Gryffindor common room.
Harry suffered from insomnia and he was finally able to go to Hogsmeade yesterday.
Different from the good mood when he went there, he heard a bolt of news.
His parents were betrayed.
The betrayed person was Sirius Black.
What made him unbelievable the most was that Sirius Black had another identity.
godfather.
This unfamiliar yet familiar title made Harry feel dazed.
Sirius Black is his godfather.
He was his father's best friend and his most trusted brother.
But he betrayed, betrayed his comrades, betrayed his good friends, betrayed... his own parents.
At that moment, Harry knew, he knew for sure, that he couldn't stay calm.
It was like drinking poison, the cold and surging hatred intertwined in the body.
He was angry that it was that person who made him lose his parents.
He resented that his father had trusted that person so much, but was betrayed.
He feared that the man had escaped from Azkaban to remove the last obstacle to Voldemort.
He was sad, how sad it would be if the walls built by his parents were broken by someone he trusted.
Anger, resentment, fear, sadness...all kinds of emotions blend together, like boiling water sprinkled with seasonings and mud, gurgling and steaming, forming a pungent and unpleasant smell...
Hatred!
He saw Sirius Black laughing at him in the dark, as if someone had pressed a picture from an album before his eyes.
It was like watching a movie again, when he saw how Sirius Black brutally killed his father's other good friend, Peter Pettigrew.
A voice echoed in my ears, full of flattery and excitement: "Success, Master, Mr. and Mrs. Potter asked me to be their secret keeper!"
The screams were accompanied by high-pitched laughter, as if they were being approached by a Dementor.
The father's resistance, the mother's pleading.
Green light flew into his eyes, making the two people he loved most disappear.
revenge!
These two words appeared in my mind without warning and so reasonable.
The flame of revenge began to burn from his toes, until one night passed, Harry's hair was screaming for revenge.
A man of the same age as himself appeared in his mind, strong and elegant.
If it were John, he would do the same thing.
Although he is not as strong as John, he is brave and not afraid of death!
It was dawn, and Harry didn't know if he had slept.
His eyes were full of haze, and the aura emanating from his whole person made people afraid to approach him.
He walked out of the dormitory and sat on the soft sofa.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other.
"Harry, you, you look ugly." Hermione didn't know what to say.
From the time she met Harry until now, she had never seen Harry like this.
At the same time, she also knew that her enemy was the godfather, which was a terrible thing.
Hearing the call of his friends, Harry woke up a little and asked, "Where have all the people gone?"
"Let's go, today is the first day of vacation, do you remember?" Ron looked at Harry carefully and said, "It's almost lunch time, I was going to wake you up."
The drizzle on an overcast day turned into snowflakes.
"Stop and let's duel, you yellow-bellied bastards!"
The flames in the fireplace brought warmth to people. Crookshanks saw someone going out and followed him out with steps.
"Harry, listen to me."
Hermione knew her eldest son too well, and this expression clearly meant revenge.
She exchanged looks with Ron and said, "What we heard yesterday must have made you very sad, but the important thing is that you can't do anything stupid."
The worry on her face was clear, and Harry raised his head and asked, "Like what?"
What else, to find Sirius Black of course!
"For example, go find Black." Ron said to the point, as if he had a tacit understanding after rehearsing.
Harry's state was too worrying, but he didn't say anything.
Hermione asked worriedly: "You can't, can you, Harry?"
Ron followed up and said, "It's not worth dying for Black."
Not to mention whether he can defeat Sirius Black, but if he kills people, he will not be able to escape and will be imprisoned in Azkaban.
Harry understood all this, but when he saw the person who killed his parents walking free outside, his heart was crawling up one after another, biting fiercely with his jagged mouth.
"Do you know what I see and hear every time a dementor gets too close to me?"
The young man's energetic voice was deeper and deeper, and he said hoarsely: "I heard my mother screaming and pleading to Voldemort. If you hear your mother scream like that before she was killed, you will not forget it. .”
"There's nothing you can do!" Hermione said in panic.
"I know!"
Harry said angrily: "But you want me to do nothing!"
The voice suddenly became quiet, and Harry watched Hermione open her mouth, and finally said with dark eyes: "I'm sorry, Hermione, I... I just thought about that person."
