[HP] Harry and the Platypus go to Gringotts

There are three Quidditch matches at Hogwarts, with Slytherin playing Hufflepuff in the final match in May.The crowd cheered loudly and cheered their supporters in unison, and occasionally booed their opponents.It was clear that the other three houses wanted Slytherin to lose.

"I hope they don't hurt that black-haired Seeker too badly." Pansy seemed to have decided that the Slytherin team would win. "He's cute." The roommate's tone made Harry very sick. Only heard Pansy talk about Malfoy in that tone.

"And it's pure blood." Daphne emphasized.

Pansy sighed with mock gloom. "But his dad works in the Department of Regulation and Control of Fantastic Beasts, so that's nothing to discuss, is there?" The two girls looked at each other and giggled.

They are still a group of children.Harry thought, silly little girl.Maybe Caucasians' deep eye sockets, high nose bridges, and breasts that bulge out with menstruation make them look more like women...that's not true after all.They have never seen the world outside of school and home, so they have nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about except the struggle between the young boys and their stupid little group.For them, Harry both disdain and envy.

The Seeker that Pansy was talking about was also the prefect of the academy.When she was doing the rainy season transplant with Longbottom, the Hufflepuff prefect came to Greenhouse One and asked Longbottom if he could borrow his partner for a few words.Longbottom turned to look at her in bewilderment, so Harry put down his shovel, took off his gloves and followed the seniors out of the greenhouse.

He had come to return the scarf. "I think it should belong to you." On the boy's open palm was the yellow and black woolen scarf.

Harry didn't take it right away.The girls in Slytherin rarely talked about boys in other houses in a non-sarcastic way, except for the person in front of them, which made her quite curious about what he looked like.When she was in Hogsmeade, she only thought about not being discovered by others, and she never paid attention to his face, so this time she took a closer look at him.Cedric Diggory was tall and straight, and tall and strong for his age.His hair was black, and his gray eyes were clear and bright -- for a girl of thirteen or fourteen, Digory was indeed pretty.So what?Tom Riddle was handsome too, but he was a monster.

Under her gaze, Digory moved his fingers uncomfortably: "Did I guess wrong?"

"Thank you for bringing it back to me." Harry took his own scarf. "How did you know it was me?"

"I remember your eyes." After saying this, Digory blushed, "I mean, I have seen your performance in the school selection, and you fly very well." He hastily defended. "I'm the captain of the Hufflepuff team, so I also want to know what new players Flint and the others will recruit so that they can make a battle plan...you understand."

"Yes," she suppressed a smile, "I understand."

Digory was a little embarrassed. "Flint they shouldn't have said that to you and I'm sorry you didn't pick Chaser."

Harry couldn't help thinking of Riddle again.Riddle should be around his age, already vicious enough to release the basilisk to kill a female classmate and plant the crime on Hagrid, who was just a boy.Compared with the young Voldemort, Diggory seemed too clumsy, too meek, and too sincere.

"It's very sweet of you to say that," she said.

"Students in our house often divide into two teams to play Quidditch - it has nothing to do with training, it's just for entertainment, you don't need to be a member of the school team, any student in the house who likes Quidditch can participate." Diggory Say, "Come and join us next time, if you like, and the weather will be better in March. Anyway, think about it, and I'd be glad if you came, Harriet... I must go, I I made an appointment with my friends to go to the library to review the content of the OWLs exam, goodbye." He smiled at her and hurried away.

Harry was really moved by this proposal, but he hasn't given the other party an answer so far.Not anytime soon, she thought, looking at the scoreboard. Digory's friends were probably going to hate the Slytherins by now.

"Hufflepuff is losing." Pansy said as if she had won the match.This time even Harry had to admit that Pansy was right, the score was wide open, and the only way for the Hufflepuffs to win was to catch the Snitch right away - and, frankly, they flew as fast as they could. Not bad, and the cooperation among the members is also very tacit, but it's a pity that they ran into a rogue team that always wins in the arena.Except for the Seekers, all the Slytherin players are tall, well-equipped, and unscrupulous during the game; and Malfoy as a Seeker... Even if it is difficult for Harry to admit this, Malfoy Not without talent in the sport, he's not an easy opponent to beat.

She didn't have the heart to read any more, so she left her seat alone.Walking near the back door of the castle, he didn't expect that there was no one else in the stands besides himself. You know, even Professor Snape took it very seriously—Harry didn't think the dean was very keen on sports, but he always valued the honor of the college .

"Hey, Granger, Weasley. What are you doing?" She found the scene in front of her really interesting, "Like two normal people looking through the trash can?"

"Find her damn cat."

"I did this with you when Scabbers went missing, Ron, and I didn't complain then." Granger slammed on the lid of the trash can, and she was in a bad mood, "Crookshanks is gone soon." It's been a week, and I'm worried she's in some trouble. Please, Potter—go away. If you just want to see the show, this scene should satisfy you."

"Of course you won't complain, because your cat ate Scabbers!"

"Longbottom isn't with you?"

"Neville is watching the game with Ginny." Granger lifted up another metal box impatiently to check, "He is very enthusiastic and wants to help me find it together, but to be honest, I'm worried that he will lock himself up somewhere by then." I can't get out of the strange place..."

