Hogwarts: From Squibs to Greatness

Chapter 147 Kidnapping?

The conversation continued, and Hagrid continued to accuse Sirius with his anger.

"...Blake argued with me, but then backed down and told me to take Harry on his motorcycle, 'I don't need it anymore,' he said."

"I should have thought there was something fishy about it. That motorcycle was something he loved, why would it be given to me? Why wouldn't he use it? Actually, it's too easy to track."

"Dumbledore knew he was the Potters' secret-keeper. Black knew he'd have to get away overnight, and knew the Ministry of Magic wanted him in a few hours."

"What if I handed Harry over to him? I bet he'd throw that kid out of the car in the middle of the ocean, his best friend's son! When a wizard goes to the dark side, he doesn't care , nobody recognizes..."

After Hagrid finished speaking, he angrily drank the mead in front of him, while the others fell into a long silence.

But the silence was soon broken by Ms. Rosmerta's cheerful voice, and she said, "But he couldn't escape, did he? The Ministry of Magic caught him the next day!"

"Well, it would be fine if it was us." Fudge still had empty eyes, as if he had been set, and said with a bitter expression, "It wasn't us who found him, it was Peter Pettigrew, another friend of the Potters. "

"He must have been mad with grief. He knew that Black was the Potters' secret keeper, so he went after Black himself."

"Peterina... that little chubby boy who always followed them like a follower at Hogwarts?" Ms. Rosmerta asked.

"Worship Black and Potter like heroes." Professor McGonagall said. "In terms of talent, he was never on the same level as them, and I was often very strict with him. You can imagine me...how I regret it now... ..."

Hearing the voice, she seemed to have caught a cold suddenly, and the others were also sighing.

Sirius and the others who saw this scene on the screen showed mocking smiles.

Sirius looked at Peter Pettigrew in the cage. Although he had a smile on his face, his words were full of indifference: "Hey, big hero, how does it feel now."

Pettigrew Peter curled up his body again, trembling even more.

John Pettigrew, Peter, waved his hand and drew a symbol in the air, and then saw Fudge's reaction in the screen.

"Now, Minerva," said Fudge mildly, "Pettigret died a heroic death. The witnesses, of course, were all Muggles, and we erased their memories afterwards."

"According to these eyewitnesses, Pettigrew stopped Black, crying, 'Lily and James! How did you do it, Sirius?' Then he drew his wand, and Black, of course, was quicker than he, and put Pettigrew Blown to pieces..."

Professor McGonagall blew his nose and said in a low voice: "Stupid boy... silly boy... he is always hopeless in a duel...should be handed over to the Ministry of Magic..."

"Tell you, if I had blocked Black before Pettigrew, I wouldn't have wasted time pulling my wand, I'd have ripped him to pieces!" said Hagrid gruffly.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Hagrid," said Fudge sharply. "Gag Black, only a well-trained striker from the Magical Law Enforcement Squad has any chance of winning. I was Deputy Head of the Department of Magical Disasters at the time." , After Black killed all those people, I was one of the first people to rush to the scene."

"I'll never forget that scene. I still sometimes dream of it. A big hole exploded in the middle of the street. It was so deep that it even opened the sewer. The corpses were everywhere, and the Muggles were crying and screaming, and Black stood there laughing. , the only thing left of Pettigrew in front of him is...a pile of blood-stained robes and a few fragments..."

Fudge's voice was suddenly interrupted, and only the sound of five people blowing their noses was heard.

"That's it, Rosmerta." Fudge said in a muffled voice, "Blake was taken away by twenty members of the Magical Legal Detectives, and Pettigrew was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class. I think it's a pity for him." Mom is also a bit of comfort. Black has been locked in Azkaban since then."

Ms. Rosmerta let out a long sigh and asked, "Is he really crazy now, Minister?"

"I wish I could say yes," said Fudge slowly. "I do believe that his master's downfall has put him insane for a while. Killing Pettigrew and so many Muggles is a desperate act, cruel and pointless." .”

Then Fudge seemed to suddenly remember, and said: "It's just that there is something very strange. Before Black escaped from prison, I visited Black when I inspected Azkaban."

"You know, because of the dementors, most of the prisoners there are sitting in the dark talking to themselves, without normal consciousness...but I was surprised to find that Black looked normal."

