Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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"Mine." Professor McGonagall's voice.

"Four pints of mead—"

"Thanks, Rosmerta," said Hagrid.

"A glass of soda with ice and conch cherry syrup—"

"Well!" said Professor Flitwick, pursing his lips.

"Then yours is redcurrant rum, Minister."

"Thank you, Rosmerta, dear," said Fudge's voice, "I must say, it's been such a pleasure to see you again, would you like a drink too? Come and sit with us...  …”

"Well, thank you very much, Minister."

The crisp footsteps of high-heeled shoes gradually faded away, and after a while, they returned.

Hermione and Neville looked at each other, and they never imagined that they would meet professors and ministers here in the last week before the end of the semester.

Only the old God Clark took another sip of butter beer. Of course, he who has read the original book knows that Harry will not only meet a few professors this time, but also learn from them the so-called "truth" of the incident. ".

The next thing was just like the original book, Mrs. Rosemerta got up and asked about Sirius Black first.

And complained that because of the dementor's search, it had an impact on her shop's business.

In this regard, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick also expressed their views on the impact of their existence on campus teaching.

However, after talking about this topic, they talked about Blake's past, which was the incident back then.

With the revelation of several professors and the Minister of Magic, Hermione, Neville, Ron, and Harry hiding under the table, who were sitting next to them, also held their breaths in concentration.

"You know less than half the truth about what happened, Rosmerta." Fudge's voice was easy to tell. "Few people know the worst thing he ever did."

"The worst?" Ms. Rosemerta's voice was full of curiosity. "You mean, worse than killing so many poor innocent Muggles?"

"Of course," Fudge replied.

"You said you remembered what he looked like at Hogwarts, Rosmerta," Professor McGonagall's voice prompted aside, "then do you remember who his best friend was then?"

"Of course I do," Ms. Rosemerta chuckled. "The two are inseparable, aren't they? A good pair, Sirius Black and James Potter!"

There was a light clang from under the table of the Clarks and the others. It was Harry's glass falling to the ground, and Ron had to kick him as a reminder.

"That's right," said Professor McGonagall. "Black and Potter, the heads of their little group, are very smart and very mischievous, and I don't think we've ever seen such a pair of troublemakers—"

"I don't know," Hagrid said with a chuckle, "if Fred and George Weasley could have a serious competition with them."

"Yeah, yeah, if you've seen them both, you'd even think Black and Potter are brothers!" Professor Flitwick interjected immediately, "Almost inseparable!"

"Well," Fudge's voice sounded, "Potter trusted Blake more than any of his friends. When he married Lily Potter, Blake was the best man, and they made that guy Harry later. Godfather. Of course, Harry didn't know that."

"I know now." Clark murmured to himself in his heart. Fudge, this big mouth, probably didn't expect that this world is so coincidental that the person concerned is next door to them.

He was still saying, "But you can believe how much torment and pain these things will bring to Harry when he knows about it."

"Is it because Black later formed a gang with You-Know-Who?" Rosmerta asked in a low voice.

"Worse than that, dear..." Fudge lowered his voice and muttered in a low voice, and Ron and the others had to lean slightly.

"Not many people know that in those difficult times, the mysterious man was looking for the Potters and the others.

Fortunately, Dumbledore still had some capable spies who confided in him, so he immediately reminded the Potters and advised them to hide.

Of course, it is not easy to escape the tracking of You-Know-Who, so Dumbledore also told them that using the Faithful Charm was the best way. "

"What's the use of that spell?" Ms. Rosmerta asked curiously.

As a spell teacher, Professor Flitwick cleared his throat immediately and explained.

"It's a very complex spell that can use magic to hide a secret in the soul of a living person to ensure that the secret will never be discovered.

Of course, unless the secrecy person chooses to take the initiative to leak, as long as he doesn't say it, even if the mysterious person searches the village where Lily and James live for hundreds of thousands of years, it is impossible to find them, even if he sticks his nose outside their living room window! "

"So, Black is the Potters' secret keeper?"

"Certainly," said Professor McGonagall, "that was James Potter's request at the time."

"I remember Dumbledore telling me, James Potter, that Blakenin wouldn't say where they were if he died, and that Blake himself was going to hide... But Dumbledore wasn't reassured, he even Offered to act as the Potters' secret-keeper himself."

"He suspects Black?" asked Ms. Rosemerta in surprise.

"He concluded that there must be someone among the Potters who were tipping off the mysterious man," said Professor McGonagall gloomily.

"A lot of things happened at that time, and we fell into a passive situation, so for a long time before this, he suspected that someone on our side had become a traitor, and told the mysterious man a lot of information."

"But Jaime insisted on using Black?"

"Well, yes," said Fudge gravely, "it turns out Dumbledore was right, it took less than a week for the Faithful Charm to be cast, and then you all knew—"

"Black betrayed them?" Rosmerta whispered.

"He did betray his good friend and betray the trust of the Potters.

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Perhaps because Black is tired of being a double agent, he is ready to publicly announce his support for You-Know-Who, and seems to be planning to announce it as soon as the Potters die.

But as we all know, the You-Know-Who lost his hand in little Harry, lost his mana, was extremely weak, and had to run away.

This presents a dilemma for Black, who has only just exposed himself as a traitor before his master falls.

