Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 100: The illusion of burying the truth

　　 Speaking of, about Sirius Black's injustice and imprisonment, Maca just remembered it. But once the result is known, it is naturally much easier to query the data and deduct the event process than to analyze it from scratch.

　　 However, the professors almost didn't believe Maca's argument at all.

　　 Among them, Hagrid's reaction was the most intense.

　　 "I met him!" Hagrid said loudly, "Before that happened, I must be the last person to see him!"

　　"After those people were killed, I rescued Harry from James and Lily’s house! He was in the ruins of the house...Poor little thing, with a long line on his forehead Long wounds, and his parents are dead..."

　　"At that moment, Sirius Black appeared and rode on his usual flying motorcycle! I never knew what he was doing there—I didn’t know he was the secret of James and Lily ."

　　 "At the time I thought he had heard the news of the mysterious man's attack. He went there to help his good friend! He was pale and trembling..."

　　 Having said that, Hagrid suddenly roared: "Do you know what I did? I comforted the murderous traitor!"

　　 "Hagrid, don't!" Professor McGonagall said, "lower your voice!"

　　 "Oh-sorry, Maca, I am not angry with you," Hagrid put his thick arm around Maca's shoulder, "You are too young to understand the good and bad people sometimes It's hard to tell-I made a mistake at the time!"

　　 "But at the time, how did I know that he was not sad for Lily and James—he cared about mysterious people!" Hagrid said dejectedly, "Then he said,'Give me Harry, Hagrid , I am his godfather, I will take care of him——'."

　　 "Ha! But Dumbledore told me, so I said to Blake, "No, Dumbledore said Harry should go to his aunt and uncle." Of course Blake disagreed, but I insisted, and finally he Give in-he told me to ride his motorcycle to send Harry there."

　　 "'I don't need this motorcycle anymore', I remember clearly, he said so!"

　　"At that time, I should have known what was suspicious in it. He loved that motorcycle, why did he give it to me? Why does he no longer need that motorcycle? In fact, this couldn’t be easier to understand— —Dumbledore knew that he was once the secret of the Potters! Black knew he was going to run for his life that night, and knew that the Ministry of Magic would come and hunt him in a few hours!"

　　"But what if I give Harry to him? I bet he will throw Harry off the motorcycle into the sea halfway through! His best friend's son!"

　　 At this point, Hagrid lowered his head in distress, took a sip of wine and stopped talking.

　　 There was a long silence for everyone.

　　 After a while, Ms. Rosmerta couldn’t help it anymore. She asked again: “So, what is the curse of fidelity?”

　　 "That is a very profound spell," Maca explained, "The principle involves soul and contract, and it may even be with..."

　　Speaking of this, Macka paused before continuing: "Well, in simple terms, it means using magic to hide a secret in the soul of a living person. The secret is hidden in the chosen person, and It is in the heart of the "secret person". As long as the confidential person refuses to disclose, then others will never know what the secret is hiding."

　　 At this time, Professor Flitwick continued: "Yes, as long as the secretive refuses to speak, the mysterious man will search the village where the Potters have lived for many years, and I will never reach them even if he is in their living room. I can’t find my nose even if I squashed it on the glass window outside!"

　　Maca couldn't help but glance at Flitwick.

　　 I can’t tell, Flitwick might still be a divination professor or something—Voldemort’s nose was indeed flat afterwards!

　　 Ms. Rosmerta was very happy that she knew so many secrets, she couldn't help but comforted: "But he didn't find a way to hide, did he? The Ministry of Magic caught him the next day!"

　　 "Oh, it would be fine if we caught him," Fudge said painfully, "it was not us who found him. It was Peter Pettigrew, who was another friend of Potter's. He must be sad and mad. ——He knew that Blake was once the secret of the Potters, so he went after Blake himself."

　　 "Little star Peter...that fat little boy, the one who has been following them at Hogwarts?" Rosmerta asked.

　　 "He admires Potter and Black as heroes," said Professor McGonagall. "If he is clever, he was never in their gang. I am often fierce to him. You can imagine that when I know--"

　　 Her voice was astringent, as if she had a cold suddenly.

　　 "In fact, if he is the secret, he is the one who betrayed the Potters. I can't believe it." Professor McGonagall said with red eyes, "That little guy has always been so timid. , How could he—"

　　 "Yeah! He was brave once, but only once—" Hagrid agreed, and suddenly sobbed.

