, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Harry and Harry took a few steps forward together. The latter covered his face and refused to look at him to death. The former quietly looked at the man on the ground, and then felt that it was very reasonable not to look at him.
It was a man who looked very old, but very much like a mouse - the hair on his head was sparse, and he had a large bald patch. His face was yellow and gray, as if he were dead, and his eyes were wide open, with small eyeballs turning around inside. Even now, his front teeth are as protruding and yellow as a mouse; his hands are raised in front of his chest as if he were still a mouse, his head shakes from side to side tremblingly, and the expression of fear on his face is clearly visible.
His clothes were the same as Sirius's, dusty and tattered, and the original color could no longer be seen. But if Sirius was like an ancient undead or a terrifying evil ghost in a movie, he still had some kind of reluctance. The artistic value that people appreciate, then this man is like a funny and annoying prisoner, making people want to look away and escape from his groveling.
Harry really didn't expect that the "love comes from the heart" that Zhang Qiu casually told him would actually get a good job here - this man's heart is as humble and ugly as a mouse, and his appearance It was exactly the same as his heart, at least that's what Harry felt.
"I," Harry said slowly and cautiously under the gaze of Sirius and Lupine after a moment of silence, "I have seen him - in the newspaper. Now it seems that the information in the newspaper is different from the truth. Too far."
"Stop joking!" He covered his nose to prevent himself from inhaling the dust raised by the man on the ground as he grew bigger, and frowned, "If Sirius Bck is innocent, then why did he stay in Azkaban for ten years? Year?! The bck family has quite a lot of gold galleons to open up his joints, so there is absolutely no need for him to be convicted the day after bombing a street!"
"There is no final judgment, have you forgotten?" Harry faced the man on the ground and quietly loosened his mental restraints. "This is not in accordance with the procedure."
"No, this is too in line with the procedure!" Sirius yelled sarcastically and sneered, "The dark wizard's noble family, the apparent secret keeper, plus the illusion made by the traitor, and the fall of the Dark Lord, everything is in line Procedure! There is no doubt that Sirius Bck is a Death Eater, and he should be imprisoned." At this point, he calmed down, "And I am indeed guilty. I don't regret going to Azkaban at all. That's I deserve it."
"I don't know if that proves your guilt," he said sarcastically, "but it proves your stupidity! Ha! You have been in Azkaban for ten years for others, you are so kind!"
"." Harry said expressionlessly, "Don't wizards give veritaserum to prisoners?"
"This is common sense! You actually--that's illegal." He rolled his eyes, "More than three drops of that stuff can turn people into idiots." After saying that, he looked at the short man on the ground with a bit of malice. The man glanced at his so-called cousin and said, "I suggest we go to the godfather now and ask for a bottle. I know he has a lot of veritaserum in stock."
"Oh, let's try another method." Hearing this, Harry actually showed a sneer. He took out the necklace that Erik gave him from his neck, shook the chain a few times, and squatted in front of Peter Pettigre.
"No, don't get close to this traitor!" Sirius rushed forward, trying to stop Harry, but was stopped by the boy's cold look.
"What do you want... to do? Harry?" Lupin asked in a dry voice.
"Muggles have something called hypnosis." Harry shook the chain and began to lie, "Although I'm not very proficient... at least it comes from my family."
"Oh come on, S is not a master of hypnosis!" Sirius said angrily, "Harry, stay away from him - who knows what he might do to you!"
I yelled and tried to pull Harry away, but stared at him in disbelief and said, "What's wrong with you! You actually want to use Muggle methods to deal with a wizard!"
"He can't escape. And I'm talking about my father, my current father, not my father." Harry said calmly.
Sirius was immediately speechless. His face was also red from holding back.
Harry pretended to swing the chain at Pettigre a few times, but this was just a show, and then Harry gave him strong instructions in his head, ordering him to answer the truth.
But then again, it didn't seem to make any sense - Harry had already seen what he should have seen during the search. Even if there are only emotions, criminals absconding in fear of crime and innocent people escaping from murderers are two completely different concepts.
"Are you the one who betrayed my parents?" he asked softly.
"Yes... yes, it's me, it's me, I, I'm the secret keeper."
Igre's lips opened and closed stiffly a few times, and his voice was thin and sharp, "I betrayed them..."
