All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 93 The Truth About the Past

When the two young people fell into silence, the sun outside the window immediately fell below the horizon.

The train stopped at the Hogwarts platform.

Harry walked out of the carriage in a daze, but instead of stepping off the platform, he arrived directly at Gryffindor's bedroom.

Back, the familiar four-poster bed, ancient masonry, tapestries, desks, coffee tables, and the familiar faces of Ron, Neville, Thomas, and Seamus.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron was surprised, "You seem unhappy?"

Harry shook his head and gave his friend a grateful look. Yes, he doesn't really have nothing, he still has friends.

"As long as you're okay, buddy. There's been a lot of weird things going on this Christmas, and Snape and Malfoy aren't at school. They must be up to something bad."

Harry's expression was strange, "Where is Professor McGonagall?"

"She's nice, but she seems busy. Also, I really don't like those guys at the Ministry of Magic. They put the Dementors in. They make everyone uncomfortable, but that can't be helped, Dumbledore." Lido is in the hospital, and there are too many prisoners who have escaped from Azkaban. Especially the guy named Sirius, he is a terrible person."

"Really?" Harry laughed inwardly and tiredly.

His eyes wandered around the dormitory, and he noticed Ron's pet rat Spots. It seemed to be seriously ill, with many hairs falling off its skin, and it was no longer willing to move.

"What happened to Scabbers?"

Ron let out an annoyed cry. "Who knows! He looks really tired. Scabbers is a very old mouse, and George said he might be dying."

"I remember you said that it has been in your house for more than ten years and is already a very long-lived mouse."

"That's right, poor Scabbers, I don't dare to take him out because the cat Hermione bought always wants to take him away."

"I'm sorry, Ron." His heartfelt sympathy not only comforted his companions, but made him feel much better.Harry discovered that he still had a conscience, and that he could grieve the loss of his friend.

Maybe all this isn't so bad, he just got rid of a few...

For a moment, it was like thunder and lightning struck through his mind, and Harry forced himself not to recall everything that happened in the early morning of December 28th. But his heart immediately fell into the ice hole. Everything sucks, so why deceive yourself? His family, his subordinates, his enemies, and the love of his parents have all been destroyed by the fire and the death curse.

In the past, Harry basically waited for death, and only Hogwarts was his home.

Can't afford to lose Hogwarts again.

Harry lay in bed, and the moment he closed his eyes, he fell into a nightmare.

Those miserable, burning faces were roaring at him in his sleep. The young man stood on the ground as cold as black iron, looking up at the corpses falling from the sky like raindrops.

"Harry." Someone was calling in a low voice, but Harry couldn't find where that person was. There were corpses everywhere, and there were countless dead souls floating in the atmosphere. Those wizards and witches were wearing strange clothes, and their deaths were miserable. It was like a magical world. Doomsday scene.

"Harry." The voice calling him became clearer.

"Harry!"

He woke up suddenly.

The scene in front of him changed again, he was in a dilapidated shack, and in front of him stood a shabby man.

"who are you?"

Harry looked around. It was midnight, fresh snow was leaking in through the broken doors and windows, and the dusty air was bitingly cold.

The man in front of him had a pitiful appearance, with the skin on his face clinging to the bones, like a mummy.

"I am Sirius Black. Your father's friend." The man who called himself Sirius looked unnaturally tense. "I escaped from Azkaban just to find you. Harry, I want to kill someone." , but not you. They all thought I was Voldemort’s lackey, but that’s not true! I want to find the real traitor.”

"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry covered his head tiredly.

"Harry! Look at me." Sirius grabbed his shoulders, his fingers like iron hooks, "When your parents secluded themselves in Godric's Hollow to avoid Voldemort's pursuit, they cast a spell on the house. The Loyalty Charm requires a secret keeper. As long as the secret is not leaked, no one can find the protected house. At first they asked me to be the secret keeper, but I felt unsafe, so I persuaded them to change the secret keeper."

What is the loyalty spell? What secret keeper? Harry still didn't understand the logic of this.

He had a severe headache and was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"Let him go!" Ron's cry came from outside the shack, and then a silent spell and red light shot out, knocking Sirius away.

Ron and Hermione rushed over, keeping Harry behind. "You villain, get the hell out of here! Don't try to hurt Harry!"

"Are you his friends? Harry, you have a group of good friends." Not only was Sirius not angry, he was also very happy for Harry, "I will tell each of you the truth. But before that..."

In the doorway of the shed came a ginger cat with a mouse in its mouth.

Ron screamed, "Scabbets!"

Then Hermione's cry: "Crookshanks!"

Harry stared blankly at the farce in front of him. Hermione's pet cat brought Ron's pet mouse over, and the sick mouse let out a miserable scream.

Sirius suddenly attacked Ron and Hermione and knocked their wands away with a disarming spell.

"Harry! You see clearly, this is not a mouse, he is an Animagus, he is Peter Pettigrew! He is Voldemort's lackey. It was he who revealed the secret and killed your parents!"

Sirius pointed his wand at Scabbers, "Reveal your true form! Damn it, did you hear that?"

Ron tried to rush forward and fight Sirius, but the cat named Crookshanks blocked him.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the lively shack, and a large group of people rushed over. It was Neville who informed the professors. They were accompanied by officials from the Ministry of Magic, Aurors, and a group of dementors.

The new Professor Lupin broke into the shed first, then Professor McGonagall, then Professor Flitwick...the Minister of Magic, the elite Auror...

The shack was packed with people.

God, it was overwhelming, everyone was talking, everyone was excited, Harry saw the expressions on this group of people, sad, angry, confused, cold, their mouths kept opening and closing, they kept talking, say!

"Quiet." Harry moaned weakly.

No one caught his words.

"I said, be quiet."

The Minister of Magic shouted loudly, and the dementors wandered outside the window. Everyone was arguing as hard as they could, and the noise was heartbreaking.

"I said - An! Jing!"

The roof of the shed exploded.

The reason was that the boy named Harry waved the elder wand in his hand.

Everyone seemed to have their throats strangled and couldn't make a sound.

The adults all stared at the wand in Harry's hand.

"That's... the Elder Wand?" an Auror asked gently.

The Elder Wand said: Yes.And answered his question with a Cruciatus Curse.

Everyone raised their wands and pointed them at Harry.