I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Of course Louis knew what this map was. In fact, when he was in first grade, he considered getting this map so that he wouldn't get lost when he went to the Room of Requirement - until he met his own living map, Catherine.

Of course, Louis prefers Catherine to the Marauder's Map of Dead Things, at least Catherine can be used as more than just a map.

So when Harry showed off his new artifact, the Marauder's Map, like a treasure, Louis penetrated Harry's display mentality with just one sentence.

"Is it possible that you recognize the Moony Face, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs?"

Harry was suffocated. He looked at Louis in disbelief, then quickly smiled and shook his head in denial: "How is it possible? According to George and Fred, these four people should have been in Hogg a long time ago. How could I possibly interact with people who go to school in Watts? Besides, the code names of these four people don’t look like they are good people..."

Bringing up a filial son is truly filial.

"Is it possible that one of them is your father?" Louis suppressed a laugh and revealed the story mercilessly, trampling Harry's mental defense back and forth like a Maginot.

"My father?" Harry's voice raised an octave. He had just scolded these people for their improper code names... He looked at the map, then looked at Louis, and then looked down at the map. Obviously can't accept this reality.

It was... quite sudden.

"You should know that your father had several good friends when he was in school, including our Defense Against the Dark Arts substitute teacher, Professor Lupin, and the escaped convict, Sirius Black, who is hunting you down; Oh, and finally there is the unlucky guy who was killed by Black, the one named Peter Pettigrew..." Louis crossed his legs, and Krisstrasa had sharp eyes next to him. She immediately came over and knelt beside him, giving him a gentle kiss. He taps the leg.

"But..." Harry opened his mouth like a toad, but he didn't say anything for a long time. Now that his brain was on fire, he was in a pig-brain overload state. How could he reveal so many secrets when he came over to show off his map skills with his good friends?

After a long while, he finally ended the storm in his head, picked up the black tea that Asluo had quietly brought to him, and took a sip to try to calm his restless heart.

"This is unscientific..." he finally said.

Louis stretched out his finger, shook it, and said with a smile: "Harry, first of all, we are in the magical world. The magical world does not talk about science. You should say that this is not magic. Maybe the prefix should be added with Merlin's socks or something like that."

"..." Harry didn't know what to say.

He raised his head and drained the black tea from the cup, burped, and asked: "Then... who are these four people? I mean, their code names are like Padfoot and Moon Face..."

"First of all, the moon face is Professor Lupin - don't look at me with that look. Think back to Professor Lupin's face. Does that scar look like the moon?" Of course Louis would not say that he was a werewolf or something like that. Then the jumping prophet just vaguely made up a reason: "Well, Padfoot is basically Sirius Black who didn't run away. After all, if he wasn't Padfoot, he couldn't escape from Azkaban, right?"

"That's true." Harry smiled, but felt it was inappropriate and forced the smile back.

"Wormtail should be Peter. I once heard Professor McGonagall say that the poor guy was short in stature, so... Wormtail should be him. As for the prongs, by elimination method, 80% should be him. Your father." Louis tapped his fingers on the table, spoiling Harry.

Harry looked stunned. Regardless of whether he understood it or not, he felt that he should understand it anyway.

"This map is magical. Even people who don't belong to this school will be shown on the map." Louis said meaningfully.

Harry was stunned for a moment, then said ecstatically: "You mean, even if Sirius Black appears on the map, I can still find him through the map?"

Good guy, as long as he listened to what Mr. Weasley said, he didn't listen to nothing at all.

"My suggestion is, Harry." Louis shook his head: "I don't object to you looking for him, but I suggest you shake him before you fight."

"I know, Louis, I will definitely call you." Harry nodded and said decisively.

He turned to look at the map and saw "Cornelly Fudge" besides Dumbledore in the principal's office.

"It's true." He said to himself, a fire burning in his heart.

He wanted to catch Sirius Black with his own hands and avenge his parents.

The fighting spirit on Harry's face continued until Ron and the others returned from Hogsmeade. Seeing Harry's expression, the two looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Maybe the child has hyperthyroidism.

"Harry, Harry?" Ron finally felt uneasy and called Harry's name softly.

Harry was startled and came back from the joyful fantasy of catching Sirius. He belatedly asked: "What's wrong? Ron?"

"What are you thinking? Why do you have that expression on your face?" Ron asked a little fearfully. Harry's expression just now was a bit indescribably... vulgar.

Harry snorted and said quickly: "Nothing, nothing, I just remembered some happy things..."

"You're not in love, are you?" Hermione asked hesitantly, and Harry's expression was hard not to be reminiscent of a young boy falling in love.

This was even more ridiculous. Harry would rather be discovered by the two of them that he was planning to capture Sirius Black than admit that he was a teenager who fell in love. He jumped up like an electric shock and kept denying it, but the more he denied it, The look of suspicion on Hermione's face grew stronger.

How do you say that? The more you react, the more guilty you feel.

That night, Harry still slept in the Great Hall. A bored Harry lay in his sleeping bag and opened the Marauder's Map. The lights were not turned off anyway, and he was not worried about others taking away the map.

Ron didn't pay attention to Harry's actions. He and Hermione were falling in love, so he had no time to care about his good brother.

Anyway, it is obviously a movie about three people, and Harry is somewhat unworthy of having a name now, but this is what he is happy to see, after all, no one wants to be disturbed at this time.

Soon, he discovered something unusual on the fifth floor of the map, an unfamiliar name.

When he looked carefully, he was shocked. The name on it turned out to be the dead Peter Pettigrew!

Harry remembered what Louis once said. Peter Pettigrew was one of his father's best friends when he was in school. Harry quickly and quietly put the map in his arms, at an angle that Ron and Ron didn't notice. He sneaked out of the auditorium on the pretext of going to the toilet.