"I understand." Harry nodded.
Then he knocked on the floor, and the water molecules immediately obeyed his instructions and quickly condensed into a huge white but translucent bottle. A small door was opened, just big enough for a person to enter.
Harry cast a levitating spell and threw Peter Pettigre on the ground with a swipe. The small door was immediately completed, and the man howled and jumped immediately after Harry relaxed his control on him. Non-stop - even the bottom of the bottle is made of airtight ice. If a person lies on it, his face will be frozen, and his skin and flesh will be frozen on top, not to mention that it is a large low-temperature ice room.
"No, no, no, Harry, Harry, kid, you can't do this! Let me go, let me go! Merlin, I'm going to die, I'm going to die! Harry, Harry, good boy, will forgive you. My, Harry, let me go..."
When Sirius heard this, he almost jumped in and gave him Avada Kedavra! He scratched his neck, his eyes were bloodshot, and his dark eyes were full of hatred and murderous intent: "You! How do you have the nerve to go and beg Harry for mercy?! How do you have the nerve to mention James!! You dirty damn coward! !You don’t deserve to mention James!”
Lupin looked at Harry worriedly - but the boy's expression was calm, as if he didn't hear.
"Sirius! Remus!!!" Pettigre cried and begged for mercy inside, his voice sounded extremely pitiful, "My old friend, help me! I will die if I am locked in here! I will - I will die!" !”
"Oh come on, then you go die! - Merlin, his voice is like a mouse!" He couldn't stand the ugly begging for mercy, and he didn't know if he was numbed by a series of things, but he was also brave got up. So he shouted this into the bottle before Sirius roared again, and then looked at the bottle with a complex expression: "...ell, great, next time easley dares to offend me, you must also lock him in and eat him Take the pain – but what magic did you cast?!”
"Listen, if you dare to run away," Harry ignored him, hooked his fingers on the top of the bottle - the top that was two meters high from Pettigre - and made a small hole, held the wand against his throat, and used The amplification spell allowed the voice to be transmitted clearly, and he said sternly, "I will make a flame cage next time - you will know the consequences. And you can't escape my eyes, you'd better remember this."
He trembled all over and shut up.
Harry Xavier is a good old man, a peacemaker, a neutral and tolerant person, a person who can always talk to others in a gentle and polite manner, and does not get angry when he is called by the wrong last name. He has quietly won the favor of many students from different colleges. He is a thorough and thorough person. Simple people, this is what they have always believed. But this terrible Harry Xavier? He admitted that he had never seen it before, so he couldn't help but curse the devil secretly, and at the same time silently cursed the Sorting Hat for the nth time in his heart.
——This damn broken hat, what is this kind of person called?
This is obviously a poisonous snake, look, it's still hissing and spitting!
"Then," after shocking the two adults, Harry forced a smile, "Tell me what happened back then," he paused, "Don't hide anything, otherwise I swear to God I have a way to know. !”
"Hell, you are a wizard, what did you swear to God!" He couldn't help but corrected.
"..." Harry said expressionlessly.
I had no choice but to shut up again with a displeased look on my face.
"Also, I don't like his name," Harry continued to express his wishes and said softly, "Can you change the name when describing it?"
The name r was special to Harry because it belonged to the Speedster, the young man whose nickname was Quicksilver, the one Harry had known for less than a day but had already become a very good friend.
"...Okay," Sirius twitched the corners of his mouth and said to the boy for a long time, "Let's call him..."
"Wormtail." Lupin said.
Harry nodded, indicating that they could begin.
…………
Everything is similar to the information Harry found, except for the most critical part.
Sirius·Bck proposed this back then - temporarily designate the secret keeper as the inconspicuous Wormtail, so that everyone will only focus on himself, and no one will think that Wormtail is the secret keeper.
But obviously the Dark Lord is superior to him - and Wormtail is not a loyal friend, so the tragedy begins and Harry becomes an orphan.
If this wasn't a story that actually happened to him, Harry would have thought he was listening to something similar to "Aesop's Fables". This story sounded tear-jerking, and the pace was ups and downs. If it were rehearsed as a play, Harry was sure that the theater would be overcrowded.
——The premise is that this is not the story of your parents.