"Then what do you want to do after you find him?" Ron swallowed hard, appearing very nervous, with a slight tremor in his voice, "Do you want to... kill Black or something?"
Harry didn't speak, but Hermione became anxious first, "Don't say stupid things. Harry doesn't want to kill anyone, does he?"
She just hoped that Harry would be sensible, but unfortunately Harry couldn't.
No matter how much Hermione tried to persuade him, he remained silent.
In order to lighten the atmosphere, Ron proposed to go to Hagna. Today was Christmas, and he must really hope that someone would go there.
Hermione gave him a sharp look, as if she was looking at a fool who couldn't help him.
It's so dangerous outside, what if his son bah... Harry is caught by Black.
In the end, Harry agreed without hesitation, and at the same time hoped that Harry would be in a better mood. The two of them could only accompany him there helplessly and worriedly.
...
The snow turned from small to heavy, and white snow quickly accumulated on the grass, like fine powder.
John was in Hagrid's hut, looking at the investigation letter that was sent, and fell into deep thought.
"Why does Buckbeak's head feel so hanging?" He just remembered that this scene seemed to be in the movie, and he said it with emotion.
Hagrid heard, as if he had seen Buckbeak beheaded, an earth-shattering cry blasting in John's ears.
John covered his ears and glanced at Hagrid enviously.
This physique, this strength, this voice.
It is simply the perfect warrior template.
The abdominal muscles that he had worked hard to build were vulnerable to the raw power of his natural talent.
"Okay Hagrid, isn't there still time?"
He tried to stand on tiptoes so that he could pat Hagrid on the shoulder, but ended up being patted on the belly.
As John comforted Hagrid, there was a knock on the door outside.
He paused and was about to open the door when he saw Hagrid walking over.
Open the door and three furry heads appear.
As soon as John saw the three people, his expression suddenly changed, and he said in horror: "Hagrid, please keep me here!"
He was really afraid that Hagrid would accidentally kill three people in a hug.
Fortunately, he shouted in time, and Hagrid didn't use so much force, but it still caused the three people to scream.
After closing the door, Hagrid threw himself on the table and cried uncontrollably.
John was originally planning to drink some black tea to calm down his shock, but this time, the table almost collapsed and the teacup jumped up.
"John, Hagrid is..." Harry didn't know why Hagrid was so sad.
Obviously it was not like this yesterday at Three Broomsticks.
John pointed to the letter on the table, and Harry picked it up suspiciously.
"We accept Professor Dumbledore's assurance that you are not responsible in this regrettable incident."
Harry wondered: "Isn't this a good thing?"
John gestured for him to look down, and he became even more puzzled when he saw the Ministry of Magic's treatment of Buckbeak.
Isn't it just going to the Dangerous Animals Committee for a hearing? There's nothing to cry about.
Hagrid choked up and said, "You don't know those guys from the Dangerous Animals Committee. They only deal with interesting animals."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a noise from the corner of the wooden house.
Everyone looked and saw Buckbeak chewing bloody food loudly. The blood on the ground was in sharp contrast to what Hagrid said.
John was speechless. Perhaps in Hagrid's eyes, anything that didn't kill him was considered interesting.
The three little ones also had the same expression. Hermione gave Hagrid advice and wanted to defend Buckbeak.
The same is true for Harry. He was originally thinking about revenge, but after Hagrid howled at his throat, he turned into how to help.
Ron and Hermione had expected Harry to blame Hagrid for not telling him the truth about Black, but Harry couldn't bear to do that.
In a way, Hagrid looked after Harry like a father, how could he say that.
Hagrid felt that there was no point in defending, as he seemed to have seen the 'lovable' Buckbeak head split apart.
Sadness and fear lingered in the big man.
John tried to put the rock cake into his mouth. He felt like he was eating tasteless rocks, which made him frown.
"What did Dumbledore say, Hagrid?"
After hearing John's words, Hagrid finally stopped crying and sobbed: "He has done too much for me, and he has many things in his hands. Dementors, Aurors, and Sirius..."
After saying that, Hagrid felt sad again and howled: "My poor Buckbeak——"
"Well, maybe there's another way."
As soon as John finished speaking, everyone looked at him.
Just when he was about to smile confidently, he suddenly remembered something.
There was something wrong with my right hand, but it wasn't a big deal.
But the embarrassing thing is that Johnny Silverhand writes with his right hand.
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