HP When Harry is a Genius

"How...how did you stay sober in Azkaban? How did you escape from Azkaban?" Harry asked again after a long time.

"I don't know how I did it," Sirius said slowly. "I think the only reason I haven't lost my mind is because I know I'm innocent."

"It wasn't a pleasant thought, so the dementors didn't suck it out of my head...that way I could keep my head clear, and knowing who I was helped me preserve my magic."

"So, if my surroundings get too much for me...too much, I can transform in my cell...into a dog, and the dementors can't see."

He swallowed, and continued: "The dementors are aware of human emotions, so they feel how to get close to people... They can judge that my emotions are more... less human emotions, not so complicated , that's how I was when I was a dog."

"But, of course, they think I'm losing my mind, like everyone else out there, so they're not worried."

"But I was weak, very weak, and without a wand, I had no hope of driving them away from me... But, then, I saw Peter in a picture in the paper... I learned that he was at Hogwarts, with You are together..."

"If he ever gets wind that the Dark Forces are gathering strength. It would be a perfect time to start taking action from you..."

"I had to do something. I'm the only one who knows that Peter is still alive... It's like someone lit a fire in my head and the dementors can't put it out... It's not a pleasant feeling... ...it was an obsession...but the thought gave me strength and cleared my mind."

"So, one night they opened my door to deliver food, and I, as a dog, slipped past them...It's harder for them to feel animal emotions, because animal emotions are messy... ...I was very thin then, very thin...so thin that I could slip between the iron cabinet bars...as a dog, I swam back to the mainland..."

"So," Harry interrupted Black's memory, "you knew you were innocent, but you deliberately didn't make any excuses when you were captured, didn't you? Zkaban! Do you think this can redeem your sins? It can offset the self-loathing in your heart?"

There was a sneering smile on the corner of Snape's mouth, and he was casually playing with the wand in his hand, as if he was ready for another Cruciatus or Avada Kedavra at any time.

"It was me. I killed your parents. If it wasn't for my suggestion, Peter would not be the protector. James and Lily would not have died. I am guilty, and I deserve to enter Azkaban." Sirius said bitterly.

"Absurd! What is this called, self-touching atonement? Is this the upbringing of the ancient Black family, or is it just the recklessness of our Gryffindors? This is meaningless at all! This is the cowardly act of avoiding suicide when things happen What's the difference? You've tarnished Gryffindor's reputation for being brave and fearless! Even Peter Pettigrew's 12 years are worth more than you! At least he's lurking in humiliation. What about you? It's ridiculous! And You only want to offset your sense of guilt, and you only want to be redeemed. Have you ever thought about me? My parents are dead, and you are my guardian. If you don’t want to take responsibility, why did you answer in the first place? What about my godfather? Are you an abandoned baby? It's because of you, because of your ridiculous atonement, that you let me be thrown into the Muggle world, let me grow up in a closet, let me live like a house elf life! No parents, no friends, the only remaining Muggle relatives hate me very much. Let me face Voldemort and countless Death Eaters secretly staring at me alone. Let me live in fear since I was a child, and I can’t even sleep at night I dare not sleep soundly, for fear that I will be killed if I am not careful! I am constantly misunderstood and suspected by others! If it weren’t for my constant struggle and hard work, I don’t know what I would be like now I didn’t need to be so tired! It’s all about you, it’s you who evaded the responsibility of taking care of me, that made me so tired! So frightening! So afraid of betrayal!”

Harry screamed, veins sprouting faintly on his forehead, and the air pressure around him was so furious that everything in the room began to float.

Snape ignored it.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I'm sorry, I thought you were doing well, I'm sorry, I saw that you are very respected in the Muggle world, as well as in the wizarding world, you take good care of yourself, I, I, I..." Sirius was at a loss for words.

"Because I can take good care of myself, I don't need to take care of myself, do I? Do I have to live a miserable life to get your sympathy and care? Fight against the environment, never give up, and always stand firm Tell yourself, I want to live a good life. My parents bought this life with their lives, and no one can take it away! No one can stop me from living recklessly, healthily, and selfishly! However, this becomes your evasion of responsibility. Is it an excuse? Then you see that I am alive and well, and you have a reason to comfort yourself?" Harry asked sarcastically, and the floor of the room began to crack.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I, I, I haven't thought about it that much, please calm down, I'm sorry Harry." Sirius looked at Harry nervously, and he turned to Snape: "Snape, press him down quickly." Come down! If the magic riot lasts too long, something will happen!"

Snape waved his wand lazily, calming down the magic power of Harry's runaway: "My heart hurts? Then where have you been in the past ten years? The little Potter has learned everything about the seventh grade of Hogwarts." Practical courses, his potion level is no less than that of a pharmacist who has been in the industry for 15 years. Are you satisfied with the growth?"

Sirius looked at Harry in surprise, his lips twitching, not knowing what to say.Finally, he looked at Harry pleadingly: "Harry, please give me another chance."

Harry closed his eyes wearily, and Sirius kept looking at him nervously and pleadingly.

Finally, Harry opened his eyes: "Sev, I know you hate him, but he is my godfather, please let him go first, we need to interrogate another person."

Both Snape and Sirius looked at him in surprise.

Disgusted, Harry took out a comatose mouse from his pocket and threw it on the ground: "I saw from the Marauder's Map that Ron was sleeping soundly in the same bed with Peter Pettigrew? Merlin bless Ron!"

·

"Did you know? Harry wasn't there when I woke up this morning," said Ron and Hermione, as they walked to the Hogwarts Great Hall for breakfast.

