From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

"Who came to see me again," Black lowered his head and said hoarsely, "Lucius? Or Narcissa? How many times have I told you that the Black family's property will not be left to you."

Calvin looked at the haggard-looking man in front of him and couldn't believe it. Is this the same handsome and elegant man who behaved freely and uninhibitedly and led him to sneak attacks on Slytherin students?

"Sirius, please wake up. It's me, Calvin Cape, and I'm here to see you." Calvin waved his hand and tidied him up a little so that he didn't look so sloppy.

"Calvin Cape? Kaka?" Sirius finally raised his head and looked at Calvin, which allowed Calvin to finally see him clearly.

His eyes were dull and lifeless, his face was sunken and sallow, full of wrinkles, he was thin and haggard, and he was surrounded by long and unkempt black hair.

"Calvin, aren't you in France? Why are you here in Azkaban?" Black's voice regained a little life.

"If I don't come, are you going to squat in Azkaban for the rest of your life?" Calvin took out a few potato and kidney pies and a bottle of juice from his sleeves, and put them on the table in front of Blake.

"I don't have much time, only half an hour. You talk while eating. What happened that year? Did you betray Lily and James? Did you turn to Voldemort? Did Peter and the twelve Muggles Did you kill him?"

Blake looked at the sumptuous meal in front of him without making any move or answering Calvin's question. After a moment of silence, he picked up a piece of pie and chewed it slowly, while saying absently:

"Does it make sense for you to dwell on this now? James is dead, and so is Peter. I stay here just to atone for my sins."

After hearing Black's lifeless answer, Calvin narrowed his eyes and said, "Meaning? Black, I'll tell you what your meaning is. Do you remember your godson? Harry Potter."

Hearing Harry Potter's name, Blake paused, then continued eating, "I feel relieved that he has you taking care of him."

"Sirius," Calvin snatched the pie from Black's mouth, "I don't have the energy to take care of an 11-year-old boy. His personality is very similar to James. I can't get along with him. You know James and I The relationship between Mu and Mu is not good."

"What's more, you are the godfather of that child. He is currently living with his aunt. I heard Lily say that you have met Petunia. You should know their family's attitude towards magic and their attitude towards Harry!"

"Now, tell me everything that happened that year. As long as you didn't do it, I can rescue you."

Blake snatched the piece of pie, kneaded it repeatedly in his hands, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Harry, how is he?"

Calvin spread his hands and said, "Not very good. I can only say that he is very similar to James. He also likes to take risks, but recently he has been a little too big, and he is very close to being caught by Voldemort."

"The mysterious man is still alive? How is this possible!" Blake swallowed the crumpled pie in one gulp.

"Voldemort is a great wizard on the same level as Dumbledore. He is not that easy to die. Now that Harry has left his aunt's family, Voldemort has more opportunities to get close to him."

"Damn You-Know-Who," Blake wiped his oily hands on his body casually and let out a long breath, "Actually, I was not the James family's secret keeper back then."

"You are not the secret keeper." Calvin felt a little relieved. He knew that Sirius would not betray James. "Then who is the secret keeper? Who leaked the information?"

"Peter Pedro!" Black said viciously, "James wanted me to be the secret keeper back then, but my relationship with him was so close that many people could guess it. Remus's identity is special. You know that, so James made Peter the secret keeper."

"So, the information about the Potter family was leaked by Peter?" Calvin began to recall the short wizard who had been following Black and Potter.

"Yes," Black said, "At that time, only Potter and I knew that he was the Secret Keeper, not even Remus. So as soon as something happened to James, I went straight to him."

"And you killed him?" Calvin stared into Blake's eyes.

"No, I didn't," Black denied. "He committed suicide, taking twelve innocent Muggles with him and leaving only a little finger. I even heard that the Ministry of Magic awarded him a Merlin Order of Merlin, First Class. Medals, well, the whole Ministry of Magic is rotten.”

"So that's it," Calvin nodded. Since Sirius didn't leak the secret or kill anyone, the next thing wouldn't be too difficult. "Then later, why did you plead guilty? Why didn't you go find Dumbledore?"

"It's meaningless. James is dead and Peter committed suicide. I can't even help James get revenge. Even if Dumbledore believes me and uses his reputation to vouch for me, he still can't clear me of the crime of leaking secrets and murdering people. How about... Azkaban atoned for Jaime."

"Kaka, forget it, you can't reverse the verdict at all. Can you help me take care of Harry?" Blake lowered his head and took a bite of the pie in frustration.

Calvin shook his head, "Sirius, even if there is only one chance in ten thousand, I will save you. Now let's talk about what happened in the trial back then. If we can't find any specific evidence, let's look at the procedures. Loopholes.”

"The trial back then," Black hesitated, "I only remember that the process was very fast. From the time I was arrested to the time I was sent to Azkaban, it took no more than five days."

"So fast?"

"Yes. Oh, by the way, the presiding judge is Barty Crouch."

"Barty Crouch?" Calvin repeated the name, thinking of the serious, meticulous, middle-aged wizard he saw in the minister's office that day, but with a strange behavior.

"Yes, he was the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the time and had a very tough attitude towards Death Eaters," Black said.

"This guy is very interesting." Calvin rubbed his chin and thought.

Blake was confused, "What's so interesting?"

"Barty Crouch," Calvin said, "coincidentally, I was investigating him recently."

Calvin wanted to say something else, but a guard outside shouted: "Mr. Capet, the time is almost up."

Calvin had no choice but to leave some more food on the table, and finally said, "Sirius, I'm clear about your situation. You can see Harry this summer at the latest."

Blake sighed, "Calvin, don't force yourself. If I want to get out, I can always get out."

Calvin looked back at Black: "Sirius, I hope you can walk out of Azkaban with integrity and as a hero."

Walking out of Azkaban, looking at the storm that kept spawning violent winds in the distance, Calvin secretly sighed: Barty Crouch, I don’t know how big a storm is hidden behind you.