The Son of Light of the Snake House

Harry lowered his head, he didn't dare look up again - it was almost aboveboard surveillance.

Sure enough, within a second, Professor Snape's thunderous voice appeared in his ears, as if teleported.

"Potter! What are you doing?"

"Wipe up any armadillo I've spilled, Professor," said Harry with mock innocence, straightening up and showing Snape the wet rag in his hand.

Karkaroff turned around and strode out of the classroom.He looked worried and annoyed.Harry didn't want to be alone with the furious Snape either, so he quickly threw the books and ingredients into his schoolbag and walked out quickly. He wanted to tell Ron and Hermione what he had just seen.

As for Daniel... don't tell him for now, right?

...............

When they left the castle at noon the next day, they saw a silvery, feeble sun shining on the grounds.The weather was the warmest it had been all year, and when they reached Hogsmeade all three took off their cloaks and threw them over their shoulders.

They brought a lot of food from the house-elves, and some drink, and they had a little pact.

When they finished walking around and finally arrived at the tavern, Harry took Hermione and Ron to the deepest part, walking around the huge landscape tree, in the enclosed cubicle Here, a wizard is sitting there.

The wizard's hair was half long, slightly curly, hanging in front of his eyes, slightly covering his handsome face.He seemed a bit bored, he was playing with a small button in his hand, and the button fluttered around his slender fingertips like a pure white butterfly.

"Hello, Sirius," said Harry as they walked past.

Sirius then looked up, smiled, stood up and opened his arms to Harry. He seemed to be doing well, his sunken cheeks were puffed up, but he looked more handsome.

"Won't you have a hug with your dear godfather?" He raised an eyebrow.

Harry smiled too, hugging him tightly.

"You seem to be having a good time recently." Harry said first after taking his seat, he was a little eager to know more about Sirius now.

"It's okay—as long as there are no dementors, life is a good life." Sirius winked at him: "Recently I'm busy redecorating Black's mansion, and I even went to the Muggle shop to buy some furniture."

Harry couldn't help showing a smile. For some reason, he suddenly had the feeling that "my son finally got rid of the shadow left by his ex-girlfriend and started a new life".

Sirius reached for the butterbeer on the table - he'd ordered it when he first arrived - nodded to the three of them, took a sip and turned stern again.

"Your last letter...at least, we can say that things are getting more and more suspicious." He nodded with his chin at the seat next to him, where there was a stack of "Daily Prophet".

Ron picked up the paper, opened it, looked at it, nudged Harry again, and handed him the Daily Prophet.There were two copies of the newspaper, one with the headline: BARTY CRAOCH OVER Sickly Ill; the other: The Ministry of Magic Witch Still Missing - Now the Minister himself is involved.

Harry glanced quickly at the report on Crouch.A few words caught his eye: he hasn't been seen since November...the home appears to be uninhabited...St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries declined to comment...the Ministry of Magic refused to confirm rumours that he was terminally ill...

"From their tone, it sounds like he's dying." Harry said slowly, "Since he's so sick, does that mean he wasn't the one who broke in?" Harry immediately thought of Daniel's guess.

"My brother was Crouch's personal assistant," Ron told Sirius. "He said Crouch was sick from work."

"But let me tell you, the last time I got a close look at him, he did look sick," Harry said slowly, still scanning the article, "that's when my name came out of the Goblet of Fire. The night of..."

"That's what he's getting for firing Winky, isn't it?" said Hermione, a little bit sharply. "I dare say he now regrets that he should have done it - these people feel that life is not as good as it used to be without house-elves around to look after them."

"Hermione's obsessed with house-elves," Ron whispered to Sirius, rolling his eyes at Hermione.

But Sirius seemed interested. "Crouch fired his house-elf?"

"Yeah, at the Quidditch World Cup," said Harry, and he went on to describe how the Dark Mark had appeared, how Winky had Harry's wand in his hand, and how he had been spotted, Crowe. How Mr. Qi lost his temper.Finally, I talked about their little reasoning in the grass.

"When the Dark Mark was conjured up and the elf was found holding Harry's wand, what did Crouch do?" Sirius asked first, not having any opinion on their reasoning.

"He looked in the bushes," said Harry, "but there was no one there."

"Of course," Sirius muttered softly, "of course he wanted to blame it on someone other than his own elf...and then he fired her?"

"Yes," said Hermione, in a very angry tone, "he fired her for not staying in the tent and being trampled upon—"

"Hermione, would you please stop holding on to the elf!" said Ron.

Sirius shook his head and said: "She knows Crouch's nature better than you, Ron. If you want to understand a person's personality, pay attention to how he treats his subordinates, not just how he treats his subordinates." Treat those who are his equal."

He was thinking hard about something.

"Barty Crouch didn't show up so many times... at the Quidditch World Cup, he went to the trouble of getting his house-elf to take a seat for him and not going there himself... it doesn't suit Crowe Strange character. If he's ever taken a day off because of illness before, I keep the dementor at home."

"What, you know Crouch?" said Harry.

Sirius' expression darkened.He was suddenly scary, like he had been the night Harry had first met him, when Harry believed Sirius was a murderer.

"Oh, of course I know Crouch," he said softly. "He's the one who ordered me to be sent to Azkaban—without trial."

"What?" said Ron and Hermione at the same time.

"You're kidding!" said Harry.

"No, it's not a joke." Sirius said, reached out and grabbed the chicken leg on the table, and took a big bite, which made him look wild - just like his Animagus. "Crouch used to be the Director of the Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic, don't you know?"

The author has something to say:

Finally, I don’t have to stay up all night... It’s not human’s job to stay up late to study. I would rather play games, watch videos and read novels until four in the morning than memorize questions from 12 o’clock to 1 o’clock.