days at Hogwarts

Chapter 228 New Semester

"Loren, Loren, are you listening?" Hermione waved her hand in front of Loren's eyes.

Loren came back to his senses, and his cold gaze melted away instantly. He shook his head at Hermione and said with a smile: "It's okay, I was a little distracted."

"By the way, I want to go to the toilet and I'll be back soon." After speaking, Loren got up, left his seat, and quickly slipped out of the auditorium.

Watching his figure slowly walking away, Hermione turned her head and looked at Professor Black at the guest of honor seat.The little witch's eyes were deep, and she would not think that she had just hallucinated.

The dinner was going on in a happy atmosphere. Among so many exciting things, Harry really didn't know which one was the most exciting and wonderful.

After the banquet, the prefects took the young wizards from each college back to their respective common rooms.

As for whether there would be any celebrations later, the professors didn't ask much. Professor McGonagall just said hello to Filch and postponed the lights-out time for an hour.

Gryffindor common room.

"Where's Harry? Where's Harry?" George slapped Ron's back hard, making a thumping sound.

"We're going to celebrate! All night long! All night long!" Fred kept up with the rhythm, and the two of them seemed to be playing some kind of percussion instrument.

The three of them were surrounded by excited little wizards, who couldn't wait to start the festive party.

In order to prevent his brother from being accused of killing his younger brother on the first night of the new semester, Ron suppressed the pain in his chest and shouted loudly: "He went to find his godfather! Professor Black is his godfather!"

This answer caused the little wizard to burst into discussion. There was one less warrior in the warrior group, and they could only vent their emotions on the other three warriors.

Angelina put her arms around her and pulled Hermione into her arms. A group of little witches with shining eyes surrounded her and separated Hermione from the boys to accept their questioning and praise.

Hermione was swept away by the crowd. She turned around and saw Loren saying something in the crowd of boys, which seemed to attract all the firepower to Ron.

At the last moment when her vision was blocked, she saw Loren turning his head and smiling narrowly at her...

On the other side, Harry brought Sirius Black to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office with ease.The house elves have tidied up, except for the furniture and furnishings, which have not been changed, even the corners and crevices have been carefully cleaned.

"Without those photos and portraits of Lockhart, this office looks much better!" Harry happily introduced Black, "What do you think, Professor Black?"

"Honestly, this title sounds a bit strange. It will probably take some time for me to get used to it." Blake said with a smile.

A figure of a house elf came out of the lounge inside. His voice was shrill, but his tone was equally joyful: "The room inside is also very clean. Dobby has made your bed and the things in the suitcase are also arranged!"

Looking at this familiar house elf, Harry's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Dobby! Why are you here?"

"Sirius Black has freed Dobby!" the elf said in a harsh, thin voice. Dobby looked up at Harry, the moonlight streaming in from the nearest window, reflecting his bulging eyes, "Sirius... Black set Dobby free!"

Harry was stunned, turned to look at Black, pointed at Dobby and asked, "What on earth is going on?"

"Oh, it's a long story..." Black raised his eyebrows and recounted everything about how he attended a banquet at Malfoy Manor, bumped into Dobby, and finally bought Dobby from Narcissa.

"It's not just that!" Dobby held up the shoulder straps of his vest to show off, "The kind Master Black gave Dobby a vest, and he set Dobby free!"

Looking at Harry's still confused look, Black explained: "The condition for an elf to gain freedom is to be able to get things from the master, such as clothes. It doesn't have to be the master's clothes, as long as they are given by the master."

Dobby pulled up the other strap of his waistcoat in time and showed it off in front of Harry.

Blake had a toothache when he saw this scene: "That's not a vest at all, it's just a piece of cloth in the garbage dump of the old house."

"So, if I ask you about what happened before, you won't bang your head against the wall, right?" Harry seized the opportunity and asked all the doubts he had before.

"...At first it was Master Malfoy. He seemed to have put something on some of you. Then there were guests at home, saying that there was a young wizard who was getting involved with werewolves. He also mentioned the great Harry. Potter, they wanted to kill Harry Potter, so I did those things to give Harry Potter a warning."

"Something?" Harry was a little confused. He remembered the Horcrux diary that Voldemort mentioned about the Chamber of Secrets when he was in the Chamber of Secrets, and said that the thing was destroyed by Loren.

Therefore, Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort wanted to harm them, but the carefully prepared things were destroyed by Loren long ago.

Harry was a little happy, but also a little depressed. He complained to Dobby: "You broke my arm in the Quidditch match and almost caused me to fall to death because of the information that I didn't understand clearly?"

Dobby looked away guiltily.

"Promise me, Dobby, you won't try to protect me again." Harry said fearfully.

A bright smile suddenly broke out on the elf's ugly brown-red face, revealing a mouth full of teeth.

