Chapter 129 Can you beat a cat? (First update~Please subscribe~)

"Being nosy like Lily?" Sirius said in a weird tone. It was hard for him to imagine the scene. James sternly told him to stop his prank.

"She's as smart as Lily." Lu Ping said helplessly, "Even sharper."

Having said this, he paused slightly, turned to look at Harry, and considered his words more carefully: "James may have gone too far when he was young."

"I will make some nasty jokes on some innocent people."

"but……"

Sirius tilted his head. He didn't really like that, but it was the truth.

"You can take it off, I'm not that fragile." Harry said coldly.

Lupine raised his hand and pressed Harry's shoulder: "James has shortcomings, but he is a good person."

"And he loves me very much and is a very good father." Harry continued.

Sirius' eyes widened: "Why? Peter is already dead."

Sirius curled his lips and began to feel aggrieved again: "Why, I didn't go to Diagon Alley, I was just in the castle..."

This title made Sirius couldn't help but grin.

"Then you just..." Hermione looked at Crookshanks. Just now, one person and one cat were communicating so smoothly. It didn't seem like they didn't understand cat language.

Ron nodded. At this point, he had a deep understanding: "Not everyone believes in Harry like we do. Even if it is revenge, Harry has killed someone after all."

Lupine explained patiently: "Now it's just that the Ministry of Magic knows that they need to review it. After the review, they will re-interrogate you. Only after they decide your charges will they cancel your current wanted order."

"What did you write?" Ron was curious.

As the report was published, the dementors also left Hogwarts.

Hermione was incredible.

Lupine said: "Snape is indeed so powerful now."

"How Sirius got away with it was also Harry's idea."

Harry corrected him: "First of all, Veritaserum is of no use to a master of Occlumency."

Sirius drooped his head.

"No need to ask! I already know that slug!" Sirius shouted, "He can't be a good person, just go and ask him!"

Sirius sighed and scratched his messy head: "Okay, I plan to go to Diagon Alley today. Harry, you want to come with me..."

Harry was very pleased.

Lupine was a little surprised: "Are you doubting Snape? But he..."

"The last Transfiguration Master of this century, don't you think that's a pretty good title?" Harry also comforted himself, "It's better than going back to Azkaban."

Harry said softly: "That spell is not effective on Snape, he is a master of Occlumency."

Hermione held the newspaper and frowned the more she read: "The Ministry of Magic is so shameless, how could they have the nerve to write like this!"

In the principal's office.

Ron clicked his tongue, thought for a while, brought Crookshanks back, flipped through the book, and whispered to him his thoughts on how to deal with a dog several times larger than himself.

Harry and the others changed positions in the corner.

Ron's expression was complicated: "Harry, he is your godfather."

"Harry did everything. Harry captured and killed Peter."

Sirius clenched his fists.

He looked pitifully and aggrievedly at Lupine and Harry: "Then what should I do?"

However, the holiday is not here, even if there is still one day, classes must still be held.

"Remember to become an Animagus." Lupine warned hurriedly.

"Impossible!" Sirius waved his hand and stood up from the bed, "How can that slug be so powerful?"

Harry said calmly: "Escape from Azkaban, illegal Animagus."

It doesn’t matter if you don’t have any brains, at least say a few words and your mood will become happy.

"Wanted posters are not only found in castles." Harry interrupted, his tone as gentle as coaxing a child, "Little wizards also know."

Are there all such people?

Hermione was shocked and stammered: "Harry, you said you don't know cat language!"

Before Christmas.

"It's just a guess." Harry shook his head, "Since you don't know, I'll ask Dumbledore when I get a chance."

"He is a master of potions. He is recognized as such and no one questions him."

"I certainly won't." Harry looked innocent.

"I heard Lupine say last night, don't you know a spell that can make people tell the truth? Just use that spell on him."

Crookshanks purred, a little dissatisfied.

The magical flames kept them warm, just like in front of a fireplace.

"Then let's just hang him up. I remember Remus, you know how to brew Veritaserum? Fill him with a bottle and let him spit out the truth."

Little wizards are reluctant to go to the Great Hall for dinner on Sunday, especially on such a cold day. Is it because the quilt is uncomfortable or because the house elf is not easy to use?

Hedwig visited all the pet shops in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, and no one could do it better than Petunia.

"Not yet." Harry and Lupine shook their heads together.

Sirius had a bad feeling.

Harry and Lupine nodded.

"You have to know that there are many wizards who are not very normal. Even if they see someone killing a chicken, they will accuse that person of being a dark wizard."

This world is really scary.

Sirius rolled his eyes and looked at Harry: "Harry, Remus said that you inherited Lily's brain, so you should also be very good at potions?"

Hermione handed him the newspaper and combed Crookshanks expressionlessly: "The Ministry of Magic obviously did nothing and put something as dangerous as a Dementor into the castle."

Harry looked at him, a little strange: "I know."

The more she talked about it, the more she gritted her teeth.

"Very good." Harry glanced at the newspaper, "Fudge's stupidity can sometimes lead to good things."

Crookshanks howled a few times to express his opinions.

There are only five days left of Christmas, and the atmosphere is gathering more and more enthusiasm.

Sirius opened his mouth wide: "Oh, yes, there is such a thing."

Sirius sighed.

Hermione was dubious.

Lupine sighed.

The notice was sent to Sirius on Wednesday. He was going to the Ministry of Magic to review what happened thirteen years ago. On Saturday, he would make up for the trial process that did not exist thirteen years ago.

Harry nodded: "But I don't question Professor Snape's achievements in potions."

Sirius was surprised: "Just him?"

Crookshanks stood up on Hermione's lap and meowed a few more times.

"Crime? What other charges do I have?" Sirius was confused.

In the Gryffindor common room.

Crookshanks shook his head dissatisfiedly, jumped off his lap, ran to the fireplace, and huddled up in a ball.

Sirius shook his head and said in a very tenacious tone: "I question it."

"He went to Diagon Alley to buy cat food for you." Harry took the newspaper handed over by Ron, "And a big dog has been restrained for thirteen years. It's easy to have no burden anymore. It's not allowed to run around for a few laps.

, I’ll probably be back before Christmas.”

"As long as you don't be impulsive, Fudge will solve these troubles for you." Harry said, paused slightly, "If his brain is still at the same level as the last time I saw him."

Monday night.

On the 19th, this news was published in the Daily Prophet.

Lupine breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sirius hasn't come back yet." Harry answered him first.

In the new week, it brings an unparalleled shock to all wizards.

Sirius frowned: "I don't want to."
To be continued...