, wonderful and free of pop-ups! When they all stood in the principal's office, Harry realized how big the fuss was - as soon as he entered the principal's office, he found the Minister of Magic, the Director of the Auror Department, and a dozen others standing in the principal's office. Aurors, Neville's uncle, professors, Harry simply doubted that this room would suffocate people to death. After all, this room was full of bookshelves and had no windows, so it seemed that it would easily run out of oxygen.
What happened next made him dizzy, and even his itinerary after entering the house was as follows: Listen to everyone's "Merlin!" That's igre', and 'Merlin, it's sirius bck! ! ', simply explain all this, accept the principal's idea of 'sit down and talk for a while', and shake hands with the Minister of Magic and be greeted by him; shake hands with the Director of the Auror Department and be greeted by him; and the person who specializes in investigating this matter. The captain of the Auror team, well, no greetings; Professor Snape scolded him with harsh words (but the anger was quickly directed at Mr. Bck); then, Neville's uncle also gave an absolutely perfect and caring speech With a fake smile and a handshake, Harry was able to rest until Harry's headmaster, Flitick, seemed to have hurriedly called his students aside to rest.
The thin and short professor looked at Sirius and Wormtail with a wary and confused look, while holding Harry's hand, he asked him worriedly and happily: "Have you been hurt in any way, kid? You know Your seniors are all worried, as well as your classmates, Miss Anna has come to ask me three times..."
"Oh, I'm fine, Dean," Harry touched his nose, feeling a little ashamed of such concern. They really should have come out earlier, "I...I will go back to the tower later to make you worry. ”
Flitick saw his expression and patted his hand with satisfaction - after all, even if he could reach Harry's shoulders, his posture would be very strange - he whispered: "Then, since you brought them... How is this going?"
Harry also replied in a low voice: "This...well, it's very complicated."
What is worthy of sympathy is that Neville's uncle, the handsome man with violet eyes, went to greet Neville after greeting Harry - the poor fat boy had no courage in the first ten minutes at the moment he saw his little uncle. Disappeared without a trace, his brown head bowed as low as possible, and the voice calling him uncle also had a crying tone.
Harry glanced at him with pity, and looked at Neville's uncle again with a little curiosity.
In fact, as the girls said, he is a very handsome man - he has a very delicate face, a head of black hair that is not very similar to Neville's, soft and smooth, and his posture and outfit are perfectly taken care of. His charming violet eyes are the most stunning thing about him - they are quite magical. It is said that many people's love at first sight for this is is based on the first sight of those eyes. At that moment, his arrogance, his coldness, and his disdainful eyes were reduced to green leaves that modified his appearance.
That kind of beauty is like a gem, expensive, cold, and inaccessible when displayed in a high-priced display window, but it is truly attractive.
But for Harry, he also thinks those eyes are very beautiful, but there is nothing more beautiful than them -
——No one can reject Charles's blue eyes, absolutely no one. They often make Harry feel that they are almost incomparably beautiful than human eyes. They are so blue and so bright, like the night sky, distant and beautiful, but they can look right into you. From the bottom of my heart.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed - if it hadn't been for this unexpected accident, he would have finished writing the end of the paper, and then went home to find his father. Yes, going home, this was his original schedule tonight, but it turned out better , he had to take the time turner a few more times.
...Um, I wonder if such a magic weapon has any side effects?
"I can't believe it, Albus," Professor Agal screamed with a tight face, "my student - the student I thought had died long ago, is actually standing here tonight, and he is still alive! Merlin Ah, what happened back then? Who can tell me? Remus? Sirius? And r? "
She looked at the three former students in front of her - Remus Lupin, who was standing extremely tired, Sirius Bck, who had been tortured by prison life and was inhuman, and Igre, who was stiff but undoubtedly still alive. Each of their faces still had shadows of the past. Agal still remembered how many troubles they had caused... Although the leader had passed away, his son was standing not far away, with a face that was exactly the same as his father's, which made her almost think I was still more than ten years ago.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Snape, who was staring at Sirius closely. Although the expression on his face was quite numb and as cold as a winter night, his eyes revealed his mood.