"You should look around the Forbidden Forest," said Harry.

Both turned to look at her. "Forbidden Forest?" Granger's eyes were full of suspicion.

"I've seen it there a few times." She shrugged. "Believe it or not."

"Then that means you often go to the Forbidden Forest?"

"God, are you really—do you even care about this at this time, Granger?" Harry took the lead in the direction of the forest, "Come with me, I know which bush it prefers."

"Wait! I don't believe it - Scabbers!" Granger picked up a mouse from among a pile of rubbish bags.

Weasley stared at his pet mouse dumbfounded. "Banban?! What are you doing there?"

"So one of you has found your pet," said Harry. "Wonderful, that's a good start."

"It's okay, Scabbers!" Weasley had to cover his jacket pocket as the mouse writhed and tried to escape all the way, "I'll keep an eye on it when I find Crookshanks, I won't let that thing hurt you."

"Don't call Crookshanks that." Granger looked like he was on the verge of tears, "Ron, Scabbers was lost before, you should know how I feel now."

"Okay, okay. It'll be all right," said Weasley. "Didn't it disappear for a few days last time too? It turned out to be all right, and caught a spider for dessert."

"There it is, your Crookshanks." Harry pointed forward.Granger breathed a sigh of relief and ran forward. "Crookshanks, come here! Come to me." But the big ginger cat just stayed put, meowing behind him.

"Stabber, don't move. What's the matter with you, you stupid mouse? Don't move - ouch, it bit me!" The mouse slipped from Weasley's fingers. "There are many obstacles!" The mouse's movements were frozen by Harry's spell, and she quickly squatted down to grab it, "Here, here you are, Weasley—"

"Careful!" Granger called.

Harry didn't see where the black dog was called out by Crookshanks, and her shoulder was stepped on and thrown far away.The big dog used too much force and rolled over her.It stopped short and turned back to Harry again, looking at her with those gray eyes and baring its fangs - Harry struggled to get up and was pushed aside by Weasley - the dog gave up Attacking Harry, it snapped at Weasley's outstretched arm and dragged him away effortlessly.

Granger looked at the disappearance of one person and one beast, and then at Harry who was still falling to the ground, not knowing what to do. "What happened? Where is it taking Ron?" She was so at a loss that she was about to cry, "What should we do?"

What just happened is ridiculous. "It took Weasley to the Whooping Willow." Harry stood up, gritted his teeth angrily, feeling the nerves in the roots of his teeth entangled with the nerves in his brain.The black dog never attacked itself, unless its target was... "Come on, let's go find him there."

"We have to find someone to help, we can't deal with it without help!"

"I know what I'm doing, and I need your help," Harry said commandingly, and it worked, and she actually followed her with the cat in her arms—the girl was terrified, she I couldn't make up my mind, and I lost even a little bit of my old self-confidence, so I listened to myself.Suddenly, a ridiculous sense of guilt arose in Harry's heart, and he wanted to pat her on the shoulder to comfort her, but he really couldn't take care of it at the moment.They ran quickly to the Whooping Willow, "It should be here, that knot." Harry muttered, trying to find her target among the branches of the Whomping Willow, "Granger, help me!" I'm looking for a knot in the trunk..."

"Help. God, don't—" Granger jumped up to avoid a sweeping branch.Crookshanks jumped from her arms, moving nimbly through the branches.The moment it put its front paws on a hollow in the trunk, the Whomping Willow froze.Crookshanks flicked his tail and slipped through an opening in the tree's roots.

"They must have gone in there," said Harry. "We're going down too."

"But Crookshanks, how does she know—" The girl scratched her arm painfully.Harry put his hand on Granger's wrist, this time pleadingly: "Come on, trust me this time, Granger. Just this one time."

Granger hesitated for a moment, then nodded vaguely.So the two of them slid down the earth slope inside the cave entrance together, and walked to the depths of the tunnel.Harry said "Lumos," and the light from the tip of his wand illuminated the narrow path ahead.

"Where does this tunnel lead to?" Granger grabbed Harry's sleeve, she was afraid.

Harry didn't answer.She led him through the darkness, her boots scraping softly against the ground.It was very cold in the tunnel, and after walking for a long time, a ray of light appeared ahead.As they gradually approached, the light also lit up. Although it was still faint, it was already incomparable compared to the pure darkness.

They found themselves in the interior of a house.Granger scanned the boarded-up windows and said in a low voice, "Potter, I think we're in the Shrieking Shack."

"Shh." Harry pressed his index finger to his lips, "There is a sound." She listened attentively, it was coming from upstairs.It was very faint at first, but as she moved closer to the stair that looked like it was about to cave in, the sound grew real and clearer, the whining of Crookshanks.Something had been dragged upstairs, leaving a trail on the dusty floor.Harry climbed the stairs to the landing and kicked open the only door that was ajar.Weasley was inside, on the floor, one of his legs broken.

"Ron, are you okay?" Granger rushed up.

"Where's the dog?" Harry asked him.

