Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

"I...have a godfather?"

Harry even forgot about the Firebolt in his hand, and just stared at the note in his hand: "Moreover, he also encountered some terrible things, which made him unable to show his face for thirteen years. He didn’t even dare to tell me his name. But I never knew..."

"By the way, Harry, do you remember?"

Ron also pondered for a while and then suddenly said: "The prophecy that I am willing to interpret for you, the one about the black dog?"

"correct!"

After Ron's reminder, Harry's eyes lit up: "Family affection, love, compensation... are completely consistent with the current situation! His interpretation is correct!"

"If this is the case, then your godfather, whom you have never met, must be related to the 'black dog'! Maybe the black dog that scared you during the summer vacation was the one he sent to see you!"

Ron reasoned excitedly: "But how did that person connect with the black dog... I don't remember that the pure-blood family's family crest has the element of black dog in it. Maybe he raised a black dog? Or is there someone similar to you who can talk to dogs in a 'dog voice'?"

Harry rolled his eyes amused by this nonsense: "You might as well guess that he will turn into a black dog at any time!"

"There's no use in guessing like this. I'm going to find Dumbledore right now. He must know everything!"

"You're confused, Harry."

Ron reminded: "Dumbledore left school a few days ago, and you have to wait until school starts to see him. The same goes for Professor McGonagall."

"Oh yes……"

Harry rubbed his temples in distress: "Professor Lupin...no, he hasn't been at school for the whole Christmas vacation. He told me about it. He has a good relationship with my parents and must know about me. Who is that godfather..."

"So think about something else first."

Ron comforted: "It's so uncomfortable to have this kind of thought hanging in your mind. You have to find something to do to distract your attention. Do you want to play a game of wizard chess? Or Gobstone? Yes. Why don't you go sit with Hagrid and chat for a while - wait."

"We seem to have forgotten something..."

He slowly twisted his neck and glanced at Harry's side with a cautious and expectant look: "Firebolt."

"You got a Firebolt!!"

"I got a Firebolt!!"

They both shouted and jumped up at the same time.

"With this, you can directly dominate the entire Hogwarts Quidditch field!" Ron laughed loudly and shouted: "Malfoy! Wait until he sees you riding this! He will be like a plague pig. Withered! This is an international top broomstick! It even dominated next year's World Cup!"

"It's like a dream..."

Harry murmured, stroking the Firebolt with one hand, while Ron collapsed on Harry's bed, laughing at the imagined embarrassment of Malfoy...

"What are you two laughing at?"

Hermione suddenly appeared from the doorway in her pajamas, holding Crookshanks in her arms. The cat had a circle of gold foil hanging around its neck. And she also saw the exquisite broom lying on the bed for the first time, and she was immediately shocked and stunned. She didn't even notice that Crookshanks fell to the ground: "Oh, Harry! This is Who gave it to you?"

"Merlin's beard."

Ron covered his forehead: "We just forgot about this problem."

Therefore, Harry had no choice but to pick up the annoying question again, told Hermione everything in detail, and also asked him to look at the card and note.

"Um……"

After reading every word carefully, Hermione sat on the edge of Ron's bed, holding her chin and thinking.

"Family affection, love, compensation...it is indeed worthy of a godfather who has been missing for a long time. Black Dog..."

"Stop guessing."

Ron tried to interrupt her train of thought: "When Dumbledore and the others come back, they will naturally know the truth. The most important thing we should do now is to let Harry quickly ride on the Firebolt and surround Hogwarts. Fly a hundred circles..."

"Wait a minute, Ron."

Hermione continued to frown and think for a while before raising her head. There was an inexplicable shock in her eyes, as if she was frightened by what she had just thought: "Harry, do you remember that it's about to happen?" Those inexplicable things Ron’s father said to you when school started?”

"Let me think about it...it seems to say, let me promise not to go to Sirius Black?"

Harry tilted his head: "I know I still don't understand why Mr. Weasley said these things to me, but this is my godfather... wait, don't you mean..."

He and Ron turned their heads at extremely fast speeds at the same time, staring at Hermione in shock.

"It's possible."

Hermione was silent for a while and then said softly: "Calculating his age, Sirius is indeed about the same age as Harry's parents, and him being locked up in prison can also explain why he has never come to contact Harry. As a member of the Black family Man, he must be very rich and can afford a Firebolt... and the most important thing is that not long after he escaped from prison, you received a letter from a godfather you had never met, and Mr. Weasley's words were also obvious. It means that you and Blake do have some kind of relationship, and this relationship may lead you to take the initiative to find him!"

"He must be afraid. As soon as you, who grew up living in a relative's house with a bad attitude, heard that you had a relative, a godfather, you would take the initiative to look for him - and he is a heinous criminal!"

Hermione swore to deduce the whole story and showed the note: "And do you think the handwriting on it looks like the handwriting of someone who hasn't touched a pen for a long time? This is another level of proof. !”

"what are you thinking about."

Ron shook his head: "Don't forget, Sirius Black is the most vicious Death Eater, a loyal servant of Voldemort, and his parents are mortal enemies! How can such a person become Harry's godfather? I guess he is now I wish I could kill Harry!"

"Maybe there are things inside that we don't know about..."

Seeing Ron and Hermione bickering again as usual, Harry suddenly felt inexplicably relieved.

…

"One hundred and seventy-five Galleons and nine West... just add zero and you'll be given one hundred and seventy-five Galleons."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Imprey!"

In front of a very grand villa, Crewe Imprey, who was controlled remotely by Avada, was counting money while admiring the male owner of the house spinning his body vigorously. He found that there was nothing he could do in any case. After the phantom disembodied, he walked towards him quite happily.

"You are the youngest space magic expert I have ever met. Your future will be limitless... This is my business card. Please accept it. You are welcome to cooperate with our family at any time!"

"Thank you for your favor. We will see you again in the future..."

After putting a bag full of gold Galleons into his pocket, Avada walked half a mile outside before disapparating and returned to the Leaky Cauldron bar room.

'This is already the second one...try a few more times. If you still can't get any valid information, just go directly to Mr. Taylor to investigate..."