Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 369 He is a good man, I promise.

The next day, early in the morning.

A figure crossed the morning sun and left Hogwarts.

Many people who got up early noticed the figure flashing across the sky like a meteor.

On the deck of Durmstrang's ship, Karkaroff stretched and looked at the black shadow in the sky.

"Harry Potter?" Flint said beside him, "He showed his flying ability in the competition before, didn't he?

I could only think it was him.”

"Perhaps." Karkaroff nodded. "He's leaving the school? I can't believe Dumbledore allowed that."

"Perhaps he's on leave, Professor," said Flint.

Karkaroff squinted his eyes and watched Harry Potter fly out of the range of Hogwarts and Apparate away.

"Maybe he asked for leave to go out," he whispered, "I don't know where his destination is."

Godric's Hollow.

The snow is still falling.

In the cemetery, dry leaves were buried by snow, and a wisp of weeds of unknown species had apparently chosen to use up all its strength at an inappropriate time.

It blooms a small purple flower in the cold winter.

The footsteps slowly stepped over the snow pile and came next to it.

Then the man squatted down and gently brushed the snow away.

The flower had been exposed to the cold all night, and it would naturally break if it was touched lightly.

"call"

Harry let out a long breath, stepped over the broken flowers, and walked deeper into the cemetery.

The snow has already covered half of the tombstone.

He squatted down again, without using any magic, but quietly threw the snow away bit by bit with his hands.

Gradually cleaning the graves of James and Lily Potter.

Then he sat on the ground.

"Dad, Mom." He said, exhaling cold white breath and pulling his collar closer.

"What should I do?" he asked in a low voice.

"Snape, I don't know." He spread his hands: "I absolutely believe that Dumbledore let him stay in this school. He has his reasons and his own [trust].

I have to admit that although Snape doesn't like me, he is undoubtedly good to me.

But like Uncle Muen said, he did something.

It’s hard to forgive.”

The wind from Godric's Hollow blew over, blowing the snow piled on the dry branches down and gradually covering his body.

It wasn't until noon that he stood up.

Then he walked out of the cemetery.

Three figures suddenly appeared.

Appeared around him.

“Luckily, we found it.”

“It’s here indeed!!”

Harry looked up in surprise and glanced at the three people surrounding him.

All three of them were wrapped in black robes, exuding a familiar aura.

"How did you get my news?" Harry frowned.

"Harry Potter." Someone spoke.

"I didn't expect you to dare walk out of the school by yourself."

"The Dark Lord wants to see you. Please come with us on your own initiative." another person continued.

Harry clicked his tongue, then asked, "Are you sure you're all Death Eaters?"

"What do you think?" The man finally laughed: "It seems that you are not so willing to accept the facts."

"This..." Harry let out a long breath: "Okay, okay, then do any of you have children, or brothers, studying at Hogwarts?"

This question came out of nowhere, and in the eyes of the three, it seemed stupid, revealing a kind of silliness that could not be blown away by even a strong wind.

Harry looked at their scattered aura and those young voices and almost got the answer.

He seemed to find it somewhat amusing, and shook his head, saying, "Voldemort is apparently more disunited than I thought, and can only temporarily coax some twenty-something social scraps to work for him."

“What a ridiculous thing to say!!”

Harry shook his head: "I'm confirming it one last time now, while you are still conscious and clear-headed - you three are all Death Eaters.

They are all Death Eaters who joined voluntarily.

And everyone knows what this identity means.

They all knew that they were working for Voldemort.

No one was deceived, threatened with their family, or controlled by the Imperius Curse, right?"

"What else?" The person who spoke first laughed.

"Yes, what do you want to do?" someone said.

"Nothing." Harry shook his head. "I just, what should I say, you're unlucky, and I'm in a - bad mood."

"Do you want to kill——"

As he was talking, the man felt the scene in front of his eyes begin to shake.

Then he saw, a body?

A headless body?