"Dumbledore and I have talked about Dobby. He now works in the kitchen at Hogwarts. Dumbledore pays him a galleons salary every week." Black said, waving at Dobby. Waving his hand, "You can just work hard in school from now on, you don't have to take care of me specially."

Dobby slowly backed away and nodded towards the two of them: "Dobby will repay you, and the money Dobby earns will be used to repay Mr. Black!"

He pinched his slender fingers together, snapped his fingers and disappeared.

After the elf left, Blake walked around to the desk and sat down, taking the professor's seat.

Blake felt awkward experiencing this perspective.He just brought the chair out and sat side by side with Harry so that he felt comfortable.

Black moved his butt: "Don't take it lightly. Do you remember what he just said about werewolves? We still don't know why Malfoy and the werewolves got together."

Harry shook his head indifferently: "No matter what the werewolf wants to do, this is school, and Dumbledore is here."

Werewolves...school...Dumbledore...

Hearing these words, Blake was in a trance.

It has been a year since he was released from prison, and he has not yet figured out how to face Moon Face.He was too impulsive at the time. There was obviously a better way to deal with it, so that Peter Pettigrew could get the punishment he deserved, Harry could get good care, and Lupin...

In just two days, the best friends killed, betrayed, and betrayed each other.Three people died, some escaped, and some went to jail.He didn't dare to think about how Lu Ping survived those days.

Harry fiddled with the small ornaments on the table. Although he was not worried about his own safety, he also wanted to find out what Voldemort's minions and werewolves were planning.

There is no information about werewolves in school, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has not learned anything about werewolves.However, I seem to have some impressions of werewolves.

"Werewolf...werewolf..." Harry muttered and suddenly shouted, "I remembered, it was Hermione! She had been reading the Daily Prophet for a while and said that the Ministry of Magic had issued a new "anti- Werewolf Act!"

He recalled with his fingers: "It seems that this bill will squeeze the living space of all werewolves and prevent them from finding jobs that can fill their stomachs...Hermione said that this is discrimination, and many werewolves with gentle and kind personalities will Being forced to do bad things.”

As if he had heard some news, Blake's expression became anxious: "Is there any more? Is there any news?"

Harry shook his head, he had heard this from Hermione.

Blake's eyes flickered, and after a moment of silence, he asked hesitantly: "Harry, if, I mean if. If one day, you and your best friend have a conflict, what do you do? Wrong thing, this thing will have a great impact on your friend, will you take the initiative to find him?"

Harry said "Ah" in confusion: "I don't know, Loren and Hermione are always right, Ron and I will not have any conflicts with them. Ron and I do quarrel occasionally, Loren and Hermione Min stayed out of our stupid shit, and Ron and I made up the next day.”

"That's great..." There was a look of reminiscence on Blake's face. Through Harry's description, he seemed to have seen the small group of "Predators" in the past.

Prongs who always does stupid things, Moony Face with furry little problems, and... Thinking of that damn Wormtail, Black's face looked a little ferocious.

Harry glanced at Sirius cautiously. He always felt that his godfather was a little strange. He asked tentatively: "Are you having a conflict with your friend?"

<divclass="contentadv">"Kid, don't ask more questions than you should." Blake shook his head and shook the messy thoughts out of his mind, "It's time for you to go back to the common room. Your friends may be waiting. And you."

He stood up and walked Harry to the door of the office.After closing the door and returning, he noticed the full-length mirror that he had ignored before. Blake muttered: "This mirror is too big."

At a certain angle, the mirror reflected the candlelight on the ceiling, which dazzled Blake's eyes. He shook his head and turned the mirror over in disgust. It felt much more pleasing to the eye now.

After preparing for tomorrow's first lesson, he washed up and put on his pajamas. As soon as his head hit the pillow, Blake fell asleep after a long journey.

"...headband..."

"...puffs..."

The vague sound of hawking came from a distance, and Sirius opened his eyes and found himself in the middle of a strange room.

Desks, chairs, bookshelves... The room is furnished like an office, with a suitcase placed in the corner. The strangest thing is that there is a huge mirror at the door of the room, almost taller than a person.

Who on earth would use such a big mirror... A strange thought flashed through Sirius's mind, and many pictures emerged with the thought, and he slowly remembered - he was here after Wormtail.

James and Lily have been hunted down by Voldemort and his minions many times. For their safety and the safety of his godson who had just turned one year old, he secretly changed the secret keeper to Peter Pettigrew. Death Eaters.

As a result, damn Peter Pettigrew, he betrayed his trust!

Anger welled up in Blake's heart, he kicked open the door and strode out.

As soon as I went out, I saw a bakery opposite. A young couple and their son were buying puffs. The clerk was joking with them.Outside is a bustling Muggle street, with vendors setting up stalls on the street selling bits and pieces of handicrafts.

At a small bookstall on the roadside, a little boy with black hair and black eyes suddenly turned to look at him. There were only two books on the white animal fur in front of the boy, which looked very strange.

