of Magic to review what happened thirteen years ago, and on Saturday he was going to make up for the trial process that he didn't have thirteen years ago.

Before Christmas.

The dust settled.

On the 19th, the Daily Prophet published the news.

In the new week, give all wizards an unbeatable shock.

In the Gryffindor lounge.

On Sundays, the little wizards are reluctant to go to the auditorium to eat, especially on such a cold day, is it because the quilt is uncomfortable, or is the house-elf not good?

Even the little wizards who had the perseverance to get out of bed were crowded around the fireplace.

Harry, they shifted to the corner.

The magic flame keeps them warm, not much different from being in front of the fireplace.

Hermione held the newspaper, and the more she read it, the more her brow furrowed: "The Ministry of Magic is really shameless, how can they be embarrassed to write that!" ”

"What was written?" Ron was curious.

Hermione handed him the newspaper and combed Crookshank with a blank face: "Obviously the Ministry of Magic didn't do anything, and put something as dangerous as the Dementors into the castle. ”

"Everything was done by Harry, Peter was captured by Harry, and Harry was killed."

"How Sirius got away with it, Harry also figured it out."

"But the newspapers don't mention Harry at all, and half of the pages are praising Connelly Fudge, that stupid Minister of Magic!"

The more she talked about the back, the more she gritted her teeth.

"It's good." Harry glanced at the newspaper, "Fudge's stupidity can sometimes do good things. ”

"Is it good?" Hermione was stunned.

Ron nodded, at this point, he did deeply understand: "Not everyone believes in Harry as much as we do, even if it is revenge, Harry has killed people after all." ”

"You have to know that there are a lot of wizards who are not very mentally normal, even if they see someone kill a chicken, they will accuse that person of being a dark wizard."

Hermione was incredible.

"They felt as if all the food was conjured with a spell." Ron shook his head, "Transfiguration is really for nothing. ”

Hermione grabbed Crookshank's tail, her features froze, and her worldview was forced to be recast.

The world is terrible.

Do you have this kind of person?

Crookhill meowed twice, and Hermione thought she was scratching it, but before she could let go of her hand.

"Sirius hasn't come back yet." Harry answered it first.

Crookshank Mountain purred, a little dissatisfied.

"He's gone Diagon Alley to buy you cat food." Harry took the newspaper from Ron, "And a big dog has been restrained for thirteen years, so it's easy to run out of burdens, and it's not allowed to run around a few laps, and probably come back before Christmas." ”

Ron had a complicated expression, "Harry, he's your godfather. ”

Harry looked at him and wondered, "I know." ”

"Wouldn't it be a bit ...... to say he's a big dog," Ron struggled.

Harry shook his head, "His Animagus is a black dog, you know, and he likes the name Big Dog." ”

Crookshank stood up on Hermione's lap and meowed a few more times.

"I told him that he didn't like Aunt Petunia a little too much, and he thought he could find better rations." Harry sighed and shook his head.

Hedwig has run all the pet shops in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, and no one can do it better than Penny.

Crookhill shook his head in discontent, jumped off his lap, ran to the fireplace, and formed a ball.

Hermione was shocked and stammered, "Harry, you still said you can't speak cat language!" ”

"I really won't." Harry looked innocent.

"Then you just ......" Hermione looked at Crook Hill, the communication between one person and one cat just now was so smooth, it didn't look like she didn't understand cat language.

"Crookshank Hill has been fighting Sirius lately." Harry put down the newspaper and waved his wand and flew towards the fireplace to refuel, "It's time for today." ”

Hermione was skeptical.

Ron probed over: "Did Crookshank Hill win?" ”

"Not everyone is you." Harry could be as tactful as he could, "Counting Bowes and Hedwig, they were all bullied by Sirius together very badly. ”

Ron snorted, thought for a while, brought Crook Hill back, flipped through the book, and whispered to it his thoughts on how to deal with a dog several times his size.

Crookshank also howled a few times from time to time to express his opinion.

As the report broke, the Dementors left Hogwarts.

With only five days left for Christmas, the atmosphere is gathering more and more eagerly.

However, the holiday did not come, and even if there was one more day, the class still had to be held.

Monday night.

In the principal's office.

Nightly routine confinement.

"Harry, we're starting a new lesson tonight." Dumbledore waved at him, "It's not a good place here, we'll have to move somewhere wider." ”

"Fawkes, I'll bother you."

Fawkes let out a cry and flew over Dumbledore's shoulder.

Three watches at 9 p.m.!

Thank you for the tip~

Thank you for being my tip~

Thanks to the sugar-free CC, the last five minutes of sleep, and the tip from the Grand Duke of Pensay Catzdelon~

(End of chapter)