Gryffindor Lounge.

Harry had insomnia, he was finally able to travel to Hogsmeade yesterday.

Unlike when he was in a good mood, he heard the news of a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

His parents were betrayed.

The other person who betrayed was Sirius Black.

What he couldn't believe the most was that Sirius Black still had an identity.

Godfather.

The strange and familiar title made Harry tremble.

Sirius Black is his own godfather.

He was his father's best friend and the most trusted brother.

But he betrayed, betrayed his comrades, betrayed his good friends, betrayed ...... own parents.

At that moment, Harry knew, he knew very well, that he couldn't keep his cool.

It was like drinking poison, and the cold, piercing and surging hatred was intertwined and entangled in the body.

He was angry that it was that person who had made him lose his parents.

He resented that his father had trusted that person so much, but he had been betrayed.

He was terrified that the man had fled Azkaban to remove the last obstacle for Voldemort.

He was sad, and the walls built by his parents were broken by people they trusted, how sad it must be.

Anger, resentment, fear, sadness...... All kinds of emotions merge together, like boiling water sprinkled with spices and mud, gurgling and steaming, forming a pungent and unpleasant taste......

Hatred!

He saw Sirius Black laughing at him in the dark, like someone had pasted a picture from a photo album to his eyes.

Like in a movie, he sees Sirius Black brutally murdering Peter Pettigrew, another of his father's best friends.

A voice echoed in his ears, full of flattery and excitement: "It's a success, master, the Potters have made me their secret keeper!" ”

The screams were accompanied by a shrill laugh, as if they were approached by a Dementor.

Father's resistance, mother's plea.

The green light flew into his eyes, making the two people he loved the most disappear.

Avenge!

These two words have no warning, and they are so reasonable, they appear in my mind.

The flames of vengeance began to burn from the toes, until one night passed, and Harry cried out for revenge even in his hair.

A man his own age appeared in his head, powerful and elegant.

If it were John, he would have done the same.

Although he doesn't have the strength of John, he has a brave heart that is not afraid of death!

At dawn, Harry didn't know if he had slept or not.

His eyes were full of gloom, and the aura exuded by his whole person made people dare not approach.

Walking out of the bedroom, he sat down on the soft sofa.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

"Harry, you—your face is ugly." Hermione didn't know what to say.

Ever since she had known Harry, she had never seen Harry like this.

At the same time, she also knew what a terrible thing it was for her enemy to be the godfather.

Hearing his friend's call, Harry sobered up a little and asked, "Where are all the people?" ”

"Let's go, today is the first day of the holiday, do you remember?" Ron looked at Harry and said, "It's almost lunchtime, and I'm going to wake you up." ”

A light rain on a cloudy day turns into snowflakes.

"Stop, duel, you yellow-bellied bastards!"

The fire in the fireplace warmed people, and Crookhill saw someone going out, and followed him out.

"Harry, listen to me."

Hermione knew her own big boy too well, and this expression obviously meant revenge.

She exchanged glances with Ron and said, "What we heard yesterday must have made you sad, but the important thing is that you can't do anything stupid. ”

The worry on her face was palpable, and Harry looked up and asked, "Like what?" ”

And what, of course, to find Sirius Black!

"Like going to Blake." Ron said as tacitly as if he had been rehearsed, and hit the nail on the head.

Harry's state was too worrying, but he didn't say anything.

Hermione asked uncomfortably, "You won't, will you, Harry?" ”

Ron followed suit and said, "It's not worth dying for Blake. ”

Not to mention whether he can defeat Sirius Black, if he kills someone, he will not be able to escape, and he will be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Harry understood all of this, but he could watch his parents kill his parents at large, and his heart was bitten by worms with his jagged mouth.

"Do you know what I see and hear every time a Dementor gets too close to me?"

The young man's energetic voice was three points deeper, and he said hoarsely: "I heard my mother screaming, pleading with Voldemort, if you heard your mother screaming like that before she was killed, you would not forget it." ”

"You can't do anything!" Hermione spoke in alarm.

"I know!"