She knew that if Snape had a list of the most hated people in the world, then Sirius Bck would definitely be at the top of the list. It was an old debt, and even Agal almost wondered if she had forgotten it, but when the main people involved in those things gathered together, she still felt that it happened yesterday.
At that time, apart from her and Dumbledore, there were only a few students standing here - James who was silent and extremely serious, Sirius who was indignant, Remus who was guilty and remorseful, and Peter who was trembling with fear.
Of course, there is also the most important victim - Severus Snape. He swore on the spot that he would never forgive these four people, cursed them with the most vicious words in front of everyone, especially bck and r, and then walked away.
From then on, these five people truly cut off all contact with each other, and their grievances were particularly deep.
"There must be some reason for this," Lius Fudge (Cornelly Fudge), the short but rather stout Minister of Magic with gray curly hair, rubbed his hands, shook his head and looked at the people on the ground in shock, "This...is this Sirius Bck and Peter Pettigre? My Merlin, what kind of chaos is this?!"
dumbledore moved closer to look at Wormtail, his wise eyes turned around the man, and then moved away. He said seriously and carefully: "This is indeed Peter... Yes, I remember, as a principal I remember all my students. But now it seems that he did not die ten years ago... Regarding this matter, Remus , do you have anything to say?”
"I think there is a case that needs to be re-examined," Remus said urgently and solemnly, "Sirius is innocent - they changed the secret keeper back then -"
"Ha!" Snape sneered fiercely, "After ten years, are you trying to lie to escape your crime? Bck, you haven't changed at all, you are still the same stupid!"
"Shut your mouth, Snape," Sirius responded with a sarcastic exaggeration, "You must have put all your energy into this! Unfortunately, the result will not be what you want - why don't you go back and do that Where’s the potion? Ha, let me tell you, that’s one of your few strengths! That’s what you’re good at, why do you have to stand here and be annoying?!”
Harry stared at the scene in front of him dumbfounded - in just a moment, Snape's wand was pressed against Sirius' neck, and the latter still shouted unscrupulously: "What's wrong, Snape? Do you feel embarrassed now? Do you want to kill him?" Come on! Call me stupid, yes, I am a stupid person, but what about you? You are several times inferior to me. I heard that you treated Harry harshly and continued your hatred for James. Come on him! You don’t deserve to be a professor, you—”
"You'd better shut up your stinky mouth!" On the other hand, he was so angry that he almost smoked. He pulled out his wand and wanted to teach this madman wearing the title of his uncle a lesson. Harry quickly stopped him - this Fighting sometimes is a waste of time.
But this was not enough. Snape and Sirius seemed to hate each other so much that even Lupin's attempts to persuade them could not stop them. Snape looked like he wanted to strangle his old classmate to death, while Sirius looked like he would drag Snape with him even if he died. The momentum of going to hell together, I have to say, this scene was so chaotic that Harry's eyelids jumped.
——Why can’t we just get to the point? He thought a little speechlessly.
Fortunately, they were not alone in the scene.
After the Aurors came to their senses, they surrounded him in a well-trained manner and took down Sirius who was not very willing to resist. Wormtail was also tied up, and Snape also put the wand back after the persuasion of his colleagues. ...But he still looked furious, with that gloomy expression that seemed to be quenched with poison, which made Harry really curious as to what kind of hatred the two of them had.
It wasn't even hate, it wasn't disgust. That feeling was not for a criminal, not for Gryffindor, but a pure hatred, the hatred that Severus Snape had for Sirius Bck.
And it was so intense that as long as Harry stood closer... he couldn't help but hate Sirius too. The hatred was so strong that Harry felt that there was probably no chance for the two of them to ease their relationship.
Dumbledore probably saw why Wormtail was so stiff, so he waved his hand and cast a warming spell. The man who had been a mouse for ten years got up crying... and then made a painful confession.
