The winter sun set early, and a ray of golden sunlight passed through the cover of the leaves, shot into a hidden tree hole in the Forbidden Forest, and shone on a man.
Inside the tree hole, Sirius Black’s body was curled up in an extremely uncomfortable position. He was covered in scars all over his body from fighting werewolves, and his dirty and tangled hair hung down to his elbows. He suffered from long-term malnutrition and running around for days. His face was very thin and haggard, but there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth.
He was thinking about what the boy named Aiwen had said in Hogsmeade yesterday.
As long as the grievances are washed away, he can return to the world, and he can live with James' son Harry Potter.
Blake, who has always been fearless and fearless, suddenly became a little nervous. He didn't know how to perform his duties as a godfather.
He had never had a similar experience before, and the happiness came too suddenly.
His father's stern, old-fashioned, and pedantic face appeared in his mind, and he shook his head. Since he ran away from home at the age of sixteen, he had never seen his parents, and never returned to that house. A place called home.
The noblest and oldest Black family? !
A hint of sarcasm emerged from the corner of Sirius' mouth, except for the worthless pure blood theory, he seemed to be unable to think of other aspects of his father.
Maybe, I should be like James' father, funny, kind, and friendly, with an encouraging and tolerant attitude
Just when Black was thinking about how he should get along with Harry, suddenly in the distance, there was a crunching sound of stepping on the snow and fallen leaves in the woods, and something was approaching.
He immediately became vigilant and suddenly turned over and got up from the ground.
Black squinted his eyes, and with the afterglow of the setting sun, he saw a ginger-colored figure appear in his field of vision, it was Crookshanks, and it seemed to bring something.
Crookshanks came over and bowed his head affectionately, handed a piece of paper to Black, then jumped sideways onto a branch beside him, whining contentedly.
Blake squinted, looking at the note in his hand.
On it is the new password for the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, which Ivan asked Crookshanks to send over.
Unable to explain why, he suddenly had an ominous premonition.
He hesitated, then turned and turned into a huge black dog.
Black is going to the castle, and he can't wait to catch Peter Pettigrew.
As for the plan with Ivan, he doesn't care, he has to act according to his own ideas.
In the morning, he saw that the students had all left by train, and there was no one else in the castle, and no one could stop him from catching the mouse.
Ten minutes later, a huge bear-like black dog and a ginger cat appeared on the Hogwarts grounds, and the two of them deftly walked around Hagrid's cabin.
Fang was barking wildly from inside the house, it was Hagrid's hound. It saw Black and Crookshanks passing through the grounds from the window, and it reminded Hagrid, but Hagrid didn't look back, he was busy preparing Buckbeak's food, a big plate of dead ferrets.
He was temporarily living with Buckbeak until the Hazardous Creatures Commission hearing took place, and he had to make sure it wasn't causing trouble.
Black and Crookshanks entered the castle, followed the empty stairs to the Gryffindor common room.
Standing in front of the portrait, Blake shook his body.
"A dog and a cat?! Do you know the password? Without the correct password, I won't let you in!" Sir Cadogan seemed to have drunk too much. He stood up staggeringly, his body There was a sound from the armor, and finally he had to insert the ridiculously large saber into the ground to support his body.
"Dirty mongrel!" said Blake in a low voice, already transformed.
"You too, Mr. Disguised as a dog!" Sir Cadogan took another sip of his wine, he didn't seem to recognize that Black was not a student of Gryffindor College at all.
Or to be precise, as long as he has the correct password, he doesn't care who the other party is.
The portrait unscrewed, and Blake crawled inside.
Behind him, the two former Hogwarts headmasters who had been drinking with Sir Cadogan looked at him in surprise. They looked at each other and then disappeared into the frame.
The common room was very quiet, and Black was about to go to Harry's bedroom.
He'd seen it many times before, Peter Pettigrew's rat in the jacket pocket of the red-haired boy next to Harry.
He had just taken two steps forward when he saw Harry and Hermione passed out on the ground.
Blake stopped abruptly, a trace of astonishment flashed across his tired face, and the bad feeling in his mind reappeared and became stronger.
"Harry, Hermione, wake up, why are you lying here, what happened?"
Black shook Harry, his hands shaking uncontrollably from the tension.
"You are..." Harry woke up, looked at Black in confusion, and then seemed to remember, a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes, "Sirius Black?!"
Black nodded, looking at Harry too, tears welling in his eyes.
He seemed to have a thousand words, but didn't know what to say. All he knew was that the boy in front of him was the son of his best friend James.
The thirteen-year-old Harry looks very similar to James back then, and Black almost had the illusion that he saw James in his school days again.
Except for those green eyes, Harry's eyes resembled his mother Lily's.
Looking at Harry, Black opened his mouth and closed it again, so that several times, he seemed to have lost the ability to speak, each time the words came to his mouth and swallowed back.
"Oh, Mr. Black, Sirius?" Hermione's voice came over suddenly, and she said timidly, "Can I call you that?"
Black was genuinely taken aback by that address, and stared at Hermione as if he'd long since forgotten that someone else would address him so politely.
"You shouldn't be here now, you will be found out!"
"That's right!" Harry seemed to have just remembered such a thing, he suddenly got up from the ground, and said hastily, "I heard from Ivan that you should come here again at eight o'clock in the evening. "
"I don't care, I don't care about being discovered." Black's voice was extremely hoarse, "Where is that mouse, where is Peter Pettigrew?"
Harry and Hermione glanced at each other hurriedly, looking at each other in panic.
They suddenly realized that they had no idea where Peter Pettigrew was, and that he was supposed to be with Ron.
Ron stunned them with a stun spell just now, and then ran away with Peter Pettigrew.
They must be plotting something, and Black is in a very dangerous situation now.
"You should get out of here at once, Sirius!" said Harry hastily.
"I think it's too late for him to escape!" Just as Harry finished speaking, a cold voice came in.
The three turned their heads hastily, and they saw that the door of the portrait was opened again, and Severus Snape walked in slowly, pointing his wand directly at Black. (.)