The Son of Light of the Snake House

Harry was sitting on pins and needles, suffering like an ant on a hot pan.

Then he spoke with difficulty: "Uh... sorry to disturb your appointment..."

Draco shot him a hard look, and Harry immediately swallowed the rest of the sentence: "...Yes."

Pan Xi, who was next to her, came to her senses at this moment, and replied with a smile, "We're not dating."

Hermione's expression obviously wanted to gossip, but because of the college's problems, she finally gave up, and her eyes were still shining.

Draco looked like he wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, he heard Ms. Rosmerta's voice from outside.

"...This is your drink—what brought you here? Minister." Rosmerta said, passing by where several people were, but not paying attention to them.

"Thank you, Rosmerta, dear," said Fudge's voice.For some reason, Harry felt a little annoyed when he heard it.

The moment Draco heard Fudge's voice, he reacted, "Apparatus." He raised the flowerpot next to the table and moved it in front of them, just blocking them.

Fudge's stout lower body squirmed in the chair, as if checking to see if anyone was eavesdropping.Then he said quietly: "What else but Sirius Black, my dear, I bet you've heard what happened at school on Halloween?"

"I heard the rumours," Ms Rosmerta admitted.

"Do you think Blake is still around here, Minister?" Ms. Rosmerta asked in a low voice.

Fudge seems to have answered with a definite answer.

"Did you know that the dementors have raided my tavern twice?" said Madam Rosmerta, with a little sharpness in her voice. "It scares my customers away, it's bad for business, Minister."

Draco silently pushed the untouched butterbeer on the table to Harry and the others, and immediately got a grateful look from Harry.

"You know, I still can't quite believe it," said Miss Rosmerta thoughtfully, "of all the people who have fallen into the ranks of villains, Sirius Black is the last one I expected to do, I still remember when he was a boy at Hogwarts, and if you had told me what he would have become at that time, I would never have believed it."

"You don't know half the truth, Rosmerta," said Fudge grimly. "Very few people know the worst thing he did."

"You said you remembered him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta," murmured Professor McGonagall, "do you remember who his best friend was?"

"Of course, they're inseparable, aren't they?" said Ms. Rosmerta, with a little smile, and the ears of the children in the little box immediately pricked up.

"Sirius Black and James Potter!"

The beer glass in Harry's hand fell down, and Draco caught it in the panic eyes of the three people opposite him. Ron kicked Harry lightly in fright.

Draco gave him another warning look: "It's the same as what I said last time." Don't look frightened.

"Exactly," said Professor McGonagall. "Black and Potter. The heads of their little gang. Both are very clever, of course, to be honest, very clever, but I don't think we've ever met." Such a pair of people who can cause trouble!"

"Maybe Fred and George can compete for the title." Hagrid chuckled.

"Of course they were inseparable," said Fudge. "Potter trusted Black more than he trusted any of his friends. They left school like that. When James and Lily married, Black was best man. And then they called Black Harry's godfather. Of course Harry didn't know that. You can imagine how much it tortured him knowing that."

Harry thought silently: It's a pity I already knew.

There was a rumbling echo in his head, he could hardly think, and could only barely hear some key information.

The Secret Keeper, the Fidelity Curse, death, sacrifice, trust...and betrayal.

All of this made Harry breathless. He couldn't believe it, and he couldn't imagine that it was his father's best friend in school days who repented at the critical moment and took him and his mother together. Pushed into the abyss of death - he was even his own godfather.

Sirius Black was an iron murderer, a traitor, a...

Harry thought of the male protagonist in the TV series he watched with Daniel, he was a scumbag with anti-social personality, so similar to this Blake!

"But what do you think he's going to do when he escapes?" Ms. Rosmerta asked.

"I dare say seeking out his old master again is his ultimate plan," said Fudge vaguely, "but we hoped to catch Black long before that. I must say that if You-Know-Who is alone, and Without friends, it's a situation, but to give him back his most loyal servant, I shudder to think how quickly he'll make a comeback..."

There was very little sound of glass meeting wood.Someone put the glass on the table.The edge of the cloak came into view, and the shiny heels of Lady Rosmerta's shoes disappeared behind the bar.The door of the Three Broomsticks opened again, a gust of snowflakes rolled in, and the teachers left.

"...Harry?" Ron and Hermione looked at him worriedly, but he couldn't say a word.

Harry didn't know exactly how he got back to Honeydukes' cellar and how he tunneled into the castle again.All he knew was that the return trip didn't seem to take much time, and that he hardly noticed what he was doing because his mind was so preoccupied with what he had just heard.

He bumped into a person in a daze, and successfully turned into a rolling gourd. The moment he almost fell down the stairs, he was tightly grabbed by the arm by that person.

The heat was continuously transmitted to Harry along that hand. Harry looked up blankly, and in front of him was his friend with silver hair and golden eyes.

Daniel looked at him with a smile: "What's the matter, so careless?"

For some reason, Harry suddenly felt his nose sore, and tears welled up along with the confusion and hatred in his heart.

The author has something to say:

harry: wow daniel they all bully me

Daniel: Okay, I'll clean you up for them.

Harry:?

Draco: They say what I said is the truth, but you just don't believe me!