The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

I remembered the dream I had last night:

I dreamed that I went back to the time of the art test, and then I planned to draw seriously, improve my cultural points, and go to the Academy of Fine Arts, but when I handed over my mobile phone, I suddenly remembered that I still had novels to write, and there were so many readers. So I was very anxious, and woke up when I was anxious.

.........

After being sent to Dumbledore, Black became a lot more honest.

Cyrus and Hermione got Black under control, and then followed Professor Lupine from the battered fireplace in the shed to the Headmaster's office, where he threw a handful of Floo powder.

"Remember to clearly state the location...the principal's office!"

The smell of Floo powder was so unpleasant that Cyrus and Hermione never wanted to experience it again. They only got out of the flames after feeling dizzy like a speeding roller coaster.

Hermione held Cyrus' arm and shook her head, her sorrel curly hair was dyed a little darker, so he helped his girlfriend dust off the ashes.

"Okay, let him go." Dumbledore nodded to Hermione, "Black, we won't send you to Azkaban...if you are proven innocent..."

The headmaster's words were like a shot in the arm, temporarily calming his restlessness.

Black fell to the ground and moved his body instinctively. Just now, he was pinched by Hermione's force, and he sneaked a glance at Cyrus and Hermione with some fear.

It's not that he didn't resist, but casting spells without a stick didn't work in front of Lupine and the two little ones.

"Remus...it's really not me!" But after seeing Professor Lupin, he became a little irritable again. He wanted to hold Lupin's hand tightly, but the other party subconsciously avoided it.

The professor didn't speak, but sat on the side with a stern head, seeming to be dozing off with his brows furrowed.

"Trust me...he's right there, right next to Harry" Black turned his head again, begging Dumbledore, "Peter... is hiding next to Harry, he'll kill him!"

However, Dumbledore also sat on the principal's chair without saying a word, his fingers interlocked on the table, his blue eyes pierced Black like sharp spears, and after a while, he turned his eyes to Black cyrus.

Professor Lupine didn't want to speak, but Principal Dumbledore needed to think. Before Professor McGonagall came back, the interrogation was handed over to Cyrus.

"Before Christmas, why did you hurt the fat lady?" Cyrus stood up knowingly.

"I didn't mean to...he was inside, I...I was..." Black explained the reason at a loss, and was annoyed by his rudeness, "Probably because I was too anxious to get revenge. ..the thought of Peter and I being separated by a wall"

Peter Pettigrew turned into Scabbers, a mouse, and hid in the Gryffindor lounge. Originally, he wanted to sneak in during the Halloween banquet, but he didn't expect the fat lady to refuse.

So Blake, who was already sensitive, suddenly violently hurt the portrait of the fat lady.

When Black explained the reason and process, Headmaster Dumbledore was unusually serious, staring at each other, as if he could find out if Black showed a little bit of lying.

Cyrus turned and exchanged a glance with Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Blake, why did you testify that the Weasley mouse was Scabbers..." Dumbledore asked deliberately.

"Finger! The mouse is missing a front paw..."

Blake reached for his trouser pocket, and took out a crumpled piece of paper from it. It was a torn newspaper, which he left behind when he was in Azkaban. The content on it was only Wes A photo of the Lay family.

And on Ron's shoulder is Scabbers the mouse.

Under the vigilant eyes of Hermione and Cyrus, he walked slowly to Dumbledore's desk, carefully spread out the pieces, and smoothed out the crumpled paper.

"I recognize it...Peter, even if it turns into ashes, I will recognize it!" Black swore, "It was he who betrayed..."

"It's you! You're the Secret Keeper!!" Lupine cut him off because he didn't want that name out of Black's mouth. "Even if that mouse was Scabbers, it was avoiding you!"

Lupine looked up, his eyes were full of anger, and he shot a cold light at Black.

"It's not me...Peter is the real secret keeper, he revealed the location to that person." Black was a little hysterical, with his hands on the principal's desk, "I was pretending to be a fake, but I didn't expect..."

