Chapter 240: Whose Fault Is It?

"Maybe somewhere I met him--"

Remus smiled, his expression looking a little lost, he finally looked away, looked at Amosta and said, "So, I didn't get anything last night?" ”

"Apparently so--"

Amosta slumped, walked to the fireplace, took down the teapot that was already boiling hot, made himself tea, and said with his back to Remus,

"I've checked all the secret passages that Filch doesn't know, and I haven't found any clues related to Blake. I've closed the secret passage under the beating willow. ”

Remus didn't know whether he should be happy or disappointed by this result, in short, he left with a dejected face, and reminded Amosta that he would be transforming again in a few days, and when the time came, he asked Amosta to help substitute for the teacher, and walked out of the office.

Amosta held the teacup, and Lenny, who drooped his ears with interest, did not say a word.

After a while, Sirius begged Amosta to turn him back to his original form, and asked sullenly,

"So, you already know that Remus is a werewolf?"

"Since Dumbledore has hired him as a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, he will definitely not hide it from the school board and the Ministry of Magic, and now the professors in the school have also taught him back then, and they have long known that Remus is a werewolf, and as for me..."

Amosta took a sip of tea and smiled,

"I've known Remus since I was a colleague of him."

Sirius seemed intrigued, and Amosta briefly spoke to him,

"--The underground world deep in Tumbledown Alley must be known to you, in recent years, in order to have a full meal, Remus has been hanging out there, of course, he doesn't do much illegal and criminal things, every month when he transforms, he will go to the forest or the wilderness to survive that period alone, and when the transformation is over, he will get some herbs from the forest to sell by the way, however, he doesn't seem to be very good at this, most of the time, his things can't be sold for a few--"

Seeing that Sirius was listening very carefully, Amosta thought for a moment and said,

"In the early years, I mean when Voldemort had just fallen, the wizarding world had a lot of prejudices about werewolves, and at that time Remus was forced to hang out with Greyback for a while, but he obviously didn't like Greyback's cruel style of doing things... Scamping... Well, that's pretty much it. ”

"Before, I mean a few of us just graduated from Hogwarts,"

Sirius said with a gloomy face,

"Remus is not doing well, he doesn't want to accept my help... Some of James' relatives owned property, and he wanted to introduce Remus to work there, but Remus refused to do so for fear of causing trouble for Jaime. ”

Sirius took a deep breath, shook the unpleasant memories out of his head, and then, with a strange gaze, looked at the young wizard leaning against the fireplace,

"I noticed something, Brian."

Uh-huh--

Amosta uses a nasal voice to represent doubt.

"You're a Slytherin graduate, isn't it, it's rare that a wizard who graduated from that house would have the audacity to call Voldemort by his name?"

Sirius said in a sarcastic tone,

"In those years, Slytherin was almost a Death Eater reserve, and many of the Slytherins we know became the backbone of the Death Eaters directly after graduation, including Snot Spirit Snape, you have a good relationship with him, right, did he tell you about his glamorous past?"

"I don't see any right in you to mock Severus Snape, Blake."

Amosta said coldly,

"Admittedly, Professor Snape may have mistaken the wrong path when he was younger, but he has been doing things for Dumbledore all these years, hoping to make up for the mistakes he made when he was young and ignorant, and you, Blake, what did you do after your foolish suggestion that led to the death of the Potters, to put it nicely, to enter Azkaban on your own initiative is to forgive your sins, to say that it is not good, you are just hoping to avoid the condemnation of your conscience in this way,

It seems to me that Snape is much more courageous than you, Blake, if you really have the responsibility, why don't you take the initiative to take on the responsibility of raising Harry, as far as I know, you still seem to be his godfather? ”

"I did want to do that!"

Sirius stood up with a slurp, his cheeks flushed from feeling humiliated,

"I was trying to raise Harry the night the Potters were killed, but Hagrid said Dumbledore was going to put Harry with his aunt!"

"Just as you think, don't you?"

Amosta sneered and said,

"Compared to raising a child with such a long way to go, it's obviously more in your ability to run for revenge as soon as your mind is hot."

Unable to fight, quarrel, or even slam the door and leave, Sirius was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, but Amosta's words made him stunned and fell into a long silence.

"Last summer, I went to visit Harry's aunt and uncle for some reason, and in private, he told me that he had been living in a locker under the stairs before coming to Hogwarts... The Potters are obviously very happy to see Harry grow up in such a 'nice' environment, right? ”

The room was silent, and the quarrel came to an end.

Sirius had been lying motionless on the couch all morning, not even reacting to Crookshan's curious fiddling, and it seemed that he had indeed been struck by Amosta's sharp words.

"Do you have any arrangements for the Christmas holidays, Amosta?"

After two classes in the morning, before lunch, Professor McGonagall walked out of her office and went upstairs to knock on Amosta's office door.

"Well, I'm planning to go back to my orphanage, Professor, what do you have for advice--"

He's an orphan?

Hearing the word orphanage, LeΓ±on on the sofa raised his head, looked at Amosta Bryne who was standing at the door and spoke a little stunned, and suddenly felt a little reminisce...

"That's right, Amosta,"

Professor McGonagall clutched the parchment in her hand, a little embarrassed,

"Here's a list of kids who applied to stay in school during the Christmas break, and considering Blake is still on the loose, so--"

Amosta blinked, "Who are they?" ”

"Mr. Potter must be one,"

Professor McGonagall sighed and said, "There's nowhere else for this kid... Then, Granger and Weasley stayed with him! ”

Slytherin's Malfoy and two of his juniors are not home for Christmas this year, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw have a few seniors who are preparing for the NEWT exams stayed, Gryffindor is a trio, and Neville Longbottom has been forced to stay at school this year because of his lost wand.

"Speaking of Neville's wand--"

Amosta suddenly came to his senses, and he took his wand out of his pocket and showed it to Professor McGonagall.

"I stumbled upon it yesterday while walking in the yard."

"Oh, thank goodness!"

Professor McGonagall immediately said happily,

"I persuaded Longbottom for a while, and even offered to help him write a letter to Augusta, but he just didn't dare to go back, and now Mr. Longbottom was finally able to go back for Christmas... Well, as for taking care of the children during the holidays, since you have made arrangements..."

Professor McGonagall hesitated, "I'm going to ask Remus, he probably doesn't have any additional travel plans." ”

Blake, who blames himself for Harry's situation, is once again hit in the heart.

Amosta had settled lunch in his office, and during the break before class, he was going to make a trip to the Gryffindor common room to return Mr. Longbottom's wand to him, and to retrieve his spare wand.

'Cute' little Lenny apparently wanted to go along, but was mercilessly refused.

"Help Lenny and don't wreak havoc, Crookshank"

With that, Amosta clicked the door shut, and the figure disappeared from sight of the two unhappy cats.

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