“I don’t know how you got my information, but I don’t have the heart to ask you.

And I don't know Legilimency, and Voldemort certainly won't let you know too much, just giving orders to you fools."

Looking at the three figures gradually falling to the ground, he slowly dispersed the three thin threads condensed by the Mage's Hand.

Then teleport away.

Grimmauld Place, London.

I don’t know if it’s because I was in such a bad mood or if the other person was a Death Eater.

In short, Harry has not had any adverse reactions so far.

He began to doubt himself.

He really doesn't want to be a born executioner or a cold-blooded person.

Just like Uncle Mu En said, people still need to have more humanity.

Just as he was daydreaming, the door of number twelve Grimmauld Place opened.

A man poked his head out cautiously, and then showed a look of surprise.

"Harry!!" Sirius looked at the newcomer in surprise: "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"I've asked for leave." Harry and Sirius hugged each other deeply. "I've asked for leave to visit their graves."

"Oh." Sirius was stunned for a moment, then patted Harry on the shoulder: "I'm ashamed to say that. Anyway, you should have called me."

Harry smiled and was taken to number twelve Grimmauld Place by Sirius.

"It's really nice that you thought of me," Sirius said, as he put his arm around his shoulders. "Have you had lunch?"

"Not yet." Harry smiled.

"Just right, just right." Sirius also laughed: "Kreacher! Is lunch ready?!"

"Master, still preparing." Kreacher's dry voice appeared.

"Harry is here, prepare an extra portion," said Sirius, "and don't try to trick me with last night's leftovers."

Then, he smiled at Harry and whispered, "Although this guy is a little nicer to me now, he always grumbles that I am a freeloader. He always fools me with leftovers and ignores the piles of Galleons in Gringotts."

At the same time, Kreacher heard Harry's name and popped his head out of the kitchen.

"Oh my God, is it Mr. Harry Potter, a student of the great Mr. Moon, who has arrived?!"

"That sounds a bit confusing." Harry nodded to Kreacher awkwardly.

"Oh, it's really Mr. Potter!" Kreacher screamed excitedly: "Please wait a moment, I need to prepare some new meals."

Then he quickly went into the kitchen.

Sirius sat at the table in the living room without caring.

"Merry Christmas," said Sirius. "Want to go to Diagon Alley later?"

"Oh," Harry waved his hand, "I came here today mainly because I have a few questions I want to know."

The excitement in Sirius' eyes faded for a moment, and then he realized that he really shouldn't treat Harry as a child.

After a bitter smile, he leaned back in his chair and said, "Okay, if you ask, I will tell you everything I know."

Harry nodded, then tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "I want to ask, what is the relationship between Snape and the Hanged Man?"

"Oh, you don't call me professor anymore? I like that."

Harry opened his mouth, then shook his head, ignoring Sirius's teasing.

"But speaking of hanging upside down, well, I have to think about it." He thought.

Harry just waited.

There was a moment of silence in the living room, and after a moment, Sirius suddenly slammed the table.

“I remember it, well, it’s not easy to find it from this memory.

It's mostly from a prank spell, I don't know if it's still popular in schools these days - the fuchsia, you know?"

Harry nodded understandingly.

This spell is indeed not popular nowadays, and few people use it, but he does know that it has appeared in both the books he read and the Half-Blood Prince's potion book.

He also knew its counter-spell, the Falling Golden Bell.

"That was probably in the fifth year." Sirius began to recount: "Well, it was after the OWLs exam.

After the exam, we went to the playground to play and happened to meet Snape.

Then I spoke first, as if I was the one provoking him. After all, Peter was a coward, while Lupin was more peaceful.

Yes, I call him Snotlout.

Then we started fighting.

For what I can no longer remember.

But your father gave him a hanging bell at that time.

Haha, please don’t tell anyone after I tell you.

It was a hot summer day and Snape didn't even wear any underwear. When he was hung upside down, his robe fell down and covered his head.