Because Harry had been staring at him, the fear of being locked in a big ice bottle prompted him to tell the truth, but he did not dare to say what Harry had done... He even wondered if his memory had been tampered with, because His fear was still there, but he could not recall any details about being held and controlled. And he knew that if he concealed anything about what happened ten years ago, Harry would kill him.
He looked at the boy with deep fear in his eyes. He was afraid of the boy, terribly afraid.
This made Harry, who was silently paying attention to his head and standing nearby, dumbfounded.
"He - the Dark Lord, he is so scary... He has a secret weapon that you can't think of!!"
When asked why he betrayed his friends, Wormtail grabbed the corner of Dumbledore's blue wizard robe and cried bitterly, "I really didn't mean to betray James... I just want to live, I just want to live!! I can live if I want to. Is that wrong?! Dumbledore, help me, help me, Sirius will kill me, Harry will kill me!"
"So," Agal suppressed the anger gushing out of his heart and asked loudly, "It was you who betrayed those brave wizards who sacrificed their lives to resist the Dark Lord?!"
"I really can't help it!" Wormtail cried loudly, and replied with a wince, "I...I, I have never been as brave as James, I am not as strong as Sirius, and I am not as cautious as Remus. I really There is no way, the Dark Lord, that person, that terrible person, he is the one who insists on James' life!! Forgive me, I was just forced for a moment!"
"You're a gryffindor! James is your best friend!" Agal scolded loudly. Harry and Harry had never seen her look so angry. "Even if your grades were a mess back then, they - the wizards who were killed by you. They still helped you survive safely on the battlefield! And Lily has never looked down on you! Just because of this reason, you betrayed them to the Dark Lord?! You - you are simply not worthy of being A wizard! You let me down so much, I never thought I would teach such a student!"
The witch, who usually had a tense face, turned red and extremely angry at this moment, and her sharp eyes were even filled with tears: "James and Lily, such good children... Harry was only one year old back then, and you didn't even care about him. You lost your parents and had no one to take care of you. Put your blame on Sirius! He even disappeared for ten years! Merlin, I can't believe that such a thing would be done by one of my students!"
At this moment, Ron, as the owner of the mouse, stood aside and listened to the entire process, completely dumbfounded. The red-haired boy opened his mouth, unable to speak a word, and was trembling all over. If Neville hadn't timidly asked Ron to go back first, he might have been frightened further.
And IS, who had been putting his hands on his nephew, let out a contemptuous sneer.
"If you dare to become such a despicable wizard," he said coldly to his nephew, "kowtow to others and be as despicable and stupid as they are, then I will drive you out of the house."
Neville's whole body trembled again, and he replied in a low voice: "Yes, yes, uncle."
"What would you do if it were you, Sirius!" Wormtail asked Sirius sharply, "You would also succumb to such a powerful force!"
"I will die!" If looks could kill, then Sirius's eyes had undoubtedly penetrated Wormtail thousands of times. He said word by word, "I would rather die than betray them!"
"Oh, you won't!" Wormtail waved his hands, retorted desperately, and muttered, "No one will not submit under his hands!"
"That's just you!" Lupin interrupted, "If there is really a reason for your betrayal, it's just because you are more timid and afraid of death than others."
"Excuse me for interrupting your conversation because it seems like a farce right now."
Neville's uncle, the youngest of the adults present and the current head of the family, interrupted them.
"Why can't we get some... Veritaserum?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at the dark potion professor beside him, "I believe that the best potion master in Britain will definitely have a little inventory - only three drops are needed. bck and pettigre can tell everything."
"That is...that is not in compliance with judicial procedures, Your Excellency," Minister Fudge said hesitantly, and then asked the old principal, "What do you mean, Dumbledore?"
"Oh, I don't see the need to use Veritaserum," Dumbledore said solemnly, "After all, the real prisoner has told everything. There is no doubt that Sirius Bck is an innocent person, and he did not After the trial, he was sent directly to Azkaban, which was wrong at the time."
Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief - with Dumbledore's words, the next thing wouldn't be very difficult.
