"Then yours is the redcurrant sugar wine, Minister."

"Thank you," Fudge's voice said, "I must say, I'm glad to see you again." Why don't you have a drink? Come and sit with us......

"Okay. Thank you, Minister. ”

"What wind has brought you here, Minister?" This is the voice of Rosmerta.

Fudge's stout lower body squirmed in his chair, as if to check to see if anyone was eavesdropping. Then he said quietly, "What else could be going on but Sirius Black, my dear, and I dare say you've heard what happened at school on Halloween, right?" ”

"I've heard the rumors." Ms. Rosmerta admitted.

"Did you tell the whole tavern, Hagrid?" Professor McGonagall said angrily.

"Do you think Blake is still in this area, Minister?" Ms. Rosmerta asked in a low voice.

"Definitely." Fudge said briefly.

"Did you know that the Dementors have searched my tavern twice?" Ms. Rosmerta said, with a slight edge in her voice. "It's not good for business to scare my customers away, Minister."

"Rothmerta, my dear, I'm just like you, and I don't like them either." Fudge said uneasily, "Necessary precautions, but you're right, I've just met a few." They were so annoyed with Dumbledore that he wouldn't let them enter the castle grounds. ”

"I don't think they're supposed to be allowed in," Professor McGonagall said sharply, "and these horrible things are floating around, how are we going to teach?" ”

"Listen, listen!" The diminutive Professor Flitwick screamed, his feet dangling there, a foot off the ground.

"I know Blake can ......"

"You know, I still can't believe that," said Miss Rosmerta mused, "Of all the people who have fallen into the pile of bad guys, Sirius Black is the last person I expected to do that, I mean, I remember when he was a kid at Hogwarts, and if you had told me at that time what would have become of him, I would have said you drank too much. ”

"You don't know more than half of the truth, Rosmerta." Fudge said bluntly, "Very few people know the worst thing he's ever done." ”

"The worst?" "Do you mean it's worse than killing so many poor people?" said Ms. Rosmerta, her voice full of curiosity. ”

"Of course." Fudge said. "I can't believe it. What could be worse than that? ”

"You said you remember him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta," Professor McGonagall murmured, "do you remember who his best friend was?" ”

"Of course I remember," said Ms. Rosmerta, with a shallow smile, "the two are inseparable, aren't they?" I've seen them here so many times, oh, they always make me laugh. A great pair, Sirius Black and James Potter! ”

Harry dropped the large cup in his hand with a thud. Ron kicked him a little.

"Not bad at all," Professor McGonagall said, "Black and Potter." The head of their clique. Both of them are smart, of course, to be honest, very smart, but I don't think we've ever met such a pair of people who can get into trouble! ”

"I don't know," Hagrid said with a grin, "if Fred and Jorca Weasley can compete with them." ”

"You'd think Blake and Potter were brothers," Professor Flitwick interjected, "inseparable!" ”

"Of course they're inseparable," Fudge said, "and Potter trusts Blake more than all his 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. ”

"Is it because Blake later formed a gang with the mystery man?" Rosmerta asked in a low voice.

"It's worse than that, my dear," Fudge said in a deep voice, lowering his voice, "many people don't know that the Potters understand that the mystery is chasing them. Naturally, Dumbledore was a tireless opponent of the Mysteries, and he had many capable spies. One of the spies told Dumbledore about it, and Dumbledore immediately told Jaime and Lily. He advised them to hide. Dumbledore told them that their best chance was the curse of Courageous Loyalty. ”

"How does that play work?" Ms. Rosmerta asked, gasping for breath of interest. Professor Flitwick cleared his throat.

"Very complex spells," he squeaked and shrieked, "involving the use of magic to hide a secret in the soul of a living person. This secret is hidden in the heart of the chosen person, or the person who keeps it secret, and it is impossible to discover it from now on, unless, of course, the person who keeps it knowingly. As long as the Secret Man refuses to speak, the Mystery Man will search the village where the Potters have lived for many years, and he will never find them, even if he flattens his nose on the glass window outside the couple's living room! ”

"So Blake is the Potters' secret keeper?"