The little boy tilted his head and was still some distance away from him, but the voice sounded as if it was in his own ears: "If we continue to pursue him, a tragedy will occur and many people will be killed. People here are Muggles and shouldn't fight here. Isn’t it?”

Sirius's head was a little dizzy, and he felt something was wrong.A series of strange images flashed through my mind, including explosions of fire, overturned floors, exposed sewer pipes, and wailing crowds...

The speed is fast, and it is gone in a flash.

The family of three in the bakery had already finished buying desserts, and the young couple were walking along the street talking and laughing.In front of them, the fleeing figure of Peter Pettigrew passed by the young couple and was about to disappear from sight.

Sirius didn't have time to think too much, he tightened his wand and chased after him: "Peter Pettigrew! You have to pay the price for your actions!"

……

The flames of the explosion bloomed like a huge wave, flooding the entire street and burning everything.

In his blur of consciousness, Sirius heard some kind of cracks spreading along the glass, a sound as clear and crisp as the ice of a black lake cracking.

In the void of silver mirror light, he vaguely recalled the experience he had just experienced. He forgot many things and returned to the moment when he chased Peter Pettigrew.

"Is it a dream?"

Why do you have such a dream?

Is it because I thought of Lupine tonight and regretted my original choice?

As for the innocent Muggles being affected...Sirius didn't feel guilty about this. He thought that maybe he should write a letter to Lupine and have a good chat about what happened back then...

The sound of the mirror breaking sounded, and Sirius opened his eyes again and found himself in the middle of a strange room.

Opening the door, a boy with black hair and black eyes was sitting on the street, tilting his head and looking at him, with indifferent eyes and an empty voice: "...shouldn't be here, right?"

……

the next day.

The second-year wizards are full of expectations for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Anyway, at least they are getting rid of that idiot Professor Lockhart, and Defense Against the Dark Arts will no longer be a melodrama.

The new professor Black's face was a little sluggish, his eyes were bloodshot, and the dead skin on his lips was white and cracked, and he didn't look very energetic.

Hermione looked at Professor Black. Although there was no evidence, some intuition told the little witch that there was something weird here.

Loren looked at Black on the stage calmly, without any disturbance in his heart... He had no intention of torturing Black. If Black had the consciousness of repentance, the illusion would be vulnerable.

But if he persists, the fantasy will be his nightmare and will make Black make a choice again and again.

Blake's voice was much more energetic than his appearance, and he said enthusiastically and cheerfully: "A young wizard told me that your Defense Against the Dark Arts class started missing from here, so--"

He pinched the silk fabric next to him and pulled it, revealing a cage full of Cornish elves.

He was livid in color, about eight inches tall, and had a small pointed face.The voices were very shrill and harsh, like many budgies quarreling. As soon as the silk cloth was removed, they began to scream, jump up and down, shake the cage, and make faces at the students.

In fact, when Lockhart first took out these elves, the little wizards looked down on them. When they met again, it was different after the experience of being tortured.

There was a muffled scream from the audience.

"Don't scream, that will irritate them." Blake said in a humorous tone, trying to reduce the pressure on the students.

Neville was standing in the front row, but after seeing the things in the cage, he moved back: "I don't want to experience the feeling of being hung from the ceiling again. Remember to protect me."

Seamus put his feet on his shoulders and comforted him like a brother: "Please, my friend, you are someone who has fought with a python. Show some Gryffindor courage."

"You've never been hung from the ceiling, of course." Neville muttered and took a few steps back.

Harry smiled and said: "Don't worry, Sirius is different from Lockhart. He is not a fool."

Blake lifted a Cornish elf out of its cage, pointed it at it with his wand, and shouted: "Remember the special effects spell - Peschipixi Pesternomi!"

The light green wand light hit the elf, causing it to curl up instantly, its wings folded obediently on its back, like a bumpy ball.

"It actually worked. I thought this spell was made up by Lockhart." Seamus was extremely surprised.

Blake's eyes wandered among the group of young wizards: "So, who wants to be the first?"

Harry raised his hand instantly, faster than Hermione...

With Harry's demonstration, the little wizards felt more at ease, and one after another they went on stage to cast spells on the elves.Even Neville managed it.

……

The first Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended quickly, and the students left the classroom in groups. They were eager to catch up on another excitement - today was the day when people from the Ministry of Magic came to investigate the Chamber of Secrets.

Harry stayed behind and helped Black clean up the battlefield.

"Today's lesson was great!" Throwing the last Cornish elf into the cage, Harry clapped his hands. Seeing Sirius's tired face, his tone dropped, "You don't look too good. Okay, are you okay?"

Blake pursed his chapped lips and smiled heartily: "I don't know, maybe I can't believe that I actually became a professor. I felt like I had a nightmare all night, but I can't remember the content of the nightmare."