From the moment he entered this room, he had a general view - how should I put it, it felt like it was Britain, and the power was indeed not exclusive... and it seemed that the principal of the only magic academy in the UK and the greatest white wizard were two A name worthy of anyone taking any advice from Dumbledore.
"Oh, I don't think so," is said coldly, "He didn't betray Mr. and Mrs. R and take refuge with the Dark Lord, but that doesn't mean he didn't do evil to my family -"
Whispering in Harry's ear: "Come on, I just have to bite bck, otherwise bck will torture the couple when he is full! It's not like they are heroes! The family has long been in ruins."
"!" Harry quickly pulled him, "You can't say that - they all sacrificed their lives in the war to fight against the evil forces. Of course they are heroes."
——Not to mention that the person who attacked her was my aunt. This is not only rude but also goes too far.
The voice was not loud, but Neville's hearing was very good. He looked over at once, his eyes full of grievance and anger and stared back without fear, but Neville said nothing and turned his head back.
"Come on," Sirius interrupted him directly and sneered in return at the head of the family. His black eyes seemed to be pierced with knives, sharp and cold. He said unceremoniously, "It's like me. It’s the same as I’ve never heard of your deeds—you, a dog working for the German aristocracy, when did you fall in love with your brother Frank?”
Neville immediately opened his mouth to say something, but his uncle held his shoulders, so he blushed, bit his lip, and said nothing.
"I think it's time to let the children out." Agal looked at Neville and softened his voice, "What happens next is not something the children can see."
dumbledore nodded and looked at Harry: "Yes, that's right - Harry, can you take your friends to go first? I think your classmates in the college must be impatient."
"Oh yes, yes," Professor Flitick immediately agreed, and the little old man nodded his head when he heard this, "Go quickly, children - I think your classmates have left a warm meal for you." A great dinner.”
Neville shook his head silently and insisted on not walking away.
"But the result of this matter -" But he was not willing to be sent away like this. He wanted to argue, but Snape just glanced at him, and he obediently lowered his head and was pulled away by Harry.
"Come on, let's go back." Harry said softly, nodded to Remus and Sirius, and showed an apologetic smile to Neville. He moved his hands faster and quickly pushed the blond Slytherin away, for fear that they were together. I can't control my mouth.
Honest people are often the easiest to bully, but you can't bully them to death just because they are honest people.
If Harry were to speak, he would have to admit that he was indeed excessive in his treatment of Neville. However, most of the hostility towards Neville came from the good intentions of protecting Harry. It was hard for Harry to really teach him a lesson - yes He is very concerned about face. If you tell him directly, he will not correct himself even if you beat him to death.
He immediately began to talk endlessly about how annoying he was, how rude he was to his father, and how he suppressed Harry's reputation - anyway, these were all things that Harry didn't care about and didn't know.
He simply plugged his ears, turned his head away under the sympathetic eyes of his dean, and began to recite the periodic table of chemical elements silently in his mind until his mouth was dry as he talked.
Then he returned to the tower wearing the invisibility cloak like the wind, went to report to the prefect Penelope that he was safe, then returned to the dormitory with a bird's nest head that was badly beaten, and turned around three times to change the time. To prevent getting lost in the dark.
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"Hey, Harry, you're back?"
John sat on the sofa in the entertainment room, spread out the wizard chess set that Harry had bought by mail on the table, and asked casually.
Harry hugged his schoolbag and lay down on the sofa next to John. He was particularly tired today due to his repeated use of abilities: "Good evening, John, are you alone?"
"Bobby was doing his homework and they went to watch a movie again. The professor and the others all went to the study after receiving an email." John grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth, looking at Harry with interest, "You know Don’t you know that I feel like Bobby now? Even after using up his abilities, he is completely cold! He still doesn’t believe me when I tell him, and always says I’m teasing him.”
"...Well," Harry poured himself a cup of Coke, his eyes hesitant, "I actually did use his ability."
One person almost froze to death. He swallowed the words.