"Ron Weasley, come with me." Professor McGonagall stopped him.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and they both saw worried eyes in each other's eyes. Hermione went to Professor McGonagall and said pleadingly, "Professor, is it related to Harry? Can I go together?" Professor Ge looked at Hermione, thought of the time-turner, felt a little guilty in his heart, and patted Hermione's head lovingly: "Of course. Don't worry, Potter is fine."

Ron and Hermione followed Professor McGonagall to Dumbledore's office, opened the door, and were immediately startled by the lineup inside.

Headmaster Dumbledore, still smiling kindly; Director Lucius, who seemed smug; Professor Lupine, who seemed puzzled; Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, who seemed very annoyed and disturbed; a bunch of reporters, all excited ; a large group of Ministry of Magic staff, showing no joy or anger; even Fudge, the Minister of Magic himself, seemed unhappy.And Harry sat at the very back, next to him was—

"Sirius Black!" Hermione pointed in surprise at the haggard man sitting in the back.

The man was bound to the chair with a binding spell, his expression was tired but joyful.He smiled kindly at Hermione: "I know you, you are Harry's good friend—Hermione Granger."

Lucius glanced at Hermione, and then said to Fudge in a long and gorgeous drawl: "Dear Minister, since Miss Granger is here too, I think it is necessary to call my son, since he is both A friend of Mr Potter, and nephew of the possibly wronged Mr Black, it was evidently very important to him to witness this event."

Fudge nodded indifferently.

"Oh, Lucius, I think I've sent Severus to inform him," said Dumbledore, smiling.

At this time, Draco and Snape also came to the office.

"So, Mr. Weasley, is this your pet?" Fudge asked Ron, picking up an unconscious mouse from the table.

Ron nodded, with a puzzled expression on his face. He didn't know why his pet Scabbers came to Dumbledore's office, and he was personally questioned by the Minister of Magic.

"Sirius Black sneaked into Hogwarts last night, caught your mouse, and claimed it was an Animagus." Fudge threw the mouse to the ground bitterly.Escaping from Azkaban, sneaking into Hogwarts where the dementors were stationed at the door, and now alerting the reporters that he wants to rehabilitate himself, Blake is not ordinary to embarrass him.Fudge took out his wand, pointed at the mouse on the ground and said, "It's true!"

Fudge's wand glowed blue and white.For a moment, Scabbers hung in midair, its little black body writhing wildly - Ron and Hermione yelled in surprise - and the mouse fell, onto the floor.Another blinding flash, and then—it was like a quick shot of a tree growing.A head appeared on the ground, and its limbs stretched out. After a while, a man was lying where Scabbers had been just now.

The man was short, not much taller than Harry and Hermione.His thin, light-colored hair was disheveled, with a large patch of baldness on the crown.His appearance is like that of an obese person who has lost a lot of weight in a short time.His skin appeared dirty, almost like a patchwork of fur, and his pointed nose and small, watery eyes had something of a mouse in it.He was still dozing off.

The reporters had already filmed the scene just now.

The Auror from the Ministry of Magic walked up, showed the potion labeled Veritaserum and Sobriety to the crowd and the camera, and then poured it into the man's mouth.

"Oh, Merlin, it's really Peter Pettigrew! Weasley, you keep the First Class Merlin as a pet!" Lucius shouted in surprise, and he looked at the man Scabbers turned into with concern, the man Already awake, "Mr. Pettigrew Peter, tell us, how did the Weasley family abuse you? How did Weasley treat you as a hero as a mouse for 12 years? Tell us, there are so many As for the reporter, I will defend you."

Mr. Weasley waved his arms angrily, all the remaining fiery red hair stood up, and his broad forehead shone brightly: "How could I raise a hero like a rat! Pettigrew Peter didn't die 12 years ago Yet?!"

At this time, veritaserum also began to play a role.

"I turned into a mouse myself. I want to find a magical family to live in, so that I can keep hearing about the new situation. If I find that the master has power again, I can return to him. Both pure-blooded and idle The unruly Weasleys are the best choice," said Peter.

The Weasleys clenched their fists angrily.

Lucius said triumphantly: "There are no rules for idleness. This evaluation is very good. He is indeed Mr. Peter, the recipient of the Merlin Medal."

"Who is your master?" Minister of Magic Fudge asked angrily.

Pettigrew Peter cringed and curled up: "Mysterious man, you know who he is, I can't say his name."

Many people in the room, including Fudge, shuddered.

"Why did you want to be a mouse for twelve years?" continued Fudge.

Pettigrew replied: "I don't know if the master's supporters know that the secret is me, they all think I'm dead, or I have to give them an explanation. The master went to the Potter's house according to my information... the master Missed there. Master's supporters don't all end up in Azkaban, there are many out there, biding their time, pretending they've realized their mistake...if they get wind of it. Knowing I'm alive, they'll kill I..."

Lucius tapped his cane uncomfortably.

"You're the Secret Keeper? Isn't it Black?" Fudge continued to ask.

"At the suggestion of Sirius Black, the Potters asked me to be their Secret Keeper for their Fidelity Charm. They thought it was the best plan... a clever trick... the Master would definitely be after Black, not me." Pettigrew answer.

"When did you start to recognize the mysterious man as your master?" Dumbledore asked.

"A long time ago, before that night, I have delivered information to the master for more than a year. I am the loyal servant of the master."

Ron blushed, wishing he could wrench the head off of the mysterious man's loyal servant!