I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

After all, Harry was a newborn calf. In his eyes, Black, who killed thirteen people with one magic, was no different from Voldemort.

Maybe it's because I'm not even afraid of Voldemort, so I'm afraid of you, Black, who's a bastard of Voldemort's subordinates?

After tossing and turning until midnight, Harry finally knocked on Louis' door.

Looking at Louis with red eyes in front of him, Harry seemed to understand a law.

When you want to stab someone, you can't hide your eyes no matter what.

Hearing Harry's stupid questions, Louis wished he could turn him into a mouse and let him play with Scabbers.

"You can even kill the crystallized old man under the curse, but you are still afraid of Sirius Black, a cricket?" Louis looked at Harry as if he was looking at a retarded person.

"Oh...oh!" Harry nodded in understanding.

In the end, he turned around and returned to his house under Louis' murderous eyes.

The next morning, Tom woke Harry up as usual with his toothless smile and a cup of tea. After a simple breakfast, the group arrived at King's Cross Station.

After putting their luggage away, the children got out of the car and said goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley kissed each of her children goodbye, then Hermione and Catherine. Finally, it was Harry and Louis' turn and they gave Harry a special hug. Take advantage.

It could be seen that although Harry was a little embarrassed, he was still happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Be careful, Harry." She warned earnestly as she straightened up, her eyes particularly bright. Then she opened her huge handbag and handed it to Louis: "I made sandwiches for each of you. You can share them among each other after you get in the car."

"Okay, Aunt Molly." Louis took the sandwich.

Mr. Weasley came over at this time and called Harry aside.

"Harry, you must be scared to death," he whispered.

"No," Harry said sincerely. "Really." He added, because Mr. Weasley didn't seem to believe it.

"I'm not a person who likes to show off, Mr. Weasley." Harry was silent for a moment and then continued: "But, Sirius Black is not more capable than Voldemort - isn't he?"

Mr. Weasley visibly flinched at the sound of Voldemort's name.

After overcoming this emotion, he patted Harry on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Harry, I know you are, well, stronger than Fudge imagined, even stronger than Fudge himself..."

Fudge: Don't cue, I'm strong.

"I'm glad you're not afraid, but..."

"Arthur! What are you doing? It's time to go!" Mrs. Weasley urged.

"He's coming, Molly!" Mr. Weasley called over his shoulder. Then he turned his head and said urgently: "Listen, Harry, I want you to promise -"

"Promise me to be obedient and stay in the castle?" Harry's expression was a little unhappy and rebellious.

"Not exactly." Mr. Weasley calmed down for a while, then put on a serious expression: "Harry, you must promise not to take the initiative to find Black..."

Harry's rebellious spirit suddenly came back, but before he could say anything, Mrs. Weasley hurried over, glared at Mr. Weasley, and pushed Harry into the car.

For some reason, there was no one in this carriage. There were only a few of them and a stranger wearing an extremely shabby robe. He was slumped on the seat and fast asleep. The shabby robe with several patches on it covered his body. His face cannot be seen clearly, but the exposed hair is mixed with a lot of white hair, which makes him look rather sad at first glance.

"Who is he?" Ron asked in a low voice. They sat down, closed the door, and positioned themselves as far away from the car window as possible.

"Professor R.J. Lupin," Hermione whispered.

"How do you know?" Ron asked in surprise, how could his girlfriend know everything?

"If you had better eyesight, you might see his name happen to be written on his suitcase." Catherine replied, pointing to the luggage rack above the man's head, where there was a small, shabby suitcase tied with many shabby ropes. It was open, neatly knotted, and the words "R. J. Lupin" were stamped on one corner, the letters peeling off.

Speaking of this abbreviation, the rules in Britain and the United States are completely different. The British prefer to abbreviate the first and middle names together, such as J.K. Rowling and R.J. Lupin; Abbreviated middle names, such as Dwight D. Eisenhower, Harry S. Truman.

"I wonder what he will teach everyone." Ron said to himself, frowning at Professor Lupin's slender profile.

Although Ron has never heard of Lupin's story, Professor Lupine's vicissitudes of life are full of stories.

Louis said casually: "Do you even need to ask? It must be the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. You don't expect Professor Snape to teach for other school years, right? Does he still have the Potions class?"

"Besides..." Louis said in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid that students from other years will be driven crazy by Snape?"

"But they didn't look crazy even in Potions class..." Ron said ignorantly.

Louis had a pattern on his face: "You are really a pattern, Tucson. The last class was already torture enough. I have two classes with Professor Snape every week. Think about it, can you bear it?" "

Ron raised his head, trying hard to imagine the scene described by Louis, and shuddered involuntarily.

It's terrible. In comparison, Louis is really the savior of his Hogwarts classmates.

"I heard that Professor Lupine is very good, and I happened to hear from my mother that Professor Lupine has a very good relationship with your father." Catherine looked down at Lupine and said to Harry.

"My father...?" Harry asked hesitantly. He could see the tuft of hair on Professor Lupine's head, and he must be quite old from the looks of it.

He said frankly: "They don't look like they are the same age."

"Just ask him when he wakes up." Ron shrugged, and then remembered what happened before getting in the car, so he asked curiously: "By the way, Harry, my father just stopped you because he wanted to What to do?"

Harry told everyone about the Weasleys' argument and the warning that Mr. Weasley had just given him. After finishing speaking, Ron seemed to be struck by lightning, while Hermione covered her mouth with her hands, and finally she put it down. Hand came and said: "Sirius Black escaped to hunt you? Oh God, Harry, you must be more careful... Be very careful, Harry, don't ask for trouble."

