"Siris is Harry's godfather... But Harry never knew. Dumbledore had long suspected that someone on our side had become a traitor and leaked a lot of information to the mysterious man..."

"James Porter once told Dumbledore that Black would rather die than tell their information, and that Black also planned to hide it, so he insisted on using Sirius as a secret person... But, less than a week after applying the spell of loyalty, he betrayed them!"

"Blake must be tired of the double-faced character and is ready to publicly declare that he supports the person who can't even name... But unexpectedly, his master fell, he had no other choice, he could only run and run and run... I bet he must be crazy, but if a person falls, he will not care about anything..."

"He was mentally ill, cruel, purposeless for a while... It was something that a desperate, desperate person did... I-I will never forget it, sometimes I dreamed of it, corpses everywhere, people screaming, and Black was standing there laughing wildly, Peter Pediru was right in front of him... A pile of torn clothes with blood and a few pieces - a few pieces of broken bones-"

"You can imagine how painful it will be after Harry learns the truth..."

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Harry woke up from the nightmare, but did not react at all, because he didn't know how many times he had such a dream. He wiped the tears from his face randomly, turned around and slept on the bed with the quilt in his arms.

Just now in the dream, just now in the dream, he seemed to have returned to the time when he secretly went to Hogsmeade with Ron a few days ago. At that time, he and Ron were hiding under a table with three brooms. Professor McGonagall, Hager and Minister Foggy were discussing those things - the truth about the murder of his parents.

So that's how it is. No wonder Professor Lyle said he wanted to search for it himself...

In the dream, Harry burst into tears and struggled desperately to rush out to question the people, but just like before, maybe Ron tried his best to suppress him, or because his rationality was stopping him, he just felt so groggy that he could not break through the black barrier above his head, and could only passively listen to Hagrid's low roar, Professor McGonagall's low sob, transforming the original facts into information and telling him word by word.

Although the night is late, it is not very quiet. The wind outside the window is howling and strange sounds are continuous. However, as long as people who have lived in the castle for half a month and a week, they are usually used to such sounds. If they don’t have this sound, they may even suffer from insomnia!

Tomorrow is the start of school, but Harry can't sleep and feels restless.

However, when he lifted the crimson curtain on Ron's bed, he hesitated again. He had woken Ron up in the middle of the night due to nightmares several times because of nightmares. He heard him speak. Ron began to feel that he was a little nervous. Although he didn't say it, his eyes clearly meant this.

Although Ron would not say anything on the surface if he woke him up now, Harry himself felt sorry for it. Looking at the stupid friend's sleeping sound, Harry sighed and began to miss Hermione a little. If it were her, he would not have been like Ron, just saying a few nonsense to comfort him and then went to bed by himself.

Speaking of which, if Harry suddenly realized that he was going to encounter something, except for two friends, only Dumbledore and Hagrid could talk - well, maybe he could add another name to Professor Lupin now.

The wind was howling outside the window and ghosts were heavy. When Harry went to check whether the window was closed, he seemed to hear some faint murmurs, but it was not real. Subconsciously, he felt a little uneasy in his heart, and it was constantly amplifying. He thought of the sound that only he and Professor Lyle could hear, and the legend of the secret room that had caused everyone to be in danger in the castle recently.

Only the Slytherin descendants can open the secret room, which is not known where it is built, has been opened again fifty years later. The monsters in it are released and began to wander in the castle, attacking wizards of mixed blood... This is a rumor and a fact.

Because except for Professor Lohart at the beginning, seven students have been attacked so far, all of whom are non-pure-blooded wizards. If it weren't for the holiday, most of the students had already gone back to leave school, the number of accidents would have doubled. But even if the professors took various measures, they would have almost let the dementors enter the castle to patrol, but people were still panic.

Could it be that the unknown monster locked in the secret room has come out again? It is actually wandering around the castle now?

The more he thought about it, Harry felt the more likely it was. He couldn't help but feel excited, and even his breathing became much more impatient. He suddenly thought about taking out the map of his well-hidden living spots, trying to see if he could monitor the castle on it and find out the murderer of the secret room incident.

"I swear I have bad intentions." He chanted the spell in a low voice to ensure that it would not wake up the others in the dormitory. Harry cast a simple spell with a flash of fluorescent light on his wand, looking at the traces of ink spreading rapidly on the yellowish blank parchment paper, spreading around like a clue.