“He talked to me quite rationally. It disturbed me, you would think he was just bored, asked me if I finished the paper, how calm and calm, and said he would love to do the newspaper crossword .”

"Really, I was shocked. The dementors seem to have very little influence on him. You know, he is still one of the most closely guarded criminals there. The dementors are guarding outside his door day and night."

"But what do you think he wants to do when he escapes from prison?" Ms. Rosmerta asked, "My God, it doesn't mean he wants to join the mysterious man?"

"I guess it's his... er... final plan," said Fudge vaguely, "but we hope to catch Black before then. I must say that You-Know-Who is a kind of situation, but if he gets back his most loyal servant, he will quickly make a comeback."

"I shudder just thinking about it..."

There was a slight clink of glass against wood, and someone put down the glass.

"You know, Connelly, if you're going to have dinner with the headmaster, you'd better go back to the castle now," said Professor McGonagall.

The feet in front of Harry re-supported the master's weight one by one, the hem of the robe floated into his eyes, and Ms. Rosmerta's shiny high-heeled shoes disappeared behind the bar.

The door of the Three Broomsticks opened again, a gust of snow swept in again, and the professors and Minister Fudge were gone.

"Harry?" Ron's and Hermione's faces appeared under the table, and they all stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say.

In the end, Harry didn't know how he got out of the Three Broomsticks bar. He walked on the street in a daze. Ron and Hermione followed Harry with worried faces. They were a little at a loss and didn't know how to comfort him. profit.

But just as the three of them passed a deserted street corner, a puff of black smoke swept in, accompanied by two screams, Ron and Hermione disappeared.

Harry, who heard the scream, came back to his senses, and when he looked back, he saw only a note falling slowly with the wind.

Harry's expression changed suddenly, and he reached out to pick up the note, only to see a sentence written on it.

'Want to save your friend?Come to the Screaming Shack alone if you want! --Sirius. '

Looking at Harry who didn't hesitate at all in the picture, and directly took out his wand and came towards the Screaming Shack, Lupine covered his head helplessly, and Sirius smiled awkwardly.

When John told them about the plan before, they were very dissatisfied with the arrangement here, and they swore that Harry would not be so reckless.

I didn't expect... I really didn't expect...

John smiled, and in the corner of the house, Ron and Hermione stared at everything in front of them. They were tied to chairs and their mouths were sealed.

Ron whined angrily, as if he was accusing John, while Hermione seemed to be frightened, and sat there crying. Crookshanks was lying on Hermione's lap at the moment, as if comforting himself little Master.

John glanced at the two people who were trapped, and didn't say much. Rather than explaining it again, it might as well be like this.

So John sat quietly in his seat, waiting for Harry's arrival.

Soon on the monitoring screen, Harry was seen holding a wand, cast a silence spell on himself, and crept in through a broken window in the Screaming Shack.

Seeing that Harry had reached the door, Sirius picked up a rag that was set aside and covered it on the monitor screen, while Lupine stood behind Ron and Hermione.

Harry quietly came to the door of the room on the second floor, and the first thing he saw was the man standing by the window, looking into the distance.

Even though it was completely different from the wanted poster, Harry recognized it as Sirius Black at a glance.

The hatred in his heart was burning like a raging fire. Without hesitation, Harry raised the wand in his hand, stepped into the room with one step, and shouted loudly.

"Passed out!"

But with the magic spell flying out of the wand and attacking Sirius' back, something unexpected happened to Harry.

I saw a familiar shield formed behind Sirius, blocking the stun spell he released.

Then a strong force fell on his hand, the force was so great that Harry let go of his hand subconsciously, and then saw the holly wood wand fall into one hand like this.

Only then did Harry see clearly that there were other people in the room, especially after seeing who the owner of that hand was, Harry even shouted in shock: "John! Why are you here?"

"And Professor Lupine, why are you here?"

And after seeing Ron and Hermione who were desperately cuing him with their eyes to let him escape, Harry realized a terrible conclusion belatedly.

"You...you are in the same group...you..."

Harry's face was pale, and he couldn't help taking a step back.

Hearing Harry's words, John showed a somewhat nasty smile, and then raised his hand slightly.

I saw the objects in the room soaring into the air, and then changed into chairs and ropes. Without giving Harry any time to react, he tied him to the chair like he did to Ron and Hermione.

The only difference was that Harry wasn't gagged.

(End of this chapter)