He didn't expect that Peter was under the Dark Lord's subordinate, and as a result, the Loyalty and Bold Curse was broken within a month.

"Why do you want to make up your own mind?" Lupine clenched his fists again. If this was not the principal's office, he would definitely ask Black to meet the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"I didn't! I convinced James and Lily, we fooled everyone!!" Black shook his head, his eyes sunken due to malnutrition slowly lit up, "Even you think... I am Secret Keeper, isn't it?"

His voice was hoarse, and it was not difficult to hear that he had been tortured in Azkaban all these years, so much so that he didn't dare to look at little wizards like Cyrus and Hermione.

Headmaster Dumbledore, Remus Lupine...he might be a little ashamed, too.

Hermione and Cyrus were behind him, silently communicating with the Force with their eyes.

'So... this Blake is also innocent? 'She was a little helpless.

'It seems so, but I have to say, he did deceive most people' Cyrus also felt sorry for it.

That's right, Blake's secret tricks even deceived his own people. Except for the deceased Potter and his wife, only two parties involved knew about it:

Sirius Black and Pettigrew.

Even Death Eaters know Sirius is a good friend of James Potter, and the Secret Keeper is either Remus Lupine or Black, and who cares about a follower? ?

No one knew that Black's identity as the Secret Keeper was a fake, even if the Death Eaters used the Imperius Curse to investigate the secrets, they would not be able to detect the truth.

But what I never expected was...Peter Pettigrew betrayed them, and all efforts and tricks were in vain.

"It's my fault too... I killed them. I didn't know that Peter was the Dark Lord's undercover..." Black was full of remorse, and he took everything that happened to himself, which was a manifestation of his depression.

When Black finished explaining the cause and effect in a panic, Cyrus heard Dumbledore sigh heavily, and the observing eyes behind the half-moon lenses closed.

"It should have been mine..." said the headmaster.

Originally, Dumbledore was willing to be the secret keeper, but the Potters asked their good friend Sirius to be the secret keeper out of trust.

Black couldn't help it, and wanted to turn around, but because Cyrus and Hermione were behind him, he just crouched down with his head in his arms, burying his head in his arms.

"Why didn't you say it before entering Azkaban?" Hermione was puzzled.

"Explain? How do I explain?" Blake looked up sharply. "When I saw Peter blowing up the whole street, I already knew...it was too late..."

Not even a trial.

"Wait...why didn't you have a trial?" Hermione grasped the key point, and couldn't help but stepped forward and asked closely, "Malfoy, Lestrange, Rozier and other families all have court trials!"

But Black just shook his head blankly. He raised his head and looked at Lupine and Dumbledore in confusion.

All he knew was that he was captured by the Aurors before he could explain, and thrown into Azkaban. He didn't know that there would be a court trial after the wizarding war...

Cyrus quickly noticed the changes in the expressions of the two professors: Lupine seemed to be thinking, and then looked at Dumbledore, while Dumbledore looked a little guilty and annoyed.

'Because Black deceived everyone, it also led everyone to believe that Black betrayed the Potters? '

"Not even Lucius Malfoy?"

Blackburn's sunken eyes looked like they were about to fall out, and his eyes were full of anger. His first reaction was not 'Why didn't I have a trial', but 'Why didn't the Death Eaters come to accompany him'.

Although it was a good strategy, he failed... and imagined himself a sinner, a sinner with a hatred.

So he thought that he deserved to be tortured in the "living hell" of Azkaban, but it made him unbelievable that no one else came to accompany him.

Black was like a hell dog at this moment, how he wished to drag that group of people down too.

"Because they have testimony" Cyrus told him instead of the Headmaster.

"what?"

"They said they were controlled by the Imperius Curse..."

When Black heard Cyrus' words, he seemed to have heard something absurd. He opened his mouth silently, and the words he spoke turned into a cloud of air and floated in the air.

There was a throbbing in his throat, but he only let out two hoarse laughs.