Harry Erik Xavier, a young man whose life had been considered happy, fulfilling and ordinary until last month, listened to this story and felt that he had magically transformed into the young version of the bitter male protagonist in an instant... . At least the heavy life experience and inexplicable reputation were all at once suppressed.
Now he also learned that the well-known thing actually had another hidden meaning. If it weren't for the wrong timing, he really wanted to go home, grab his father's collar and cry: his parents really died in such a crucial detail that shouldn't have changed.
Moreover...his parents were really betrayed by their friends and died at the hands of their enemies.
Harry felt from the bottom of his heart that this was the only way fate could play tricks on people.
"...Before I was eleven years old, I always thought that I was a child abandoned by my parents..."
After thinking about it for a long time, Harry spoke slowly.
"No, how is that possible!" Sirius took a deep breath and said to him, "They love you, Harry, they - they are the people who love you most in the world!"
"So I said it was before I was eleven years old." Harry interrupted mercilessly, "I didn't know that I was a wizard before I was eleven years old. But it doesn't matter, you don't need to be excited... Maybe in your eyes, I I have been missing in the British wizarding world for ten years, do you care about this, right? But to me, it really doesn't matter."
He looked at the Azkaban escapee who seemed to have the words "I'm guilty" written on his face whenever he looked at him, and it was difficult to describe how he felt now.
"Because I have a very good family... I mean, my family loves me, and I have like-minded friends. My life is very rich, and I don't think there is anything special about being a wizard... In short, I have nothing There is no shortage, so you, Mr. Bck, and Remus, yes, Remus, please don’t ask me why I know it, you don’t need to feel sorry for me."
He stretched out his foot, kicked the big ice bottle, and then shook his foot because of the pain in his foot. He then shrugged and said lightly: "If there is anyone who really feels sorry for me, it's him. Why don't we sit down and talk? This guy can't run away."
…
This is a very magical scene.
The fire was burning brightly in the fireplace, and the firewood crackled, spreading the smell of pine wood in the air.
Wrapped in a golden-red blanket that disgusted him so much, he shivered and waited for Harry to wave his wand and float a stack of thick roasted lamb over here.
"Did you go to the kitchen to steal food?" Remus Lupin sat on the left side of the two boys, his voice was steady and his expression was indifferent.
"If my nephew is hungry," Sirius smiled mockingly, "my noble and cold sister will jump up and strangle me to death."
Harry didn't say anything, but directed various seasonings and sauces to be applied to the meat to make it smell more delicious. Finally, he let a silver knife cut the meat into pieces, and picked up a fork that came from somewhere next to him and forked a piece of it. , handed it to the man who was noisy and had a stomachache just now.
The pampered Slytherin was really hungry - so he took the fork and took a big bite, and Harry politely asked the two adults: "Do you want some?"
"Thank you, Harry, but no need - have you had dinner? You'd better have some too, it's enough for you and us to share." Lupin said gently.
"I want to kill that dirty traitor now," Sirius really didn't want to do this, but emphasized with a very cold face, "If you don't kill him, who knows where he will go to join his master!"
The big bottle over there let out an extremely ferocious howl: ""
"Don't raise your voice, Sirius!" Lupin warned him, "We agreed to sit down and talk, instead of leaving the issue unclear until the end!"
"You can't kill him." Harry said calmly and to the point. "Killing him will do nothing."
"Yes, kill him. A murderer will still be a murderer, and a dead hero will still be a hero." He swallowed the meat and mocked, "Merlin, are all gryffindors so 'great'?"
Sirius was about to speak, but was stopped by Lupin: "They are right, Sirius, killing Wormtail now is of no use." He looked at his old friend, and sighed sadly and helplessly, "You need Be freed.”
"I don't care about that," Sirius said simply and irritably, "I want him to die!!"
"But that-" Lupin almost got angry again.
"Someone has targeted Harry," Sirius said with emphasis. "If Wormtail also escapes Azkaban, Harry will be in more danger! He knows hogarts better than anyone else! Remember!"
"Then apply for him to forget everything!" Remus also raised his voice, "That's not a problem, Sirius!"
With a snap, the two people turned their heads. First they saw the blond boy rolling his eyes, and then they saw a red-covered book that the black-haired boy slapped on the table. The title was in white and read "Wizard's Code——" All the Laws Changed in Fifty Years."