He had no choice but to flee—"

"Despicable, filthy traitor!" Hagrid's voice echoed in the bar, startling everyone present.

"Be quiet, Hagrid!" Professor McGonagall hurriedly reminded.

"I bumped into him!" Hagrid growled, still in his own emotions, "I must be the last one to see him just before he kills many!"

As he spoke his voice even more sobbing, "I rescued little Harry from his house after James and Lily died! I just took him out of the rubble, poor little thing, He was so young, with a long wound on his forehead, and his parents were dead..."

Hagrid rambled about what happened that night more than ten years ago, and the huge roar forced Professor McGonagall to cast magic to reduce the volume.

"I should have thought that it was suspicious at the time. That motorcycle was his favorite thing. Why did he give it to me..."

"Fortunately I didn't hand Harry over to him, otherwise I don't know what terrible things will happen!

When a wizard joins the underworld, he will ignore nothing and recognize no one..."

After Hagrid's story was told, the next door fell into silence.

Several people on Clark's side also looked at each other. Ron couldn't relax, and looked under the table, but he saw nothing. Because of the Invisibility Cloak, he didn't know what Harry looked like at the moment.

"But he didn't escape, did he? The Ministry caught him the next day!" said Ms. Rosemerta with a hint of glee.

"Well, if only it were us," said Fudge bitterly. "It wasn't us who found him, but Peter Pettigrew, another friend of the Potters. He must have been sad to know that Blake was Potter. The couple's keeper, so he went after Blake himself."

"Peter Pettigrew! That fat little boy, the one who had been following them at Hogwarts?" Mrs. Rosemerta recalled before asking uncertainly.

"Yeah, he sees Potter and Black as heroes," Professor McGonagall said, "but he's never been on their level in terms of talent, and I've even been tough on him before. You can imagine me— How sorry I am now..."

Professor McGonagall's voice was thick and nasal, sounding like a cold.

"Well, Minerva," said Fudge mildly, "Peter Pettigrew died a heroic death, and the witnesses—that is, the Muggles—said Peter Pettigrew stopped Black, questioned him, and then Pulled out his wand. Of course, Black was faster than him, blasting Peter Pettigrew to smithereens…”

McGonagall blew her nose and said excitedly: "That stupid kid...he's always terrible in duels...he should have let the Ministry of Magic do it..."

"Let me tell you, if I jam Black in front of Peter Pettigrew, I'm not going to use any wand—I'll tear him to—a piece!" Hagrid grumbled.

"You don't even know what you're talking about, Hagrid."

Fudge, in his shrill voice, recounted the details of the arrest of Bob Blake, which was unknown to everyone present.

"... there are corpses all over the place, muggles screaming... Blake stands there laughing... all the corpses gone, smashed to the bones... just a bunch of bloodstained robes and a little—a little bit—"

Seemingly unable to bear the cruel picture, Fudge's voice was suddenly interrupted, and only the sound of the five people blowing their noses could be heard.

"That's it, Rosmerta," said Fudge hoarsely, "in the end Black was taken away by twenty members of the Magical Legal Investigation Squad, and Peter Pettigrew was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class, I think it was a pity for him. The mother is somewhat comforting."

Ms. Rosmerta let out a long sigh.

"So, is he really crazy, Minister?"

"I wish I could say yes," said Fudge slowly, "I believe the downfall of his master made him insane for a period of time, otherwise he wouldn't have done the killing of Peter Pettigrew and so many scumbags. The melon thing, that's pretty cruel and pointless."

"But...the last time I went to see Azkaban, I ran into him."

Hagrid's huge body couldn't help shaking.

"As you know, most of the prisoners there are sitting in dark corners talking to themselves, without normal consciousness...but I was surprised to find that Blake seemed normal.

He's so organized when he talks to me, you might even think he's just bored--ask me if I've read the paper, how calm I want to be, and say he'd love to do the newspaper crossword.

Really, I was almost taken aback at the time, and it disturbed me.

The dementors had little effect on him—you know, he was still one of the most closely guarded criminals out there, with dementors guarding his door day and night. "

"But what do you think he wanted to do when he got out of jail?" Rosemerta asked. "He wouldn't be... would he want to go to You-Know-Who?"

"I dare say it's his - oh - final plan," Fudge said vaguely, "but I hope we can catch him before then. The thought of You-Know-Who has acquired his most loyal servant, I I shuddered..."

At this point there was a slight tinkling of the glass hitting the wood, and someone put down the cup.

"You know, Connelly, if you're going to have dinner with the Headmaster, we'd better go back to the castle now." Professor McGonagall's voice ended the chat.

Soon, with the sound of the chair being pulled away and the sound of footsteps going away, a blizzard was involved again, and then Clark and the others fell into complete silence next door.

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"Harry?"

Ron bent down again, but Harry suddenly emerged from the empty chair beside him, who had already emerged from under the table.

"Harry, are you... alright?" Hermione and Neville looked at Harry who was sitting there blankly, not knowing what to say.

Several people sat with him for a while. Ron wanted to say something several times, but he didn't dare to speak. In the end, Clark said, "I think we have to go back before the event time."

Harry didn't say a word, stood up in silence, was about to take a step, but suddenly stopped, the originally godless pupils began to focus, and fell on Clark's calm face, "You know all this, Yes?"

"Yes, I do know a part of this matter." Clark's voice was still so calm and reliable.

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