The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

Mr. Potter is Gryffindor's Seeker, Professor Flitwick said sharply. Very talented.

Of course, Sirius said absently, his eyes still fixed on the Quidditch pitch.

Hagrid seemed to see them, waved to them from a distance, and strode over, holding a telescope stained with water in his hand.

What's the matter? Hagrid rumbled. Are you looking for me, Professor McGonagall?

Anthony swore Hagrid's eyes glanced guiltily around the room, but Professor McGonagall didn't seem to notice.

Hagrid, do you still remember-

Ouch! Hagrid shouted, staring at Sirius. Sirius Black?

Long time no see, Hagrid, Sirius replied.

You're not crazy! Hagrid said happily, Haha, I knew it! His dark eyes lit up, and he looked like he really wanted to pat Sirius on the shoulder. But under the look in Professor McGonagall's eyes, Hagrid withdrew his big hand and scratched the back of his head.

The results of the Wizengamot retrial have come out, Professor Boubaji told him, acquitted.

Great! said Hagrid. That's great! Ever since Harry told me about Ron's mouse - yes, Harry! He slapped his head. I'll send Harry over right now! Ha! profit!

He left in a hurry, not even noticing Lupin standing next to him. Lupine didn't seem to mind, and just watched with nostalgia as Professor McGonagall directed Sirius to stand under the eaves with slight annoyance (School Hospital, Sirius!).

Is there anything that needs to be kept secret for Mr. Black? Anthony asked Lupin in a low voice under the wash of rain. He wondered if he would be too conspicuous because he was the only one holding a goldfish bowl if he recited a head-soaking spell to himself at this moment.

Lu Ping thought for a while: Don't tell others that he illegally modified a motorcycle?

No problem. Anthony said, not mentioning that he also had a friend who modified Muggle cars, and it was said that a flying motorcycle or car was not illegal as long as you don't intend to use it to fly.

Thank you. Lupine said, shook his head, wiped the water droplets from his face, and smiled helplessly, But I'm worried that everyone will know about this soon.

Oh, I can imagine, Anthony said.

Even leaving aside how eager journalists would try to dig up Sirius' story, Anthony doubted that Sirius would care that his modified motorcycle violated the law of confidentiality.

Whether it's Hagrid's drunken descriptions or Sirius's performance during the Wizengamot trial, the image of Sirius that Anthony barely pieced together is really like those riders-those who would ride in the dark night, no matter what. A motorcycle rider wearing a helmet roars past the street corner. Anthony found it hard to believe that they would have to worry about a traffic police ticket.

Anthony comforted: The good news is that the Ministry of Magic will not decide to retry Mr. Black so soon.

Lupine smiled and said: Then there is nothing to keep secret. Like Sirius, his eyes kept drifting towards the direction Hagrid left.

…

Soon, Hagrid came back through the silver-white rain curtain. Harry, Ron and Hermione trotted behind him, raising their heads as if asking something. All three of them were soaked. Hermione's little umbrella was of little use in such stormy weather, and Ron had probably completely forgotten where the umbrella Mrs. Weasley had brought him.

You will know soon. Anthony heard Hagrid say angrily.

Hagrid stopped dead in his tracks, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione almost bumped into him.

Harry's eyes swept over Anthony, glanced at Lupin a few times, and then passed over Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick standing under the eaves of Hagrid's cabin, and briefly looked at Sirius's sunken face. There was a pause.

Come here, Potter, said Professor McGonagall. This is Remus Lupin. Remus - Harry Potter.

From the look on Harry's face, it was obvious that he remembered the name. Ron rolled his eyes and thought for a while, then said Oh loudly, probably remembering the name of the person who made him lose his pet. Lupine and Sirius were both smiling at Harry, but Sirius's smile looked a little eerie. Hermione observed them, looking curious and wary.

Mr. Lupin, Harry greeted somewhat uncomfortably, I'm - um - nice to see you.

Lupine said gently: Me too, Harry. He looked at Harry very carefully.

Just like James, huh? Hagrid said to Lupin, smiling warmly down at Harry.

Except for the eyes. Lupine smiled, Those are Lily's eyes. I am Remus Lupin, Harry, and I am a friend of your parents... I had expected to meet you earlier.

I heard, Harry said, his tone much more relaxed, It's all Snape's fault. No professor bothered to correct him that it was Professor Snape.

Snape? Sirius interjected, Why, what did he do?

Harry's eyes turned to him. Sirius was the driest of them all. He was leaning against the wall of Hagrid's cabin, beside him a shovel, a rake, and dragon manure. His hair hung messily on his shoulders, and a lock of hair stuck to his face. Sirius pushed it away.

This is Sirius Black. Lupine said, He is... He paused, looked at Sirius, and motioned for him to introduce himself.

Meeting Harry's gaze, Sirius stood up straight, shifted his weight to the other leg, cleared his throat, and then cleared his throat again. He seemed to have suddenly forgotten how to speak.

I know, he's a friend of my dad's too, Harry said friendly, smiling at Sirius. Ron turned his head blankly and looked at Hermione pleadingly.

Yes... I think I am, said Sirius, his voice suddenly very hoarse again, but there's another thing - well, I don't know if anyone has told you - that might sound like Crazy talk... Anyway, I'm your godfather, Harry.

The muscles in his face twitched, as if he was trying to smile kindly, but all it did was make Ron frown and Hermione look at Sirius more cautiously.

Harry froze.

Godfather? he whispered. Do I have a godfather?

Of course you do! Hagrid shouted, Sirius was your godfather when you were a little furry baby!

You always knew, but never told us? Hermione asked in surprise.