The little Peter on the map seemed to be walking towards him, moving very fast, from the fifth floor to the third and second floors. Harry ran with him. Finally, he came to a corner. The little Peter was still there. Moving still, Harry turned around, but saw nothing.

He checked again and again, only to see Peter Pettigrew slipping away from him like a bolt of smoke. He rubbed his eyes and checked again, but saw nothing.

But he soon realized something was wrong. In the direction from which Peter came, a black dot named Severus Snape was walking towards him.

Harry quickly folded the Marauder's Map, put it into the bag in the middle of his clothes, and quickly extinguished the light from the wand in his hand.

A few seconds after the corridor entered darkness, light appeared again, and at the same time, Snape's expressionless face appeared in front of Harry.

"Wandering around the corridors at night when you have nothing to do. Let me guess, you are suffering from nocturnal sickness again, aren't you, Mr. Potter." Snape's voice was as sinister and greasy as ever.

Harry knew that Snape didn't like him, and he didn't intend to deal with the professor nicely, so he said confidently: "I'm sleepwalking."

Snape's face suddenly dropped, as if he had seen some unparalleled rubbish, and he showed an extremely disgusted expression: "Why do you look so much like your father, Potter? He is just like you, so..." Being arrogant and wandering around the castle arrogantly..."

"My father is not arrogant! Neither am I!" Harry couldn't let Snape "slander" his father so much. He snarled and retorted, and then sneered at Snape: "If you don't mind, please tell me Wand down, I have to go back to sleep."

Snape's attention was quickly drawn to Harry's pocket. The map was propped up in his pocket, tilting the entire pocket at an angle that others could not see. Snape watched for a while, then tapped the pocket on Harry's stomach with his glowing wand: "What's that in your pocket?"

"Nothing, Professor." Harry tried to struggle.

Snape obviously didn't buy it. He raised a smile and stared at him for a long time: "Take that thing out of your pocket."

Harry reluctantly took out the Marauder's Map from his pocket and handed it to Snape. Snape looked up and down and found nothing wrong, so he asked, "What is this?"

"A very ordinary piece of parchment, Professor." Harry lied adeptly, his face neither red nor white, and his expression calm.

"Really?" Snape said with a smile, "Since it's useless, why not... let's throw him into the fireplace? How about that, Mr. Potter?"

"Don't!" The young man couldn't hide his thoughts after all. Harry couldn't hold it back and shouted out all of a sudden.

"I think there should be some secret hidden here? Let me check it out." Snape gave Harry a meaningful look, handed the Marauder's Map to Harry, and motioned for him to open it.

Harry did so and Snape touched his wand to the parchment.

"Reveal Your Secret!" Snape whispered.

Under the influence of his magic, thin ink lines like spider webs immediately began to appear from the place where the wand had just touched. These lines turned around each other, crossed each other, and extended to every corner of the parchment, and then on the parchment. Writing began to appear above the , clearly in bold font.

"Read it," Snape said with an unkind expression.

Harry lowered his head and began to read the map in his hands under the light provided by Snape: "Gentlemen: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, send your regards to Professor Snape, and at the same time..."

He couldn't read it anymore. The words written on it were not good. He felt that if he read it out, Snape would probably make him suffer from slugs for a day.

"Keep reading." Snape obviously didn't know what was going on and was still forcing Harry to continue reading.

Seeing that there was nothing he could do, Harry was the one who asked me to read it anyway. His heart skipped a beat and he continued to read: "At the same time, I beg him not to stretch his big nose and meddle in other people's business."

Snape was angry, and he scolded with a distorted face: "You daredevil little..."

"professor?"

A warm voice sounded from behind him, and Snape turned around suddenly to find that it was Lupin.

"Hey, Lupin, come out and take a walk in the moonlight, eh?" he said in a sinister tone.

Even though he knew that the other party was a werewolf, Snape was almost driving himself crazy and could only vent his anger in this way.

Lupine didn't answer him, and asked Harry with a gentle smile: "Harry, are you okay?"

Harry nodded, and Snape said quickly: "It depends on the situation..." As he said, he snatched the Marauder's Map from Harry's hand and handed it to Lupin, "I just confiscated it from Potter. A rather strange gadget, take a look, Lupin, it's probably your specialty, it's obviously full of dark magic."

Lupine saw the familiar map and couldn't help but suppress the corners of his mouth. He smiled and said: "I don't think this is possible, Severus. It seems that this is just a special piece of parchment. Obviously It will humiliate anyone who reads its contents, perhaps something from Jokowi’s joke shop.”

As he spoke, he raised his hand to dodge Professor Snape's move to take it away, stacked the items neatly and stuffed them into his coat pocket.

"But I really should check to see if it has any hidden magical properties. As you said, this is my specialty."

At this point, he looked at Harry: "Harry, please come with me, okay?"

Harry walked over as he was told. He turned to Snape again, smiled and said goodbye: "Good night, Professor."

…

Inside Lupine's office.

"I don't understand how this map fell into your hands. Frankly speaking, I'm shocked that you didn't turn it in!" Lupine's voice was extremely serious. He slapped the map on the table and said angrily. He reprimanded without arguing: "Have you ever thought about it! If this map falls into the hands of Sirius Black, he can find you through the map!"

Harry was stunned, he really didn't expect this. Fortunately, Harry was a child who was more able to listen to his own words, so he just remained silent.

"Your father doesn't like to follow the rules, but he and your mother sacrificed their lives to save you. You don't respect their sacrifices. You know that there is a murderer on the loose, but you wander around the castle unsuspectingly. You are Is this how you repay them?"

"I won't protect you now, Harry." Lupine pointed at Harry's chest with the map, seeming extremely angry and disappointed.