A pair of underwear was exposed, a pair of yellow and black, dirty underwear.

He's never been very clean, isn't he? You know that, just look at his hair!"

Harry raised an eyebrow, then nodded.

He didn't think it was funny.

"Are there still a lot of people watching?" he asked.

"Oh yes, because we just finished the exam and everyone needs to get some fresh air." Sirius said, he restrained his smile and touched the corner of his mouth awkwardly.

"I see." Harry nodded: "This is indeed too much. To be honest, if..."

"If what?" Sirius asked puzzledly.

"Forget it, it's nothing." Harry smiled, and Kreacher brought out the food.

Sirius thought about what Harry had done during the game.

Harry hurriedly finished his food, asked one last question, and left.

The last thing he asked was where he was hung.

In the evening, in Hogwarts.

Harry reached the third floor.

"Excuse me, is Headmaster Dumbledore here?" he asked.

"Yes, password."

"I don't have the password." Harry shook his head: "But can I ask for permission? I think Professor Dumbledore must know that I will come. I want to come."

"Without the password, the door won't open." The stone beast shook his head: "Every day many people want to see him, but he doesn't have the time. If he wants to see someone, he will give the corresponding password early."

Harry looked at the stone beast in silence.

"You really can't help me ask--"

As he spoke, the stone beast in front of him suddenly changed its expression for a moment.

"Okay, you can come in," it said, and then slowly opened the door.

Harry walked in.

The stairs slowly rotated and took him to the eighth floor.

Soon, we arrived at the principal's office.

Walking past the curtain, Professor Dumbledore was already sitting opposite the desk.

He pointed to the sofa, "Harry, I knew you would come, but I never thought it would be so soon."

"I've calmed down." Harry said, sitting on the sofa: "Professor, you should know why I'm here."

Dumbledore crossed his fingers and looked at the boy in front of him who was so calm and flawless. He felt inexplicably powerless.

fourth grade.

This is an age when a child gradually grows and transforms.

But it was more than just a teenage transformation.

For some geniuses - such as himself; such as Riddle who began to show ambition in the fourth and fifth grades; or Gellert who began to study the evil black magic and would be expelled from Durmstrang in two years;

At this age, they have already completed their school work, summarized their worldview, and perfected their personal thought patterns. They then begin to be independent and make a name for themselves on the path of their own choice.

Obviously, the same is true for Harry Potter now.

He is doing what he wants to do and what he has to do.

No one can stop it.

To be precise—the only person who could possibly stop him had no intention of intervening.

Even more so, because of what Mu En had said to him, and because of the promise he had made to Mu En.

So he must stand up now!

"Yes, I know why you are here, Harry." Dumbledore put on a relaxed smile again: "Have a glass of honey water."

As he spoke, he poured two glasses of water.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry nodded and took the cup, but did not drink it.

"Your parents' affairs, and Severus' affairs. I'm sorry, but in order to respect privacy, I can only say that Severus is not a bad person."

"Sirius said he loved my mother and he loved Lily." Harry said, "Is that true?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Well, I can't say any more, Potter. If you want to know more, perhaps only Severus can give you the answer."

"You trust him?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Who?"

"Snape," said Harry. "Do you trust him, or do you use him, or... does it not really matter to you if he dies?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then laughed briskly.

"Hey, Harry. You're only fifteen, don't say stupid things like that, and you know in your heart you can't kill him, and you shouldn't do it."

Harry was silent for a moment.

Dumbledore's smile faded.

"Okay." He nodded helplessly: "You really don't look like a student - but I can tell you for sure that I trust Snape.

He is a good man, I am absolutely sure of that, Harry!!"

Harry nodded and drank the honey water in one gulp.

"That's enough," he said, and then turned away. "Thank you, Professor."

Dumbledore watched his figure gradually disappear and couldn't help but speak.

"Potter!" he whispered. "Don't let hatred cloud your mind."

"I'm calm, Professor," came Harry's voice.