After John showed a surprised expression, he asked a series of questions: "Wow - his ability is very easy to lose control, but who made you unhappy, Harry? How many people did you kill in the end? Why didn't you use it? My ability? It’s too interesting!”
"Don't use words like 'kill'," Harry was so tired that even his voice was light, "I encountered a... well, let's put it this way, an injustice in the wizarding world."
John whistled: "Your life is so exciting, you have to tell us about it later." He moved the black chess piece forward, and the black king smashed the opponent with his chair, so he He cheered again, "This chess move is so exciting!"
"Hey guys, I got the letter in the mailbox outside... Oh, good evening, Harry," Li Qianhuan came in with several envelopes in her hands. When she saw Harry, she wore a black dress with exaggeratedly large earrings. The girl's eyes lit up, "You came back just in time. These letters were sent from your home! Do you know who wrote them?"
Harry answered with a blank expression, took the letter she handed over, looked at the name on it, and threw it aside.
"Who wrote the letter?" Li Qianhuan asked.
"My classmates from my previous school." Harry said tiredly, "I-I'll look at it tomorrow."
Li Qianhuan and John exchanged a silent look - they both knew how indifferent Harry's classmates in elementary school were towards him. And Harry's expression confirmed this.
So what would these letters be about?
"By the way," Li Qianhuan thought for a while and patted Harry, "You'd better go to the professor's study. He told us that if he sees you coming back on the way, he will ask you to go there."
"What's going on?" Harry sat up from the sofa holding his schoolbag and asked doubtfully.
"It seems that an old friend of theirs is getting married." John whispered in a rather gossipy voice, "You didn't hear that, when Sean and Alex learned the news, they were so surprised that they nearly overturned the house."
Harry stood up and shrugged: "Then I'd better go find dad now - probably to tell me about this. Normally we go to congratulate and attend the wedding, right."
…
When Harry stood at the door, he heard his aunt's voice talking inside: "I still can't believe it - that Emma Frost is going to get married to a Christian from England! He's not even a mutant. !”
Then, of course, dad's gentle voice came next: "Don't say that, love is always wonderful. At least Emma has found her happiness. We should bless her - and there is nothing wrong with not being a mutant." Good, isn’t it?”
"She actually wants Harry to be her flower girl -" the cold face raised his eyebrows and faked a smile, Harry could imagine it through the door panel, "-but I have to say it is a good idea. We can Take Harry to buy a small suit." Her tone changed at the end of the sentence.
"Dad?" Harry knocked on the door, "It's me, Harry."
"Come in, honey!" Harry heard his father's cheerful voice, and sure enough, as soon as he opened the door, he saw his father laughing and pushing a white invitation to him, "You're back just in time - Come and see, Harry, an old friend of mine, Emma, is getting married. She invited us to the wedding, and she also went to see Erik. Oh my God, I really didn’t expect that she actually asked Erik and me to donate our children to She’s a flower girl!”
I couldn't help but smile and curl my lips, "Of course, that woman has a very high vision, and she will definitely want the best in everything - she really knows how to choose, Harry and Nina, just thinking about it, I think they are so cute."
"That means I can see Nina again, right?" Harry was extremely pleasantly surprised. Thinking of the cute and well-behaved little girl, he felt exhausted. "When is the wedding, Dad?"
"Christmas." Charles smiled very happily, "This year's Christmas, we will spend it with Erik and Nina - I invited them, and they agreed. They will return to the United States for Thanksgiving. Are you happy? ,baby?"
Pulling his nephew aside to fix his hair, he made an unbearable sound while doing it: "Oh my God, Charles - do you know your expression now? The corners of your mouth are almost reaching the base of your ears! Instead of asking Harry, why are you Don’t you ask yourself if you’re going to die with joy?”
"I'm really happy to death." Charles admitted without hesitation, "Isn't it worth being happy to be able to spend Christmas with friends?"
For some reason, while Harry was in his arms, he heard a disdainful snort and a word of unknown meaning from his aunt.
"Huh, friends? Just stay friends for the rest of your lives!"