"Can we discuss it after reading the law?" Harry said helplessly, "I don't understand half of what you are saying - and why do you have to make everything so complicated?"
He secretly thought to himself, could this be the legendary war thinking? For example, no matter what, just save the people you want to save, and other things, including your own life, don't matter?
But this is not war time! Things may not be that bad! Could it be... is this a sequelae of the war period, or have these two people been conditioned by the hard life?
Harry shook his head in his mind - neither Remus nor Bck could give a useful solution right now.
So what to do?
The man next to him snorted coldly, and after Harry turned to look at him, he still spoke reluctantly: "Not even a single gold galleon of the Bck family's property can fall into the hands of those greedy Ministry of Magic officials. !”
He wrapped his butt in the blanket and moved forward, feeling that he could finally use his talents. It was time for him to make damn Harry Xavier realize the excellence of a Malfoy - without thinking that the person who was scared by Harry just now was also him.
He coughed a few times, took the law book they had found in the afternoon, flipped through it a few times and threw it back. Then he chanted slowly, as if reading a sonnet, with very pleasant ups and downs: "I really I don’t know what you are worried about - with evidence and a confession, as long as it is done properly, bck will not only be acquitted, but he will also be punished because he was imprisoned for ten years for nothing and he suffered from the irregular legal process. A large amount of compensation from the Ministry of Magic - it will be so rich that you can't even imagine it, especially for someone like bck who was expelled from the family." He said with a hint of contempt at the end.
"...expelled from the family?" Harry noticed that when he said this, the face of Buck next to him suddenly turned gloomy, "What do you mean?"
"It means that he ran away from home and was not recognized by his parents." Remus explained to him in a very understandable way, "You know that the BC family has always advocated black magic and pure blood, right? Sirius is The only Slytherin in the family, he strongly disagreed with his parents' ideas - so he ran away from home when he was sixteen, and his parents angrily deleted his name from the family tree."
He added angrily to the side: "A disgraceful alien. My mother said Sirius Bck is a lunatic."
"The bck family are all crazy." Sirius sneered, picked up the wine on the table and took a sip - of course it was stolen by him - he pretended to be sweet and said: "Didn't your mother tell you? Nephew? About the crazy deeds of your uncle and your mother’s family?”
"Don't mention my mother!" Even though he was very afraid of this 'uncle', he still looked like he wanted to spit at him, "You - are not worthy! My father said that you are the greatest shame to the ancient BC family!"
Harry's head began to feel a dull pain again - to be honest, if they continued arguing according to this procedure, they would be ineffective at all.
"Remus?" He interrupted loudly, "Can you help me find the relevant laws?"
"...Okay." Lupin looked both ways and immediately knew what he meant. He picked up the book with emotion, stood up, and looked at their current room layout as if unintentionally, then he changed places with Harry, and he said to Harry quite gently, "Maybe you would like to... Talk to Sirius?"
Harry did not miss the few glances Lupin looked around - he immediately understood that this room obviously had a special meaning, and Lupin meant that he could start from this point.
"," Harry knew that he must be filled with resentment, "Hurry and settle the matter quickly and we can go out...Well, think about it, if bck can be released from prison, you will have an extra birthday gift and Christmas gift this year."
"It's like I care about his gift!" He hit the armrest of the sofa hard to vent his anger.
Harry sighed: "Who else can I turn to besides you for this kind of thing? I'm not as good at this as you are."
"Granger can only endorse! What kind of thing is she good at!" The blond Slytherin softened after hearing these words, and reluctantly leaned over to read a book with Lupin, while saying: "I tell you, Harry Xavier, this I’m going to settle the score with you when this is over!”
"Forget it." Harry shrugged. Then he sat next to Sirius.
The man who had been in prison for ten years became stiff at that moment, and the stiffness was very obvious. He even moved his butt restlessly, which made Harry very uncomfortable - Mr. Bck treated him as if he were a baby under one year old. If he wasn't yelling like crazy about Pettigre, he would be talking to Harry. It's almost mild.
Just like now, the man who just yelled at Harry, "Stay away from him Harry", actually after coughing a few times, tentatively said to him softly:
"Ahem, hey, Harry?"