　　 "Well, Minerva," Fudge said comfortingly, "Peter Pettigrew is a hero! The witnesses at the time-I mean the Muggles on that street, we erased them naturally afterwards. Memories—They described how Peter Pettigrew pushed Black to the Jedi. Peter sobbed and said, “Lily and James... Sirius! How can you do that!” Then he took up his wand— Of course, Black was much faster than him, and Peter was blown to pieces like that!"

　　Professor McGonagall blew his nose and said excitedly: "Stupid boy, silly boy... He is always terrible in duels! The Ministry of Magic should do it..."

　　 "I tell you, if I catch Black before Peter Pettigrew, I don't need a magic wand-I will break his limbs one by one!" Hagrid roared.

　　 "You don't know what you're talking about, Hagrid!" Fudge said sharply. "Only the trained hitters of the Magic Law Enforcement team may be able to defeat Black before he is in desperation! At that time! I am the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magical Disasters, and I was the first group to rush to the scene after Black killed so many people. I—I will never forget that scene."

　　 "Sometimes I still dream of it! There is a big hole in the middle of the street, so deep that the sewer pipe below is also broken-there are corpses everywhere! The Muggles screamed, and Black stood there laughing wildly. The remains of Peter Pettigrew is right in front of him. That pile of blood-stained robes and not much—"

　　 "Oh...not many pieces..."

　　 Fudge stopped suddenly, followed by the sound of five people blowing their noses.

　　Maca looked at them, he blinked, wondering if he needed to cooperate or something.

　　 In fact, his goal has already been achieved.

　　 Maca didn't intend to persuade them. All his words were addressed to Black outside the window. When he saw the window glass moved, he knew that today's plan was completely completed.

　　 And now, he only needs to drink the greasy sweet butterbeer and leave here normally, nothing more.

　　 When the adults were about to get up and leave, Maca sent them an invitation to attend the open-air party tonight.

　　Whether it is to bless the graduates or to protect the students from being disturbed by dementors, at least, the professors are very willing to attend this evening party.

　　 Even the Minister of Magic Fudge agreed to Maca, and he wanted to show his face at the party!

　　As the door of the tavern was opened, and with another burst of snowflakes being rolled into the house, they all walked out of the three broomsticks. After saying goodbye to them, Maca left in the other direction.

　　When Maca was passing by the side of the alley, Blake was hiding in the shadows, his eyes fixed on Maca, not knowing what he was thinking.

　　……

　　 Harry is not very clear about how he returned to the cellar of the Honey Duke, and how he went into the tunnel to enter the castle again.

　　 What he knows is that the journey back doesn't seem to take much time, and he hardly notices what he is doing because his mind is full of the things he just heard.

　　 Why didn’t anyone tell him? Dumbledore, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, Connelly Fudge... even Maca! They all know that his parents were betrayed to death by their best friends!

　　 But why has no one ever told him about this?

　　 Ron and Hermione were worried about Harry~IndoMTL.com~ so they followed him all the way back to Hogwarts. They watched Harry nervously, but didn't know what to say.

　　While eating dinner, Ron and Hermione realized that the students dining in the hall today are a bit sparse-many people have gone to the open-air party hosted by Maca.

　　 After the meal, Harry quietly went to the empty dormitory and walked towards his bedside table.

　　 He pushed the book aside, and quickly found what he was looking for—it was a leather album that Hagrid gave him two years ago, and it contained magical photos of his parents.

　　He sat on the bed, pulled up the curtain around the bed, and started flipping through the album page by page until...

　　He stopped on a photo of his parents’ wedding day. His dad was beckoning to him, smiling, his messy black hair inherited by Harry standing up in all directions.

　　 There is also a mother in the photo, and her cheeks are filled with joy because of happiness. She stood arm in arm with her father, and... it must be him, their best man!

　　 Harry had never thought of him before.

　　If he didn't know that it was the same person, he would never guess that the person in this old photo was Black.

　　His face is not as sunken and sallow as in the Ministry of Magic notice. He is handsome and grinning.

　　 Was he already working for Voldemort when he took this photo? Is he already planning to kill the two people around him? Did he know that he was going to face 12 years of Azkaban life, facing 12 years that would make him unrecognizable?

　　 Harry closed the album with a "pop", reached out and stuffed it into the bedside table.