"Not a dog." Weasley gritted his teeth because of the pain, "It's a trap...he's the dog, he's an Animagus..."

Ron looked over Harry's shoulder.She turned quickly.With a snap, the man closed the door behind them.Black held Weasley's wand in his hand: "Disarm!"

"Armor protection!" Granger's wand flew into the air, and he caught it.Harry had been prepared for the day so he hadn't fallen for it, and she gripped her holly wand even tighter for any attack.

The man in the shadow was over six feet tall, taller than the Headmaster, about the same size as Dumbledore, and thinner than the old Headmaster.Black's tangled, dirty hair hung down to his elbows, and his skin pressed against the skeleton of his face, making him look like a skeleton.Even so, he was a menacing grown man, and she wasn't sure if she could successfully pin him down in a split second without hurting the other two.Harry pulled Granger behind him, facing Black directly.

"I thought you'd be eager to kill me, Harriet," said he. "That's very nice, it makes things so much easier..."

"I guess," said Harry, pulling Weasley's mouse out of his pocket, her fingers wrapped around the little animal's neck, "this is what you're looking for."

"Scabbets!" Weasley called eagerly.

Black's pale eyes seemed to glow in the dark. "Good girl, give me the mouse." He still pointed his wand at her.

"Why would I do this?" the mouse screamed as it struggled desperately in Harry's hands.It has lost a lot of hair on its body, leaving patches of bare skin that look like it hasn't been long.

"Because it's not a real mouse. It's a wizard, a murderer named Peter Pedillo—give it to me!" Blake yelled at her, with strange longing in his voice.

"Don't listen to him." Weasley shook his head desperately, looking bewildered.He held his injured leg with both hands, but the blood still gushed out from between his fingers and flowed down the leg, staining the red and gray sheets, and some of it flowed into his shoes.Weasley's face was pale and frightened. "This man is crazy, he's talking nonsense."

Harry ignored it. "Tell me, for whom did you become what you are. Voldemort, or my father?"

In the letters to his father, Hagrid, Dumbledore, some people he didn't know, and Professor Lupine were signed.But the name that came up most often was so familiar to her, the one that belonged to the criminal who was caught after blowing up a street, killing a dozen Muggles and a wizard, the one that Mr. Weasley made her swear she would never look for anyway. Voldemort's subordinate, the one who didn't know that she was sorted into Slytherin House, so he tore up the portrait of the fat woman on Halloween and tried to break into the Gryffindor common room-Siris Black.Anger, stronger than tears, stronger than sorrow, stronger than dejection, burned inside Harry then.Betrayed, her parents were killed by someone she trusted.No wonder Malfoy said she should seek revenge on Black.

Old newspapers in the library told her that the Potters had been hunted by Voldemort a year before they died, but they had survived three times and hid in Godric's Hollow.Although they died tragically under Voldemort's death curse, it was even more because of the traitor's informant.Black fell to Voldemort's side, and the man her parents trusted deeply told Voldemort where they were hiding... This was the most brutal wound on the Potters when they died.

There was a silence, so long that she almost thought that a war would start in the next second.But no, Black finally let go of the arm holding his wand. "...Jaime," said the man, his voice low and hoarse, "for Jaime."

"Did you kill him?" Harry heard himself ask. "Do you love him?"

He looked at her with strange eyes. "You checked me out, didn't you?"

"I know a little bit about you—about you Interceptors, about the night of the full moon and the Whomping Willow." My father also kept all the letters written to him by his friends during the holidays when he was a student.From those old letters, she more or less pieced together some of their student days: four good friends, every time the moon is full, they meet for an adventure... "I still have many questions that need your answers." Harry explain.

Blake let out a sigh. "If I said that the reports in the Daily Prophet are all wrong, would you listen to my explanation?"

That's a good question.Will she?Mr. Weasley said that Black escaped from prison to kill her to avenge his master, but Black had so many opportunities, when she thought he was just a dog, he could have bit her open one night by the Forbidden Forest Throat, everyone will see this as an accident caused by a student going to the Forbidden Forest without permission.Why didn't Blake do that?Why had he broken into the Gryffindor boys' dormitory earlier?If it never occurred to him to kill her, all he wanted in the first place was Weasley's rat... that would make sense.Is it true that this mouse is the dead Pedilu as he said?But even if this is the case, so what?

At least, it can be determined that something was wrong 12 years ago.She clings to the thought like a child clinging to a toy and unwilling to let go.If possible, Harry would have preferred that the betrayer hadn't been him—his letters to his father, those words, those concerns, those friendships... If they were all fake, it would be too cruel for the dead father.

"I can try to listen." She put away her wand to show her attitude.

"Potter, I don't know what Black is up to, but if you trust the wrong person, you could die!" Granger screamed, her voice echoing through the haunted house. - dead... dead... dead...

"He's lying to you." Weasley also reminded, "Black killed twelve Muggles, how do we know he's not lying now?"

"We have no way of knowing," said Harry, "we can only hope."

She decided to hear Blake's story.

The author has something to say:

Snape: This Potter is sneaky, I want to follow up quietly and catch her (and then be stunned by everyone in the original book)

Lupine: Honest man, watching the game.