Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

"As far as I know, you left the prison on the day that Minister Fudge inspected Azkaban?" Amelia Bones continued.

The courtroom was stunned for a moment. They had never asked this question before, and now it was raised by Ms. Bones. They were all waiting for Black's answer.

Sirius and Albert looked at each other. They had discussed this issue in letters before.

Sirius lowered his head, pondered for a while, and said in a hoarse voice: "Back then, I proposed to James that Peter Pettigrew should be his protector. It was my proposal that killed James and Lily. I have been living in In guilt, when I was caught by the Auror, I did not defend myself. Because of guilt, I was willing to enter Azkaban to atone for my sin!

My heart is filled with despair, so I don’t have much happiness in my heart. The dementors are not interested in me. They are all surrounding the Death Eaters, trying to suck their souls..."

The fat on Fudge's face trembled, "Tell me the point, Black, how did you escape!"

He was unhappy with the disobedience of the dementors in Azka's class, and Fudge kept assuring everyone that the dementors obeyed the orders of the Ministry of Magic.

"When you came to Azkaban, you gave me a copy of the Daily Prophet, which contained news about the Weasley family's trip to Egypt. On that photo, I could see Peter Pettigrew turned into a mouse at a glance. I Realizing Peter wasn't dead, I wanted revenge..."

Fudge interrupted Black's statement, "Okay, I think things are clear enough. In this case, I declare that this Wizengamot meeting is over!"

He couldn't wait to end the meeting. He took away Black's Galleons before the trial. It would be bad if he continued to cross-examine. So now, even if there are still some doubts about the matter, Fudge banged the hammer in his hand and dismissed everyone.

Albert, Sirius and Dumbledore were together. Dumbledore congratulated Sirius: "Congratulations, Sirius, for finally clearing your name."

"Thanks, Albert." Sirius smiled.

Dumbledore reminded Albert that he had forgotten their agreement, and in a flash of fire, Fawkes, the phoenix, picked him up.

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Albert and Sirius left the Ministry of Magic building side by side. Sirius grabbed Albert's shoulders and took him to the streets of London.

Grimmauld Place.

Between numbers 11 and 13, a tattered door appeared out of nowhere, and then dirty walls and gloomy windows appeared. It looked as if an extra house had suddenly swelled, taking in the two houses on both sides. Everything was squeezed out of the way, No. 12 Grimmauld Place, which was the address of the Black family.

Sirius whispered: "Remember to keep it secret."

Albert nodded, and Sirius walked up the broken stone steps, staring at the newly conjured door with wide eyes.

The black paint on the door was peeling off, and it was covered with scratches left and right.The silver door knocker is in the shape of a coiled snake.There was no keyhole in the door and no mailbox.

Sirius pulled out his wand, which he bought new from Ollivander's Wand Shop. It was oak wand, twelve inches long, with phoenix tail feathers.

He knocked on the door.Albert heard many loud sounds of metal clashing, and a rattling sound like chains, as the door creaked open.

Crossing the threshold and walking into the almost dark foyer, Albert smelled a damp, dusty smell, and a sweet smell of decay.

The place felt like an abandoned, empty house, deathly silent.

He heard a rustling sound, and then a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall lit up, casting a flickering, unreal light that illuminated the peeling wallpaper and polished stains in the long, gloomy entrance hall. line carpet.

A spiderweb-shaped chandelier overhead shimmered, and portraits blackened by age hung crookedly on the walls.

Albert heard something scurrying past behind the skirting board, where the chandelier and the candelabra on a rickety table nearby were shaped into the shape of a giant snake.

A look of nostalgia flashed through Sirius's eyes, he glanced at the ceiling and sneered: "Still as old-fashioned as before."

I saw a line of words written very conspicuously on the ceiling, "The most ancient and noble Blake is always pure."

The living room that was supposed to be grand is now filled with dust, the wooden door is covered with moss, and foxes are jumping around from time to time.

There were footsteps on the stairs not far away, and a house elf walked downstairs. When he saw Sirius and Albert, he was stunned for a second, and then cursed:

"The abominable Sirius has the nerve to come back and bring a filthy Mudblood with him. The poor old master will definitely be sad if he finds out about this."

"Shut up, Kreacher. Your mouth stinks even more than before. You should really brush your teeth!" Sirius's face immediately turned gloomy and he said viciously, ordering Kreacher to cook. It was almost evening and he was hungry.

He turned to Albert and said, "Don't worry about this guy, he's always been like this, let me take you to the Black family's library."

The library was on the underground floor, and even during the day, it was still pitch black, so Albert and Sirius had to light up fluorescent lights.

Using a cyclone to clean up a large amount of dust, Sirius took Albert into a dank room. There were seven or eight bookshelves filled with books. The Black family had a very rich collection of books.

"This is my library, um... I remember..." Sirius waved his wand, and the lights on the ceiling of the room lit up, and a line of words was glowing.

"The most ancient and noble Blake is ever pure"

Sirius curled his lips and said, "It's better to behave as usual and just make do with it. The house is too messy. I'll go clean it up."

Albert agreed. Sirius' place was indeed a bit messy. He had said before that he wanted to take Harry to live here with him, but with the current situation, Sirius himself was probably embarrassed.

The library is very quiet and the air is cold, but the magic books are all enchanted, so there is no need to worry too much about the books rotting and being damaged.

Albert walked back and forth between the bookshelves and was amazed. As expected of the Black family, which is famous for black magic, the collection of books about black magic is staggering.

A book caught his attention. It was yellowish and greenish-grey. The material was like human skin. There were some greenish spots on it, but it didn't look like mold.

Albert pulled the book out of the bookshelf. There were several large words written in red paint on the cover:

Cutting-edge black magic revealed.

The red paint looked like human blood, or, under Albert's gaze, the red font twisted and deformed, turning into a strange man's face, with a hoarse voice and a snake's cry:

"Hiss-hiss"

Albert took a breath, his scalp numb, he took three steps back, and the book floated in mid-air.

Seeing this, Albert quickly pulled out his wand, and the tip of the wand flashed with dazzling lightning.