Compared to Harry, Hermione and Sirius weren't that close.

However, during the summer vacation, they lived together in the Weasley family for a while, and with Harry's relationship, Sirius was a trusted friend, and she was Muggle-born, and Sirius could be regarded as her elder in the wizarding world.

Hermione spoke out all the pressure and strange looks she was under, and gradually, her shoulders began to twitch slightly, and Harry, who was with her under the invisibility cloak, listened to Hermione's troubles in silence, unconsciously, and a wave of anger welled up in her heart.

Harry knew exactly what Hermione was up against, and it was something he had been through.

"I understand—"

When Hermione's complaint was over, Sirius said softly,

"I know better than anyone what it's like to be misunderstood, Hermione, it's a painful feeling, but no matter what, there's always hope if you keep going, and you can't let your persecutors get what they want—"

Hermione wiped the sparkle from the corner of her eye, and looked at Sirius in some surprise, before she remembered that her grievances were a little insignificant compared to Sirius. Sirius was wrongfully accused of betraying Harry's parents, and was thrown into Azkaban for twelve years. Choosing to escape prison in order to catch the murderer, he also faces the risk of being killed at any time along the way, as he said, with the help of some people, he finally got rid of suspicion and was accepted by the people.

"Thank you, Sirius--"

Hermione pursed her lips and said gratefully.

"Do you have a clue, Sirius?" Harry immediately asked.

"I'm not sure—"

Sirius sighed heavily,

"I do have some thoughts, but since Amosta and Dumbledore have chosen to remain silent—"

Sirius's statement was odd, and neither Harry nor Hermione understood what he was trying to say.

As if realizing that he shouldn't show too much worry in front of his two children, Sirius straightened his face and said solemnly,

"Hermione, I need you to tell me everything about what happened after I was chosen as a Warrior, so that I can make accurate judgments."

The quarrel in the room behind the auditorium, Hermione had already shared it with Harry, Ron, and Ginny, and Hermione experienced the mood again—not as desperate as it was then, but her heart was still pounding,

"--Barty Crouch finally affirmed my status as a Warrior, saying to the Headmasters of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons that if they felt unfair, then Hogwarts would be the average score between me and Cedric Diggory and then it was over-"

Hermione couldn't speak in a loud voice, she had to be wary of her voice not being heard, and the bar was full of people, and her narrative was staccato and staccato, and it took about a quarter of an hour for her to finish what had happened in the auditorium that night.

"How?" Harry couldn't wait, and he immediately asked, "Did you find anything, Sirius?" ”

"Obviously—"

Sirius fell into deep thought, his gray eyes flickering with a sharp, rational glow from time to time, and it seemed that the Aurors' career had sharpened him. Two minutes later, in the ardent anticipation of Harry and Hermione, Sirius whispered,

"The man who put your name in the Goblet of Fire, Hermione, was in that room that night."

Hermione clenched her fists all at once, and Harry almost got up from the stool in anger, but Hermione grabbed him in time.

"How did you tell, Sirius?" Hermione gasped slightly, looking nervous.

"Do you still need to judge?" Sirius smiled, "Amosta has already said the answer, hasn't she? Normally, the Goblet of Fire would only pick out one Hogwarts Champion, but as a result, the names of both you and Amos' sons jump out of the Goblet of Fire. This is definitely not an accident, unless someone interferes with the Goblet of Fire, and the person with the mana, was in the room that night-"

The headmasters of the three schools, Professor Blaine, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Moody, two high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, and four warriors—Hermione's eyes flashed across the room,

"I thought Professor Bryan was just saying that to help me"

"Cleared of suspicion?"

Sirius smiled and said what Hermione hadn't finished,

"Adults are not as simple as you think, little ones, in that case, everyone says everything for a purpose, of course, Amosta said that part of it is to clear your suspicion, but I think he is also telling the hidden murderer that he has locked on to the target, so that the murderer should stop acting rashly-"

"But who could it be?"

Hermione asked urgently.

Harry didn't speak, but Sirius glanced at his position,

"I know who you're suspecting, Harry, but unfortunately, I don't think Snape did it."

Sirius also thought that Harry might retort, and immediately said,

"We all hate that snot, Harry, but it's two different things, I know him, it's not his style. If he wanted to trouble Hermione, he would most likely use his hands and feet in the materials used to make potions in class, and then put the blame on Hermione himself, saying that you violated the rules or something."

Harry huffed and stopped talking.

"That night--"

After shutting Harry up, Sirius fell into deep thought again, and as he thought, he said slowly,

"Moody says that the people who put your name in the Goblet of Fire are either trying to kill you or get Hogwarts in trouble." Sirius said thoughtfully, "Hermione, did you notice who Moody's eyes were staring at when he said this?" ”

"Durmstrang's headmaster, Professor Karkaroff—"

Hermione replied casually after a moment's recollection, and then, her eyebrows jumped, and her expression was stunned,

"You're suspecting that Durmstrang's headmaster put my name in the Goblet of Fire, but why?!"

"Oh-"

Sirius took a sip of wine and shrugged his shoulders,

"It's not just me, Moody is clearly suspicious. Don't underestimate Alastor Moody, he may be retired, but he was a legend among the Aurors before, with a very keen sense of smell, and many bad guys are more fearful of him than Rufus Scrimgeour is now. ”

"But that night, Karkaroff kept trying to deny me that I was a warrior and that he . He doesn't look like—"

Hermione hesitated, if Durmstrand's headmaster was a murderer, then his acting skills were too good, and he couldn't have done it to kill himself, Hermione knew that he had never dealt with Durmstrang's headmaster, but if he wanted Hogwarts to make a joke. But why did he find himself among so many Hogwarts students?

"Like?"

Sirius pursed the corners of his mouth, as if disdainful,

"If I were a murderer, I'd be desperate to find a way to make it look like I had nothing to do with it, Hermione, those who have bad intentions are more cunning than you think, especially people like Igor Karkaroff."

"You know him?"

Even Harry could hear Sirius's words, and he asked in surprise.

"Oh, Harry--"

The contempt at the corners of Sirius's mouth increased,

"It's hard for me not to know that Igor Karkarlov is much more famous than you think, I mean, in Azkaban—"

Sirius glanced at the drowsy Durmstrang student at the bar, his face gloomy,

"I'll just tell you two, Igor Karkaroff used to work for Voldemort, he was a Death Eater and didn't doubt the authenticity of this matter, there is clear evidence, and he admitted it himself at the Wizengamot Tribunal, and the reason why he wasn't imprisoned in Azkaban like me was because he firmly told the Ministry of Magic that he had changed his mind, and then, for the sake of atonement and freedom, he said the names of a large group of 'old colleagues', which directly led to these people being imprisoned in Azkaban-"

As if sensing the surprise of the two little guys beside him, Sirius took a sip of beer and sneered,

"Oh, I forgot to say. Back then, it was Moody's who arrested him! ”

(End of chapter)