"Naturally," said Professor McGonagall, "James Potter told Dumbledore that Blake would rather die himself than tell where they were, and that Blake himself intended to hide, and that was it, and Dumbledore was still worried. I remember him offering himself to be the Potters' secrecy. ”

"Can't he trust Blake?" Ms. Rosmerta gasped.

"He's sure that someone close to the Potters has been telling the mystery man about their whereabouts," Professor McGonagall said gloomily, "and indeed, he suspected for quite a long time that someone on our side had become a traitor, and told the mystery man a great deal of information. ”

"But Jaime insisted on using Blake, didn't he?"

"Yes," Fudge said heavily, "but it's been less than a week since the Damial Loyalty Spell was cast......"

"Did Blake betray them?" Rosmerta asked.

He did betray them. Blake is tired of duplicitous characters. Preparing to publicly declare his support for the Mystery Man, it seems that he intends to do so at the very moment of Potter's death. But, as we all know. The mystery man lost his hand at Harry Potter Jr. He lost his mana and was so weakened that he had to flee. This puts Blake in a dilemma. No sooner had Blake revealed his true face as a traitor than his master fell. He had no choice but to run for his life......"

"Dirty, smelly traitor!" Hagrid said, so loud that the bar fell silent.

"Shh Professor McGonagall said.

"I've met him," Hagrid roared, "I must have been the last to see him before he killed many, and after they were all killed, it was I who rescued Harry from Jaime and Lily's house, I rescued him from the rubble, poor little thing, with a long wound on his forehead, and his parents were dead, when Sirius Black appeared, riding on the flying bike he usually rids. I couldn't figure out what he was doing there. I didn't know he was James and Lily's secret man. At the time, I thought he had heard about the mysterious man's attack and was there to see what he could do. He was pale at the time. Trembling all over. Do you know what I did? I comforted that murderous traitor! Hagrid growled.

"Hagrid, don't!" Professor McGonagall said, "Keep your voice down! ”

"How do I know he's not grieving for Lily and James? He cared about the mystery man, and then he said, 'Give me Harry, Hagrid, I'm his godfather, and I'll take care of him.' 'Hah! But Dumbledore had told me, so I said no to Black, and Dumbledore said Harry should go to his aunt and uncle. Blake disagreed, but in the end he relented. Tell me to get Harry there on his motorcycle. I don't need this bike anymore. That's what he said. I should have known there was something suspicious about this. He loves that motorcycle, why did he give it to me? Why doesn't he need that motorcycle anymore? Actually, this couldn't be easier to understand. Dumbledore knew that he had once been the Potters' secret keeper. Blake knew he was going to run for his life that night, and knew that the Ministry of Magic would come after him in a few hours. 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......"

Hagrid finished, and there was a long silence. Then Ms. Rosmerta spoke with a certain amount of satisfaction.

"But he didn't find a way to hide, did he? The next day, the Ministry of Magic caught him! ”

"Well, if only we had caught him," Fudge said bitterly, "it wasn't us who found him. It's Peter Pettigrew, another of Potter's friends. He must have been mad with grief, and he knew that Blake had been the Potters' secret keeper, so he went after Blake himself. ”

"Peter Pettigrew, that chubby little boy, the one who has been following them at Hogwarts?" Rosmerta asked.

"Worship Potter and Black as heroes," Professor McGonagall said, "and if you are smart, they are never their own." I was always very fierce with him. You can imagine how much, how sorry I am......" Her voice was astringent, as if she had suddenly caught a cold.

"All right, Minerva," Fudge said magnanimously, "Peter Pettigrew died a heroic death. The witnesses were Muggles, and we erased their memories afterwards and 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. ”