"Alright, that's enough!" Dumbledore sat down slowly, and the movement of the automatic quills in his hand had stopped.

It's recording the conversation they've just had. Then he slowly raised his hand, his fingers moved slightly, and the spell was instantaneous, directly knocking Peter Pettigrew unconscious, and sending his cage back to the cupboard.

After doing all this. In the principal's office, who learned the truth, there was a sudden silence. Sticking to the gears of time, slowly turning, the two people present have fallen into the memories of the past.

One is full of remorse, and the other has regrets. A moment later, Dumbledore's sigh broke the suffocating silence.

"Sirius is innocent." The old headmaster turned to Snape and said, "He's always been innocent. ”

"Really?"

"I don't see any innocence, it's he who mistrusts people, and he deserves to be punished!" Snape said categorically, without the slightest hint of compromise in his tone.

"But he's been in Azkaban for eleven years, Severus! How many decades can a person have? I think this is enough for a man who has spent all his youth atoning for his sins. Dumbledore tried to explain, "Strictly speaking, he wasn't at fault, every step was right, it's just that the complexity of human nature has cost them." ”... A trace of unspeakable pain rose in the corner of Snape's eyes, and what Dumbledore said, he didn't.

Because if Sirius believed the wrong man, then apart from the culprit Voldemort, then he, Severus Snape, was even more wrong.

It was he who pushed the people he loved the most into danger with his own hands. —Snape beside him fell silent.

Dumbledore probably guessed his mood at the moment, and then he finally said what was going on in his heart: "The school's Defence Against the Dark Arts class lacks a professor, maybe..."

"You want that guy to come to the school as a professor?" Snape, whose face was getting more and more ugly, stared into Dumbledore's eyes and asked coldly, "Are you crazy?" ”

"No, I think it's going to be a good fit, Sirius would be a good candidate." Dumbledore spread his hands lightly, and continued, "Of course, there are a few candidates besides him, but it will take a while to consider!" ”

"Humph!" Snape snorted heavily, stood up and walked out. Looking at his distant back, Dumbledore shook his head helplessly.

Regarding the grievances between them, Dumbledore, as the headmaster, naturally knew about it. But that was the case, he didn't take it to heart, it was the years of Voldemort's rise, and all his energy was spent on preventing the Death Eaters from infiltrating the school.

As for the relationship between Lily, James, Sirius, Lupin, Peter, and Snape, he thought it was more of a feud between students, the childish impulses of his youth, and he had no idea that this hatred would be so deep-rooted, even decades later.

Speaking of which, this was another dereliction of duty, for seven whole years, they had been at the school for seven years, and as the principal, he did not raise the slightest idea of getting involved in the strife between the students.

In the face of the end result, he is responsible. Dumbledore couldn't help but think of the boy, the boy who had revolutionized the wizarding world.

Anthony, what kind of surprise can you bring to the world...—let's wait and see!

Dumbledore couldn't help but think. - On the other side, Anthony, who had been on the mind of Headmaster Dumbledore, was performing the most difficult magic he had ever learned.

Occlumency... He already has a lot of theoretical knowledge about this magic, at least he has read all the materials about this magic in the forbidden book area.

But the theory was just a theory, and when he started practicing, he found that it was far more difficult to master the Occlumency Technique than any other magic he had before.

First of all, he can't do it. - Empty your brain! His little head seemed to have an engine, and all kinds of ideas and ideas were coming up all the time.

All kinds of memories keep popping up all the time. Emptying your brain is easy to say, but it's very difficult to actually do.

Moreover, this is still the first step, after that, you have to learn to control your thoughts, make up memories, etc., in short, it is really too difficult for a twelve-year-old.

At this time, two weeks have passed since the summer vacation, and Anthony, who has not made a breakthrough in brain occlusion, has to temporarily let go of this magic, he has to relax, and he has been tensing his nerves, which will only backfire.

So one night, he sent an invitation letter to his friends, inviting them to Buckingham Palace.

Take this opportunity to fulfill your previous commitments. The next day, Humphrey flew back early.

With the exception of Harry, everyone else sent a reply, happily accepting his invitation.

"Harry?" After breakfast, sitting on a bench in the garden, reading Hermione Ron and their letters, he remembered that Harry was destined to receive no letters this summer, because that elf, Dobby, had stopped all the outside letters.

"Well—it's idle anyway!" Anthony simply stopped writing, he went straight back to his room, picked up the phone from the table, and dialed a number.

It was the Dursleys' phone number, Harry had told him before he got out of the car. After all, Anthony and Hermione were Muggle-born wizards, so it was really easier to call directly than to write a letter.

As for Ron, Harry wasn't sure if he had a phone at his house.

"Toot toot!" After a murmur, the other end of the phone was answered, and a low, obviously angry man came: "Who? ”

"Hello, is this the Harry Potter house?"

"Potter, who are you?" The man then asked.

"I'm his — no—friend!" Anthony guessed that the man who answered the phone should be Harry's uncle-in-law Vernon, and in order not to irritate him, Anthony had to quickly change his words.

"Friends? What kind of friend of his, I warn you, no matter who you are, don't make this call again! "Speak, just listen

With a "bang", the phone was rudely hung up, followed by a murmur.

"Damn it!" After hanging up again, a call from a friend claiming to be Potter's friend, Vernon was about to explode.

He's fed up with the god-chattering guys.

"Harry Potter, I warn you, you just rented a house, you don't have the right to use the phone, if any more of your tricky friends call, you get out of my house!" Vernon stood at the top of the stairs and yelled angrily.