[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Chapter 127 Sirius 2

During dinner, Tom finally met his friends who had returned from Hogsmeade in the hall.

"problem occurs--"

They said at the same time, then stopped at the same time.

"You guys go ahead," Tom said.

Hermione and Ron were about to speak but stopped, and they both looked at Harry uneasily with particularly cautious eyes. And Harry sat down at the table with a blank expression and said, "Eat."

Hermione winked at Tom and sat down next to Harry with Ron.

They gnawed the bread in silence for a while - mainly Harry, who kept holding the dry bread and gnawing expressionlessly. The action was like Crookshanks ripping the dried meat fiercely, except that Crookshanks would look aside. He made a purring sound while biting, but Harry remained silent.

"Ahem." Hermione cleared her throat, "What were you going to say earlier, Tom?"

Tom perked up and whispered, "I suspect I've found Sirius Black!"

"...!!!" Hermione was shocked.

"...Cough cough cough!" Ron choked on the chicken leg and let out an earth-shattering cough.

Harry suddenly turned his head to look at him and asked through gritted teeth: "Where?!"

Tom couldn't help but lean back. He never thought he would see such a ferocious expression on Harry's face. He glanced at Hermione and Ron and saw that Hermione had a troubled expression and Ron was still coughing desperately.

"What happened?" Tom asked.

Harry stared at him and opened his mouth, but something seemed to block his throat. He opened his mouth again, but finally gave up, turned his head again, looked down at the dry bread on the plate, and said hoarsely: "It's nothing."

"My parents were betrayed to death by their best friends," Harry said in as understated a tone as possible, but it was obviously a failure. Anyone could hear the confusion and hatred in his voice, "That' Good friend', called Sirius Black."

...How should I put it...Tom couldn't find the words to answer him for a while. This kind of blood feud cannot be comforted by a few words of comfort.

"Harry, listen," Ron finally finished coughing. His face was almost the same color as his hair, but his eyes were serious, "I know that you are concerned about what we overheard at the Three Broomsticks. You must be very upset right now, but the important thing is that you must not do anything stupid."

"Upset...confused?" Harry chewed on the word. Although he knew that his friend deliberately chose a mild adjective to appease his mood, he still couldn't help but feel angered for a moment by the understatement—— He can pretend to be calm, but he can't stand it when others really think it's just a "little thing" that makes people "upset".

My parents are dead. Harry thought. Do they know what "die" means? Do they know what it feels like to have their parents betrayed by their friends and killed by a big devil when they were babies? Do they know how it feels to have all their dreams and hopes die before they begin, and all their hopes and beauty to be destroyed by themselves?

Sirius Black...so good, so good. He gritted his teeth and thought, the flame and pleasure of revenge driving him...

He always thought that the death of his parents was all blamed on him, because he was the damn savior, so his parents were targeted... It turned out that besides Voldemort who took action, there was also Sirius Black... He couldn't wait to catch him and punish him, just like punishing the self he resented in his heart. The thought of sitting around doing nothing while Black was on the loose was almost too much for him.

"Doing something stupid?" Harry tasted the word "pin" again and felt that he was almost amused.

No, no, no, even a good friend like Ron couldn't understand that he was just going to do something he should do, and it was definitely not stupid.

"Like going after Black." Ron said bravely.

"You wouldn't do this, would you?" Hermione asked, looking at his expression.

"It's not worth dying for Black," Ron said.

"When I was chatting with Lupine before," Harry was quite surprised at the calmness of his tone at the moment, "we talked about dementors - I never told you that every time a dementor came near me, I heard something - I could hear my mother screaming, the desperate scream of knowing she was facing death but unable to resist, not for herself, but for me. She was begging Voldemort to let me go. ...Then there was a green light, and the screams of half of them being killed suddenly stopped..."

Hermione's eyes were red.

"If you hear Mum scream like that, you won't forget it," Harry whispered, "She screams in my ears every night, every night, and that desperate sound is stuck in my head. "

"She has no rest, and I have no rest."

"The dementors will get him..." Hermione said worriedly, "Black will go back to Azkaban -"

"You heard what Fudge said," Harry said, "Black is not affected by Azkaban like normal people. This punishment for him..." He shook his head, "I didn't mean to He went back to prison to continue his comfortable retirement life."

"What are you talking about?" Ron said nervously, "You want to..." He pursed his lower lip and whispered the conjecture in a low voice: "Kill him?"

"Calm down, Harry," Tom advised. "Think about what happened when Black was arrested. He killed thirteen people with a single spell! He also blew up a street!"

"That doesn't mean anything," Harry said desperately. "He might have just happened to blow up a gas pipe—"

"The Ministry of Magic did use this excuse to fool the Muggles - but Harry, listen, you know what Peter Pettigrew's mother got after Black killed Peter Pettigrew who came to track him and confronted him face to face. "?" Ron said sharply, "The Order of Merlin, First Class, and one of his little fingers - that is the largest piece of his remains that people can find! Think clearly! Black has gone crazy! You must risk Are you going to chase him and risk being blown into a million pieces? Can you think about your relatives and friends? None of us want you to take that risk!"

"Think about your parents too, Harry." Hermione said with tears in her eyes. "If you went to find Black, wouldn't you be delivering it to him personally? Your parents wouldn't want you to be harmed. , right? They are all trying so hard to protect you, and they will never ask you to go find Blake!"

"I'll never know what they're thinking. Thanks to Black, I've never spoken to them!" Harry finally got angry and stood up, kicking over a stool and startling the other students at the other end of the table. .

"Where is he?" he asked, glaring at Tom word by word.

"What's going on? What's going on!" Percy yelled and rushed over, "If you have something to say, talk it over. No quarreling!"

"...It's nothing." Harry said reluctantly, "I've finished eating."

Hermione secretly kicked Ron's stool. Ron looked around hesitantly, stood up and hooked Percy's shoulder.

"Oh, it's nothing." He said to his red-haired brother, "I just didn't pay attention when I stood up - have you finished the little pudding over there?" He asked with his head tilted, and with strong hands, he turned Percy Walking back, "I want some more pudding."

"Bah, just tell me if you want fried chicken." Percy spat at him and followed his wishes. He packed up a large plate of desserts and fried chicken and gave it to his brother, "Take it! No quarreling."

"They said no." Ron came back with the plate and grabbed Harry's hand, "Sit down and have two more bites?"

Harry stood frozen for a moment, then sat down.

"Where is he?" he asked.

"I don't know where he is now," Tom said, "but I know he is now haunting the campus in the form of a big black dog."

"Yes, it's that...'ominous.'"