Because I was in Azkaban before. Sirius answered her on Hagrid's behalf. Instead of having a crazy traitor godfather in prison...

I see, he's the one who went to jail because of Scabbers! Ron shouted. That Sirius Black!

Hush, Ron! Hermione whispered fiercely, Be polite!

Oh, that's right. Sirius said nonchalantly, his eyes still glued to Harry's face, I am the fool, because a mouse... His voice was very soft, almost drowned by the sound of rain, Because I believed in a mouse, I killed James and Lily... The fire in his eyes burned again.

Harry looked up at him carefully. Around them, rainwater cascaded down from the eaves.

You are my parents' original secret-keeper, Harry said slowly.

Sirius nodded. He said hoarsely: But I convinced Lily and James at the last minute to let Peter, not me, be their real secret-keeper... I don't regret it for a moment...

You're still my godfather, Harry said. I mean, you must be a very good friend of my parents.

Sirius seemed speechless for a moment.

Yes, I am. He finally said hoarsely.

…

Considering Sirius's poor physical condition, after the rain subsided a little, Professor McGonagall and Lupine took him away from Hagrid's roof and continued to walk to the school hospital. Professor Bubbaji left early in the heavy rain - she was indeed very busy - Professor Flitwick planned to go to the greenhouse for afternoon tea, while Anthony decided to accompany Hagrid to strengthen the canopy next to the Forbidden Forest, Professor Kettleburn There are some magical animals raised there that are used as teaching content.

Great, Henry, you can help me take care of the fire crabs. Hagrid said happily, They haven't been too good recently. After all, it's been raining for a long time... I took Fang with me last time. They almost scorched Fang's nose in the past. They dislike Fang very much, probably because he keeps drooling on their shells... Wait a minute while I get my cloak.

He opened the door furiously, and then slammed the door. There were heavy footsteps and Yaya's barking from behind the door. Harry, Ron and Hermione stood there, watching Professor McGonagall, Lupine and Sirius walking further and further away. Students were leaving the Quidditch pitch one after another, and the sound of excited chatter drifted vaguely along the wind.

Let's go too, Harry, said Ron. I know there will be a celebration in the common room - celebrating our victory over Slytherin - and with any luck, we can make Wood forget about your training tomorrow morning. .”

Today is indeed worthy of celebration. Hermione said, opening her umbrella, Gryffindor won, Malfoy was scolded by Flint, and your astronomy papers are all finished... and, um, Mr. Lupin and Mr. Black.

Ron exclaimed very suddenly: Oh my God, he's your godfather, Harry!

Yeah, thank you for reminding us what happened in the past half hour! Hermione said impolitely.

This means he is also your guardian! Ron said without being disturbed, We can choose Muggle Studies together next year! He will definitely agree to your participation in practical activities!

Harry glanced quickly at Anthony. Anthony smiled encouragingly at him.

Harry turned his head and nodded towards Ron: We can find an owl like Elon, and you will have a pet again. His eyes were shining with anticipation, and he looked in the direction Sirius left. After taking a look, I couldn't help but smile. Hermione glanced in that direction as well.

Hermione asked, Would you like to go to the school hospital for a visit? Mr. Black looks a bit worrying.

There is no disease in the world that Madam Pomfrey cannot cure. Ron said confidently, I bet he will be fine tomorrow.

Madam Pomfrey will kick me out. Harry said knowingly. She will say that the patient needs quiet and rest, and ask me not to disturb Sirius.

Anthony looked at the wet Harry and suggested: If you feel a little cold, why don't you go to the school hospital for a refreshing drink, Mr. Potter?

…

Okay, let's go, Henry. Hagrid said, wrapping the huge cloak around himself. While adjusting his collar, he handed Anthony his wide-brimmed felt hat and motioned for him to put it on to protect him from the rain.

Today is such a good day, said Hagrid beamingly, walking in front. Aragog has a few more grandchildren, Sirius and Remus are back, and Gryffindor won the Quidditch match. …”

Anthony agreed: Yes, we were still afraid of chaos in the school when we came back - especially today is the Gryffindor and Slytherin game. Caredi thinks that the Quidditch game will be too chaotic. Llanffindors and Slytherins would be hurling curses at each other in the auditorium, and Pomona was worried that the hospital would be overcrowded by the time we arrived. I must say, I was also surprised at how well the Quidditch went... …”

It went well? Hagrid shouted, No, Henry, it didn't go well at all!

What's wrong?

Speaking of this matter, Hagrid seemed a little angry.

Oh my God, it actually only took Harry ten minutes to catch the Golden Snitch, but look at the time our game ended. Afternoon! Hagrid said angrily, Slytherin did something to the Bludger. Always trying to knock Harry off the broom. Of course Mrs. Hooch noticed it immediately. She blew the whistle to stop the game - because of some Hogwarts-specific Quidditch rules - and then warned Slytherin that if If this happens again, Harry will be deemed to have caught the Golden Snitch.

Then what?

Of course the Slytherin group said that they didn't do anything, and that their broomstick and flying skills were good enough... It was all lies. Everyone could see that the Bludger was going crazy, and it was only targeting Harry. . Hagrid said, No one admitted it at first, because the Bludger had been kept by Mrs. Hooch. 'If we had this magical ability, we wouldn't have been killed by Flitwick in Charms class yesterday. The professor is in detention,' said the Slytherin captain. But later people found out why.

Anthony asked curiously: What's the reason?

That Malfoy brought his own house elf to school! Hagrid rumbled. He asked the house elf to cast a spell on the Bludger to make it chase Harry! Malfoy said he didn't do this. thing, but everyone knows this is impossible - house elves will only listen to their masters!

Caught up! ! !