"When did I ask for trouble!" Harry immediately became angry. He looked at Hermione with an annoyed face and asked, "When did I ask for trouble? You see me as someone who likes to ask for trouble. ?"

"It's not like that." Louis caught the question.

"Yes." Catherine added firmly.

Harry looked at the two couples and was too angry to say anything. If Louis is okay, the key point is that Catherine may really not like him. If she really makes her angry, I am afraid that even if Louis stops him, he will still have to enjoy the golden clock today.

"But..." Ron trembled, not even bothering to chew the gummy, "How stupid would Harry be to find a madman who wants to kill him?"

They took the news much more seriously than Harry himself expected, and both Hermione and Ron seemed more afraid of Black.

"It's hard to tell." Louis muttered to Catherine again.

Ron burst out laughing, then quickly suppressed it. He put on a serious face and whispered: "But having said that, I have never heard of anyone being able to escape from a high-security prison like Azkaban." He escaped from prison, my God, and he is also a top felon. Shouldn't prisoners like him be strictly guarded?"

"There is no absolutely strict prison in the world, Ron." Louis said with a smile: "Just like Scrabb Prison, which is known as the toughest prison in our country, it can't prevent others from escaping, right?"

But what Lewis didn't say was that Scrub Prison has always been known as the most stringent prison, but in reality only God knows what it is like.

There is an old saying in Europe: What is paradise? Heaven is the British policeman, the German worker and the French cook.

What is hell? Hell is the British cook, the German policeman and the French worker.

As for why? You know everything, even if you don’t know a few others, you should know what makes a British cook.

"Even if he escapes from prison, he will be arrested soon. The Ministry of Magic has issued such a big wanted order, and even the Muggle news has published it..." Hermione frowned and said, "When I was watching TV in France , have all heard about this matter, think about it, it is still news in the Muggle world... They must have something to do."

"The solution has nothing to do with us." Ron spread his hands and raised his ears: "Have you heard any strange sounds?"

"What's the sound?" Harry asked blankly. He was just thinking about the fact that he was going to fight and didn't notice any strange sounds.

Louis heard it. He pointed to the box on the luggage rack and said, "Here, your box."

Ron stood up and went to reach the suitcase on the luggage rack. After a while, he took out a pocket looking glass from the suitcase. It rotated rapidly in Ron's palm and was brilliant.

"They say cheap goods are not good, I have seen it first." Ron complained: "When I tied it to Errol's leg, it looked like this. It was crazy and didn't stop for a moment. The seller told me that as long as it When there are untrustworthy people around you, it will always be like this... Well, look at our room, who is untrustworthy?"

Several people looked at each other, and Catherine turned her head and looked at Louis with burning eyes.

Then, following Catherine's gaze, everyone turned their attention to Louis.

"Hey, what are you looking at me for?" Lewis asked anxiously: "Am I so like a mole?"

There is a traitor among us!

"That makes sense." Hermione narrowed her eyes and laughed: "I knew it must be you. Hmm, how many times did you trick us in the Mirror World? I still remember being attacked by Mimic Monsters. How you feel when you swallow it in one gulp!”

It's a bit vindictive.

"How is it possible? Louis was just joking." Ron quickly denied: "When the seller told me about distrust, it shouldn't be a joke, right?"

In fact, his tone was somewhat uncertain, and he was just making up a few words with the intention of helping Louis out.

"I'm so sad. Even if you don't understand me, even Cathy misunderstood me." Louis deliberately pretended to look miserable, looked up to the sky and sighed: "That's it, that's it..."

"Silly..." Catherine smiled softly and stretched out her hand to rub Louis' soft hair.

Ron thought the speculum was too noisy, so they discussed it. Harry took out the thick socks Mr. Dursley gave him and stuffed the speculum into it, which stopped the buzzing. loud sound.

When Harry mentioned thick socks, he thought of Uncle Vernon, and then thought of the signature form: "When we get back to school, let's go to Hogsmeade. Uncle Vernon is finally willing to sign on that signature form." I signed..."

Ron immediately said: "Then we have to have some fun. Hogsmeade is the only magical village in the UK without Muggles. You know, I really want to go to Honeydukes' candy shop, ah... Merlin's sock……"

Ron looked longingly and before he could finish his emotion, he was interrupted by Hermione who looked unhappy.

"Ron! I don't think Harry should leave the school and leave Dumbledore's protection while Black is on the loose-"

Ron looked fearless: "But if he is with us, Black wouldn't dare-"

"Stop talking nonsense, Ron!" Hermione was angry: "Black has killed so many people in crowded streets. Do you really think that just a few of us can stop this perverted murderer?"

"Isn't there Louis?" Ron looked nonchalant.

But when he looked at Louis expectantly, he saw Louis smiling shyly.

"I'm sorry, I plan to live alone with Kaixi."

Ron choked, pouted, and said reluctantly: "Well, I think that looking glass really didn't lie to me. Louis is indeed untrustworthy!"

"You found it a little late, Ron." Louis held Catherine's slender waist and smiled nonchalantly.

The Hogwarts Express headed north steadily, leaving the season with you, and the scenery outside the window became more and more wild. The dark clouds above the head are getting thicker and thicker. Under the dark clouds, the sky is getting darker and darker, and it seems that a storm is brewing.

Outside their carriage, there were people walking back and forth, making it very noisy. Harry's carriage was a bit crowded. It was okay to chat, but not suitable for resting, so Louis and Catherine returned to their own carriage, planning to take a nap to pass the time.