My Hogwarts Day

Hogsmeade, The Three Broomsticks.

In the bar at this time, Professor McGonagall and the others are still discussing about Sirius Black

"I've met him!" growled Hagrid. "I must have been the last to see him before he killed a lot of people! After they were all killed, it was I from James and Lily's Harry was rescued from the family! I rescued him from the rubble, poor little thing, with a long gash on his forehead, and his parents were dead, when Sirius Black appeared, riding On the flying motorcycle he usually rides. I have never been able to figure out what he was doing there. I didn't know he was James and Lily's secret keeper. At that time, I thought he had heard the news of the attack by You-Know-Who. See what he can do there. He was pale. He was shaking. Do you know what I did? I comforted that murderous traitor!"

As Hagrid's emotions became more and more agitated, his voice gradually became louder.

"Hagrid, don't!" said Professor McGonagall, "lower your voice!"

"How do I know he's not grieving for Lily and James? He's concerned about You-Know-Who! Then he says, 'Give me Harry, Hagrid, I'm his godfather, and I'll take care of him.' But he Unexpectedly, Dumbledore had ordered me, so I said no to Black, and Dumbledore said that Harry should go to his aunt and uncle. Black disagreed, but finally he gave in. He asked me to take Harry there on his motorcycle. 'I don't need this bike anymore.' That's what he said. I should have known there was something fishy about it then. He loves that bike, why did he give it to me? Why doesn't he need it anymore A motorbike? It's easy enough to understand. Dumbledore knew he had been the Potters' secret keeper. Black knew he was going to run for his life that night, and knew the Ministry of Magic would be after him in a matter of hours."

"But what if I gave him Harry? I bet he'd throw Harry off the motorbike and into the ocean halfway through. His best friend's son! But if a wizard gets corrupted, he'll Nobody cares about anything anymore."

After Hagrid finished speaking, there was a long silence. Then Ms Rosmerta spoke with a certain satisfaction. "But he didn't manage to hide, did he? The Ministry caught him the next day!"

"Gee, if only we had caught him," said Fudge bitterly, "it wasn't us who found him. It was Peter Pettigrew, another friend of Potter's. He must be mad with grief, knowing that Black had been Potter The couple's secret keeper, so he went after Blake himself."

"Peter Pettigrew? That fat little boy, the one who followed them all the time at Hogwarts?" Rosmerta asked.

"Worshiping Potter and Blake as heroes," said Professor McGonagall, "was never one of them if they were wise. I used to be cruel to him. You can imagine how, how I regret it now". "Her voice was astringent, as if she had suddenly caught a cold.

"Well, Minerva," said Fudge indulgently, "Peter Pettigrew died a hero. Witnesses, Muggles, we erased their memories afterward. Tell us how Peter Pettigrew drove Black to the Jedi They said he was sobbing. 'Lily and James, Sirius! How could you!', and he picked up his wand. Of course, Blake was faster than him. Peter Pettigrew was blown to pieces just like that."

Professor McGonagall blew his nose and said excitedly, "Stupid boy, stupid boy, he always sucks at duels. The Ministry of Magic should do it."

"I'm telling you, if I catch Blake before Peter Pettigrew, I don't need a wand, I'll snap him, limb by limb," growled Hagrid

"You don't even know what you're talking about, Hagrid," said Fudge sharply. "Only a trained striker from the Magical Law Enforcement Squad might be able to beat Black before he was cornered. I was a magical disaster then." I was one of the first to arrive at the scene after Black killed so many people. I, I will never forget that scene. Sometimes I dream about it. There is a big hole in the middle of the street. The sewer pipe down there was also broken. Corpses everywhere. Muggles screaming. And Black stood there laughing, the remains of Peter Pettigrew right in front of him, a pile of bloodstained robes and not many, not many pieces piece."

Fudge stopped suddenly. There were five people blowing their noses.

Ms Rosmerta sighed, then asked.

"Is it true that he is mad, Minister?"

"I hope he's crazy," said Fudge slowly. "I believe his master's failure has knocked him out of his mind for a while. Killing Peter Pettigrew and so many Muggles is a cornered, Desperate people do things, cruel and purposeless. But the last time I visited Azkaban, I met Black. You know, most of the prisoners there are sitting there, muttering to themselves in the dark that they have nothing left Conscious, but, to my shock, Blake seemed normal. What he said to me was very organized. I was disturbed. You would think he was just bored, asked me if I had finished the paper, and was so calm Said he wanted to do the newspaper crossword puzzle. I'm shocked that the dementors didn't have any effect on him, and he's still a big criminal there, and he's got a lot of guards, you know. Jailer Right at his door, day and night."

