Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

"About your coming to Hogwarts to assassinate Peter Pettigrew." Albert let go of the vines and put Sirius down.

"My name is Albert Klein, just call me Albert." Regardless of Sirius' shocked expression, Albert introduced himself first.

"How do you know this? This is not something a wizard of your age would know. I should be the only one who knows that Peter Pettigrew is still alive."

Sirius was puzzled, but he was secretly excited. Since the little wizard knew this, it meant that he was one step closer to revenge.

He looked slightly crazy, and his long life in Azkaban had caused him great trouble. He took a step forward and tried to hold Albert's shoulders with both hands.

It's a small step for distance, but a giant step for revenge.

But Albert didn't let him do what he wanted. He backed away slightly, not letting Sirius touch him. The smile on Sirius' face suddenly froze.

Xander looked at Sirius on the side, you are so dirty and crazy, you still want to catch Albert?

Three pairs of wings flapped, creating a strong wind, and a harsh cry came from its mouth, pretending to beat Sirius.

Xander cried: "Boy, are you scared? No matter what, now Albert and I are two against one, and I have the advantage!"

Albert rubbed the back of Sander's neck and grabbed his feathers to prevent him from coming forward. Where did this stupid bird learn these words?

First, exclude Albert Klein.

Comforting Xander also stabilizes Black. He is very fragile at this time. Although the chance is very small, it is still just in case. In such an excited state, don't be scared away by Xander.

"I didn't have to lie to you, Blake."

"You should know that Dumbledore hired Trelawney as the Divination professor at Hogwarts. I took this course as an elective. Trelawney said that I was very talented. I tried it privately a few days ago. I did a divination and saw some fragments.”

Albert opened his mouth and said that he had predicted it. In another sense, he was indeed a prophet.

"So I am an Animagus and I will turn into a black dog, and you predicted it?" Sirius asked. Of course he knew Trelawney, and it was her prediction that indirectly led to the death of James and Lily's death, so he has a bad sensual tone for Trelawney.

Albert nodded.

"Then from the clips you saw, did I succeed in my revenge?"

Sirius asked eagerly, looking at Albert eagerly. His breathing became heavy, his hands trembled, and he very much expected Albert to give a positive answer.

After pondering for a few seconds, Albert said: "It was successful, but not completely successful."

Sirius:"……"

"What do you mean?"

"The truth came out and you were exonerated, but Peter Pettigrew escaped."

"How come, can't it be changed?" Sirius clenched his fists. He not only wanted to clear his name, but even this was secondary. In his eyes, killing Peter was the most important thing. As long as he could protect Good Harry, what if he died?

"No, the established destiny will not be changed by personal will. It will only proceed in its own way and with its own results."

Albert shook his head. If Peter Pettigrew was left behind, how could Voldemort be resurrected, and the novel would not be written.

It is certain to let him go, but it is just a matter of using hands and feet.

"I still want to try if you can bring Harry and Peter out. I want to resolve all this in person."

Sirius placed his hope in Albert. He would not simply give up. He would work hard to keep that damn betrayer.

Since Albert can make predictions, then he may be able to "ask out" Pettigrew.

It was better than a big black dog forcing its way into the Gryffindor dormitory. It wouldn't be nice to scare Harry. Sirius wouldn't be willing to break into his alma mater as a robber if he didn't really have any other choice.

"Yes, but you have to find a suitable opportunity." Albert nodded in agreement.

It is not difficult to "date" Scabbers out alone, but it will take some time to call Ron and Harry out together.

As for why Ron must be brought along, it must be to let him see clearly the true face of his "treasure mouse".

I really look forward to seeing Ron's expression at that time...

"It's getting late, I should go back and rest."

Sirius transformed back into his Animagus form, and one person and one dog quickly walked out of the Forbidden Forest and arrived at the outskirts of the castle.

Immediately, several dementors flew nearby, surrounding a man and a dog. The tattered black robes could not cover the dementors' bodies, and the exposed skin seemed to have been soaked in water for a year and was rotten.

Under the wide hood, only a head with a deep mouth loomed.

There was something familiar about the dog... but it didn't matter, it certainly wasn't Sirius Black.

This person is also a bit familiar...Fly closer and take a look, then absorb the happiness and have a full meal...

The dementors really flew closer and could clearly feel Albert's breath. Before Albert could raise his wand, they immediately fled in all directions, like bereaved dogs.

Damn it, it’s actually this Sangmenxing.A dementor cursed in his heart, and fled quickly as the black mist rolled over him.

The scene of the death of nearly a hundred compatriots was vividly in his mind, the terrifying patron saint and the strange blue demonic fire, and the Dementor couldn't help but shudder.

Albert was now on the Dementors' blacklist. Whenever he saw him, he would run away immediately and not stay any longer. This was the consensus within the Dementors.

If the food is gone, you can find it again. If your life is gone, you are really finished.

Dementors are so annoying. It’s not like there haven’t been extremely powerful wizards in history. But it’s not unreasonable for this wizard to be annoying to all living things and still survive to this day.

For the sake of wealth and life, never let your heart be cold.

"Ah - it's really boring." Albert covered his mouth with his hand, slapped him, and looked at the backs of several Dementors fleeing in panic, "Goodbye, Sirius."

"Woof woof!" Sirius yelled, then realized something was wrong and shut up immediately.

Sirius maintained his large black dog form and paced towards the Shrieking Shack.

For him, the moon was extraordinarily bright tonight, which made the shadow in his heart dissipate a little.

Although the little wizard was shrouded in a layer of fog that prevented him from seeing clearly, he probably wasn't lying.

The day when the truth will be revealed is not far away...

Sirius looked at the bright moon above his head and really wanted to laugh wildly.