Except for his rather flustered and evasive eyes, his attitude when talking to Harry was completely different from his attitude when talking to Harry. This made Harry even more confused about how to get along with him.
Although I heard that he was a close friend of his parents...but this was really far away from Harry's life.
The firewood was still crackling, but the atmosphere in the room was extremely awkward.
He glanced at the side and gloated, snorting a sneer from his nose.
"...Hello, Mr. Bck." Harry reluctantly raised his lips and replied.
Lupin suppressed his laughter and swallowed it in his stomach.
In fact, he said, Sirius was really in trouble - this was the first time that poor Padfoot talked to Harry. Merlin, last time Harry was a kid who couldn't call him 'Padfoot' or 'Sirius'. Although they often see James' baby, getting along with the same baby is completely different from getting along with the same eleven-year-old Hogarts.
Think about it, your memory of him last time was still at the time when he was babbling and you didn't dare to hug him as a baby. Now he will tell you, "Calm down," "Produce evidence," and "We should Let's talk about it, this feeling is really amazing.
"...Can I ask you a question, Mr. Bck?" Harry thought for a while and decided on a topic to start with. He played with his yellow ash wood wand in his hand, "Well... that is, where did you go after you ran away from home?"
"...Are you interested in this?" Sirius asked softly in a hoarse voice, looking down at the boy's hair.
"That's right." Anyway, there is always a topic. Harry thought.
Sirius gave him a slow smile. The tension just now slowly disappeared at this moment.
"I live with you...grandparents, and your father." He said quite nostalgically, "Your grandmother is my great-aunt, so James and I are somewhat related...Oh Merlin, for We argued about this many times, but in the end we were so arguing that no one forgot what we were arguing about in the first place."
Harry was still a little interested in this, so he calculated it on his fingers... and was shocked to find that according to this algorithm, he had to call Mr. Bck his cousin! This is such a mess!
At the same time, he saw... and felt even more confused about it.
"You don't mean to call me..." Cousin? !
"Yes, he is my nephew. You and I are of the same generation, so he has to call you cousin, Harry." Sirius said this for him quite happily.
The corners of Harry's mouth twitched a few times, but he still didn't make any comment in the face of the murderous gaze directed at him. He felt that family relations in the wizarding world were about to be in chaos, "So... the R family is also a noble?"
He seemed to have only heard - heard - that those families in the wizarding world that supported the pure-blood theory were all related by marriage to each other. Because the circle was too small, the genealogy was almost a mess... But he really He didn't think about the R family - because he really had no sense of belonging to this surname!
"Ancient pure-blood aristocrats? Yes, of course," Sirius said as he spoke more. "They have been gryffindors for generations, but they married wives who were not bound to the academy. For example, your grandmother, she was a very good slytherin. . She is a very good person. She has the trademark long black hair and black eyes of the Bck family. She is extremely beautiful, very gentle, and has good skills. But your father did not inherit this at all. Your grandfather was a very kind person. The person who talked about it is also very cunning. It is said that he planned for a long time to marry your grandmother... It is not easy to marry a woman from the Bck family. I will always be grateful to them, Harry, they were the ones who accepted the homeless man back then. I—they almost raised me like a second son.”
"...Wait a minute," upon hearing the words 'Gryffindors for generations', Harry remembered something. He looked at Sirius suspiciously, "I...Mr. Bck, have I seen you before? You ...Is he the one who told me that I should be a gryffindor?"
Seeing the embarrassed expression on the man's face, Harry knew that he had guessed correctly.
No wonder the man in the cold drink shop always promotes Gryffindor to me - it turns out that he is not a die-hard fan of Dumbledryffindor, but a die-hard fan of the R family...
Then it all makes sense.
"You went to see Harry?!" Lupin said in confusion, "How could you possibly see Harry? Harry has always been in the United States!"
"I cast a modified ignoring spell on my face - Harry won't be able to remember my face." Sirius' voice lowered, "I just want to see what Harry looks like, Remus."
He was terribly embarrassed. He didn't expect Harry to guess it... and the expression he looked at him was like looking at a human trafficker - the kind who specializes in selling gryffindors.