"But what do you think he's going to do when he escapes?" Ms. Rosmerta asked. "My God. Minister. He won't go to You-Know-Who again, will he?"

"I daresay it's his, oh, final plan," said Fudge vaguely, "but we hoped to catch Black long before that. I must say that if You-Know-Who is alone and friendless, It's a situation, but giving him his most loyal servant back makes me shudder at the thought of his quick comeback.

After several people were silent for a while, Professor McGonagall took the initiative to speak.

"You know, Connelly, if you're going to have dinner with the headmaster, we might as well go back to the castle now."

Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, several people put their cups on the table one after another, then got up and left the bar.

"Harry?" Seeing the professors leave the bar, Ronald quickly put his head under the table, but he didn't know where Harry was, so he could only maintain this position blankly.

At this moment, suddenly, the table shook suddenly, and then the door of the three broomsticks opened again, and a burst of snowflakes circled in.

Everyone knew it must be Harry, and Ronald followed up and chased him out.

"Wait, let me finish this glass of canyon water. It's a shame to waste it." Richard grabbed Hermione's hand and stopped her from running out.

"But, it's Harry." Hermione said anxiously.

"Don't worry, he must have been very upset when he heard such important news. It would be good for him to let him run for a while to let off steam." Richard said unhurriedly, holding a glass of wine.

Hearing Richard's words, Hermione also calmed down, and the two stayed in the bar for almost half an hour before running into the blizzard again.

Looking at the vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth, both of them were dumbfounded.

"Where are we going to find them?" Hermione asked Richard.

"I don't know either, but it's not very big here. Why don't we just search for it and go back if we can't find it. Anyway, they will definitely go back to Hogwarts."

After hearing Richard's words, Hermione had no choice but to do so.

Then the two of them searched aimlessly in the vast snow field.

As I mentioned earlier, the town of Hogsmeade is very small. There are only a few shops in total, and the two quickly searched for it.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, even if Harry was not far away from them at this time, they should not be able to see him.

So Richard decided to give up and continue searching and return to Hogwarts.

And at this moment, suddenly a swaying red color flew past them, and Richard grabbed him.

""?AN?"

"Harry is at the rock not far ahead. Why are you here? I just went looking for you and found that you are no longer in the bar." Seeing Richard who pulled him back, Ronald said in surprise.

"How's Harry?" Hermione asked hastily.

"Well, you'll know when you go and have a look."

After speaking, Ronald led Richard and Hermione towards the outside of the village, and soon came to the place where the end of the village was connected to the forest.

At this time Harry was squatting on a big rock, hugging his invisibility cloak, weeping silently.

Hermione hurried over and asked him, "Harry, are you okay?"

"You all heard it, he was their best friend, but what did he do? He betrayed them, and every time a dementor came near me, I could hear it, I could hear my mother screaming, Heard (good for you) her begging for Voldemort. If you heard your mother screaming like that, just before she was about to be killed, you wouldn't forget it. If you found someone, everyone thought it was Her friend, but he betrayed her and told Voldemort to go after her."

"We all know that you must be very angry and distraught. But the important thing is that you must not do stupid things.

"Like?" Harry asked. "Like going after Black," Ronald said sharply.

"You wouldn't do that, would you, Harry?" Hermione said. "It's not worth dying for Blake.

"The dementors will catch Black, and Black will return to Azkaban."

"You heard what Fudge said. Black was not under the influence of Azkaban like normal people. This punishment is not the same for him as it is for other people."

"What are you talking about?" Ronald said, looking nervous. "Do you think there are other plans to kill Black?"

"Don't be stupid, Harry didn't intend to kill anyone, did he, Harry?" Hermione looked at Harry expectantly.

But it was obvious that this was Harry's plan. At this moment, Harry didn't continue to say anything, but just looked firmly at the stone under his feet [then he calmed down and said something lightly.

"Okay, it's time to go to Hogwarts, and I'm leaving."

After speaking, Harry walked into the wind and snow without looking back. .