Harry said angrily, "But you're going to make me do nothing!" ”

The voice fell silent suddenly, and Harry watched Hermione open his mouth, and finally said with a gloomy look in his eyes, "I'm sorry, Hermione, I ...... I just thought about that person. ”

"And what do you want to do when you find him?" Ron swallowed hard, looking very nervous, and his voice trembled slightly, "You want to ...... Kill Blake or what? ”

Harry didn't speak, Hermione was anxious, "Don't say stupid things, Harry doesn't want to kill anyone, isn't it, Harry." ”

She only wanted Harry to be sane, but Harry couldn't.

No matter how much Hermione tried to persuade him, he remained silent.

In order to lighten the mood, Ron offered to go to Hagrid, it was Christmas, and he must have wanted someone to come over.

Hermione glanced at him fiercely, like a fool who couldn't help him, and he really couldn't open any pot.

It's so dangerous out there, my own son is ...... What to do if Harry gets caught by Blake.

As a result, Harry agreed, but he couldn't resist Harry, and at the same time hoped that Harry would be in a better mood, so the two could only accompany him helplessly and worriedly.

...

The snow grew from small to large, and the grass quickly accumulated white snow like fine powder.

John was in Hagrid's cabin, looking at the letter of inquiry that had been sent in and fell into deep thought.

"How do you feel that Buckbeak's head is hanging." He just remembered that there seemed to be this scene in the movie, and he felt it.

Hagrid heard it, as if he had seen Buckbeak beheaded, and an earth-shattering cry exploded in John's ears.

John covered his ears and looked at Hagrid enviously.

This physique, this strength, this voice.

It's the perfect warrior template.

The abdominal muscles that he had worked hard to train were vulnerable in the face of his primordial natural strength.

"Alright Hagrid, isn't there still time?"

Trying to tiptoe so that he could pat Hagrid's shoulder, it ended up being on the belly.

As John comforted Hagrid, there was a knock on the door outside.

He paused, and was about to open the door when Hagrid had already walked over.

Open the door, and three hairy heads appear.

As soon as John saw the three people, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he said in horror: "Hagrid, take it and keep someone!" ”

He was really afraid that Hagrid would accidentally kill the three of them.

Fortunately, Hagrid didn't use so much strength when he shouted, but he still made the three of them scream.

After closing the door, Hagrid threw himself on the table and began to cry uncontrollably.

John was about to drink black tea to suppress his shock, but this time, the table almost didn't collapse, and the teacups jumped up.

"John, Hagrid, it's ......" Harry didn't know why Hagrid was so sad.

Obviously yesterday when I was on three brooms, it wasn't like this.

John pointed to the letter on the table, and Harry picked it up suspiciously.

"We have accepted Professor Dumbledore's assurances and believe that you are not responsible for this regrettable incident."

Harry wondered, "Isn't that a good thing?" ”

John motioned for him to look down, and was even more puzzled when he saw the Ministry of Magic deal with Buckbeak.

Isn't it just going to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Animals to hold a trial, what is there to cry about?

Hagrid choked up, "You don't know about the Dangerous Animals Committee guys, they fight funny animals. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a noise in the corner of the wooden house.

As far as everyone could see, Buckbeak was munching on bloody food loudly, the blood in the ground contrasting with Hagrid's words.

John was speechless, I'm afraid that in Hagrid's opinion, as long as he can't kill him, it's funny.

The three little ones have the same expression, and Hermione gives Hagrid an idea and wants to defend Buckbeak.

Harry was the same, his revenge was still full of revenge when Hagrid howled at him, and it became how to help.

Ron and Hermione had expected Harry to blame Hagrid for not telling him the truth about Black, but Harry couldn't bear to do that.

In a way, Hagrid took care of Harry like a father, how could he say that.

Hagrid didn't think it was useful to defend himself, as he seemed to have seen the 'cute' Buckbeek split his head.

Sadness and fear linger in the big man.

John tried to put the crust cake in his mouth, feeling like he was eating a tasteless stone, which made him frown.

"What did Dumbledore say, Hagrid?"

Hearing John's words, Hagrid finally stopped crying and whimpered, "He has done so much for me, and he has a lot of things on his hands, Dementors and Aurors, and Sirius ......"

With that, Hagrid was sad again and howled, "My poor Buckbeak—"

"Well, maybe there's another way."

As soon as John finished speaking, everyone looked at him.

He was about to smile confidently when something suddenly remembered.

I had a problem with my right hand, so it wasn't a big deal.

Embarrassingly, Johnny writes with his right hand.

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