"...Okay. I understand. Ah, what about my father?" Harry nodded, thought about the matter and then let it go. In his heart, he was a little interested in what Sirius said, and his tone was not as bad as before. Standard, "What kind of person is my father? I heard that he was quite naughty and mischievous back then."
This time Lupin couldn't hold back and laughed: "Haha... This is true. Oh, don't look at me, Sirius, this is not what I said."
"Information collection..." Sirius muttered awkwardly, "Well, I should have thought of it. It doesn't matter, it's nothing."
"James was the most naughty and mischievous back then. He even liked to catch people and bully them for a long time," Lupin said easily. "I have a question that I can finally answer for you now, Harry - about Severus not wanting to see you." That's it. You should be able to guess the answer."
"..." Harry's mouth slowly opened into an O-shape, "My father bullied Professor Snape?!"
"Nonsense! How could Professor Snape be bullied?!" He almost jumped up and retorted in disbelief, "You lied!"
"I...Professor Dumbledore clearly said that he is my mother's friend," Harry felt like he was dreaming, "but now you are telling me that my father bullied Professor Snape?"
"You don't know how annoying he is." Sirius frowned and commented contemptuously, "He has always been like that - a big greasy bat with a mouth as vicious as his heart."
His face turned green, but Harry sighed resignedly, the unsolved mystery could finally be solved————
——No wonder he is always bullied by Snape! ! Who told his father to bully Snape back then? ! He didn't think that Snape was a person who didn't hold grudges. This could be said to be a 'father's debt must be paid by the son'.
"Then this room..." Harry looked up at this room that was full of warmth - there was even a picture frame standing on the fireplace - he asked: "Is this the place where my father and you lived together? ?”
He felt vaguely that this place looked familiar...but he was sure that he had really, really never been to this room. The smell, visual effects, and even the tranquility here make him very comfortable. He is sure that if this room is not related to him, it must be related to the R family, and these feelings he has are probably inherited from his blood. Aesthetics or preferences.
Harry couldn't help but look forward to bck's answer - after all, he had very little understanding of his previous home and family.
The smile on Sirius's face slowly faded. Harry noticed that his hands that were hanging casually on his knees slowly tightened.
"...No, this is your parents' private property." Sirius said softly, "When you were born, your grandparents were no longer alive. After all, James was their only son after they were middle-aged, so waiting for him and They passed away after Lily got engaged. After that, we all felt that Manor R was too deserted, so your parents vacated an old family house to live in. After you were born, it became what it is now. .”
He gestured to Harry to look at the kitchen where the barbecue had been just now, and said nostalgically: "Every time I come in, I can see Lily waving a spatula inside, and she always yells at me, 'Sirius, wash your hands!', because I You and your father are always together, stealing the food she makes."
With a pop, Harry couldn't help but laugh.
"When you were born, your father was very happy. He gave you many names before that, and finally decided on the name 'harry' for you." Sirius looked at the boy's face, his own face was covered by the firelight and The memory was so gentle that no trace of the madness and coldness left before. He was now like a chatty elder in every family who could secretly take the boys out for a ride, "Your mother is also very happy." , but she seems to be overly happy. When she first got pregnant with you, she thought everyone was a good person, so she even wanted Snape to be your godfather..."
Snap.
This was probably a sound of shock.
"..." Harry looked awkwardly at the wand he had dropped on the ground, and silently picked it up.
"That's such a shame," said stiffly, "because Professor Snape has become my godfather!"
"Of course," Sirius raised an eyebrow at his nephew, "I know Lucius's little thoughts - he and Snape are on the same road."
"You still have something to tell Harry, have you forgotten, Sirius?" Lupin interrupted his taunting of his brother-in-law, with an encouraging look, glanced at Harry, and motioned to Sirius, "I think you have to tell Harry - tell him personally. he."
"What's going on?" Harry asked, and at the same time his green eyes met Sirius's black eyes, and the latter immediately began to stiffen again, or became uncomfortable.
"Ahem," Sirius clenched his hands into fists, put them to his mouth and coughed. He straightened his spine, sat upright unconsciously, moved his lips nervously and repeatedly, hesitated for a few seconds, then looked at the boy's face and said tentatively:
"Maybe you don't know, Harry... but your parents once appointed me as your... your godfather."