He narrowed his eyes and leaned over and carefully observed the small ink dots that were constantly moving on the map and the names marked next to him. To be honest, this is not an easy task, but it is hard to go anywhere in the middle of the night. Because most people are already asleep and will not run around, he just needs to work hard to find the moving black dots.

After rubbing his sore eyes, Harry finally saw several small ink dots moving. The closest one was the ink dot on the fourth floor of the castle, which was obviously much thicker than others. He was wandering quickly at an unimaginable speed. The ink next to him gathered and dispersed and became a strange name.

"Bradley!"

"Do you have a surname? Which academy student is this?" Harry looked at the big ink dot that was wandering at a speed of 100 meters and four seconds in shock, and suddenly thought of his own owl - this is not really a monster, so its owner just simply gave it a name.

Before Harry could react, his eyes could not help but float to the other wandering dots. Suddenly, his pupils suddenly shrank like needle tips, and his face was pale like a ghost—

"Sirius O'Lian Black!"

"Peter Pediru!"

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"The show... is about to begin! As expected, it's better to be a coincidence than to get there!"

Just as he took Hermione's little hand and walked out of the public fireplace in the auditorium, Pei Chen suddenly looked around the auditorium with some confusion, and occasionally sniffing or listening. He stopped doing this behavior for about ten seconds and said with a smile.

"What a good show?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Well, it's probably the grudges, love and hatred of the older generation..." Pei Chen shook his head and said casually, but he saw Hermione's eyes lit up. So after thinking about it, he said, "Then like this, come with me, I have to find a way to notify other actors... If there are fewer actors, the stage play will not be very exciting... Although I think Old Deng must have an arrangement."

Hermione looked at him suspiciously and told her intuition that the guy in front of her was just afraid that the world would not be in chaos.

"Ha, don't look at me like this." Pei Chen seemed to be in a very good mood and shook his head and said with a smile, "I just want to do this as soon as possible. After all, I have spent too much time on it. If I can end it at once tonight, it would be better. In this case, I will still have half a school year to explore the magic world..."

"So you don't even want to teach next semester?" Hermione said coldly, with a bad look.

Pei Chen was choked, then thought about it carefully for a while before explaining: "This is not the case. I only have three classes a week, and I can still finish teaching the next semester... But after this incident, I don't have to participate in those troublesome issues, so I can naturally take more time..."

As he said that, Pei Chen took a casual look at his newly unlocked hidden map—

【Azkaban Wizard Prison】!

【Forbidden Forest】!

【Hogwarts Magic School】!

This is all this time, and it is not a good progress at all. This made Pei Chen realize that if he was still so calculating by these characters in the plot, and was entangled with grudges and hatred, he would not have much possibility to continue exploring other puzzles in the magic world.

Perhaps there are many benefits from it, but Pei Chen vaguely feels that the exploration progress designated by the infinite space for the apostles is a real hard indicator and the real benefit - if he continues like this, he will feel a bit disappointed.

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Suffering...anger...

This may be the whole of Sirius Black's emotions.

Just like that time eleven years ago—

After he learned about his friend's death, he went crazy. He looked at himself and Hagrid in a daze, looked at the orphan he wanted to take care of his friend, and watched him lend his motorcycle in a daze-he no longer needed that car because the meaning of this car was to carry him and James, but now...

"...Go and die with that traitor!"

He staggered, and his mind was repeating this thought, and he was confused and didn't even know what he was doing. It was not until the moment when he actually found Peter Pediru with his extremely strong intuition that he woke up a little—or the tearing heart and the anger of longing for revenge forced him to regain his reason and strength.

Sirius smiled wildly, and held the wand in his hand tightly, as if he was holding an extremely sharp dagger, quickly walking towards the short man who was panicked and forced to the dead end by him, his eyes full of madness, hatred and resentment.

But the ending was hopeless - the hateful traitor pretended to die and escaped, and framed him all the charges before "death". Almost at the same moment when the explosion occurred, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic arrived. Sirius was so angry that he couldn't speak, and his voice was like the roar of a wounded beast in desperate situation.

I'm not afraid of death, but at least please let me kill him!! I must kill him, please...

In the early morning, there were huge explosions and the battle was extremely fierce. Sirius's voice went from the roar that just started, to the later defense, and at the final begging... In the end, he was thrown into Azkaban, the most notorious wizard prison in the magic world.

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Chapter completed!