Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 439 The Secret of the Letter

The atmosphere in the train compartment was tense, and everyone had their own thoughts.

Under the influence of this atmosphere, even Lupine began to worry about what foolish things Fudge would arrange after arriving at King's Cross Station.
He had an ominous premonition about this.

Fortunately, not long after, a gray-brown owl knocked on the window, interrupting the gloomy atmosphere.

It brought the Quidditch World Cup qualifier tickets that Wood had sent.

There was also a note attached to it:
Harry, the tickets for the World Cup Final haven't been sold yet.It is said that it will take two weeks, after all the qualifiers are over, to order in advance. I have prepaid for our Gryffindor team, as well as the first deposit for all the tickets for McGuffin, and I don't know if I can buy them.

It is said that this year because of the new broom, the Hornets also have a chance to enter the finals... If they really enter the finals, as I discussed earlier, I will mail the tickets for all the members of our Gryffindor team to you.

If not, I will try my best to buy tickets for the final for you through other channels, but it is estimated that I will not be able to go through internal channels at that time, the location will not be very good, and I may even not be able to buy them... After all, the entire British wizarding family is looking forward to this competition now, to sweep away the gloomy mood of the past two years.

In addition, there is a ticket for the Hornets qualifiers. I hope you and Ron can come and watch it. At that time, I may let you go to the lounge of a professional team to have a look.

I will write to you again soon.

By the way, say hello to McGuffin for me, I hurried to report to the Hornets, and did not formally say goodbye to him.

……

"It's the Hornets!?"

Ron held the two tickets, with a look of longing and disgust on his face.

"Too bad it's not the Chudley Cannons!"

"By the way, Harry, as I suggested earlier... you can come to live with us this summer, and we can watch the Quidditch World Cup together! How about it, Harry, let's go to the game together. Even if Wood doesn't get the in-app purchase ticket, my dad will definitely get it from Ludo Bagman. After all, this year's Quidditch World Cup will be held in England."

The suggestion cheered Harry up.

"McGuffin, Hermione, come along!"

Hermione agreed too.

McGuffin waved his hand, "You don't need to prepare tickets for me, I still have some things to deal with with Professor Dumbledore during the summer vacation! I don't know if I can take care of it."

"whats the matter?"

McGuffin hesitated for a moment, looked at Harry's curious eyes, and told a few people about Dumbledore and Fudge asking him to interrogate the Death Eaters.

"How is it possible! Did Dumbledore actually agree?"

"Albert! You can't..."

Lupine had been quietly listening to the conversation between McGuffin and Harry, but the subject McGuffin was now talking about was too much for him to bear.

He knew very well that the psychological trauma suffered by the little wizard when he was a child would leave an unforgettable shadow in his life.

"Interrogating Death Eaters... How could Dumbledore agree to such a thing! Doesn't he understand the impact of such a dark experience on a young wizard... simply..."

But as he spoke, he saw Harry's strange eyes, and even McGuffin himself was a little puzzled.

Lupine immediately remembered the miserable faces of the Death Eaters in the newspapers today.

If others don't know, doesn't he know?

The little wizard McGuffin... the scene of tearing up the Dark Lord that night... and the first time we met, this guy stuck his wand straight into the dementor, just like playing...

Leave a shadow on others, but this little wizard is intimidating others.

Perhaps... It was precisely because of this that Dumbledore let this little wizard participate in the interrogation of those Death Eaters, so as to break through the Occlumency of those criminals!

After thinking about it, Lupine lowered his head in embarrassment and tugged at the collar of his worn-out robe, as if tidying it up, avoiding the little wizard's eyes.

——The compartment fell silent, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Harry hastily interrupted, and led a few people to play a few magic card games to enliven the atmosphere, and he didn't bother to ask McGuffin the reason behind this.

At noon, the fat witch pushing the cart came to the cubicle.

McGuffin and the others found that the food placed on the small tea cart had turned into ready-made sandwiches, steak barbecue, fruit salad and other meals, and even the original magic drink had become milk or some kind of thick soup.

The Fat Witch explained,

Because [Honeydukes] was closed in Hogsmeade, they had to look for new suppliers, but even with a few days of buffer preparation, the magic candies and snacks they bought could only satisfy some little wizards, so they simply used the food from the Hogwarts kitchen as the students' lunch this time.

Despite the loss of chocolate frogs, rainbow magic cakes, ice cream cotton lollipops and other magical snacks... McGuffins are still very happy to eat.

Later in the afternoon, the little ADHD owl arrived outside the train with Blake's giant envelope anyway.

The poor little thing has been trying to keep up with the train, but the huge envelope is too heavy for its small body, and I don't know how many turns it took before it was discovered outside the window of their carriage.

In the end, it was Ron who spotted the little gray thing at a glance. He woke up some people who had passed out after eating and drinking, opened the window, pulled the envelope, and brought the little owl into the carriage.

"It's a letter from Sirius! Harry!" Ron yelled when he saw the signature 'Padfoot' on the envelope.

"Shh! Ron, do you want everyone to know about this?" Hermione woke up in a jerk, complaining dissatisfiedly.

Ron smiled mischievously, and they quieted down, listening carefully to the sounds in the corridor outside.

For some reason... de LS Malfoy's growling and screaming kept echoing in the hallway.

as if no one outside noticed
After everyone heaved a sigh of relief, they tore open the envelope, and (including Professor Lupine) read the contents together.

……

Dear Harry:
I hope this letter arrives before you arrive at your uncle's and aunt's.

I know those idiot Muggles are very repulsed by this kind of thing.Hopefully it won't cause any more trouble and distress to your life in their home.

Despite the note I wrote to you as a criminal to frighten them, under the persuasion of Professor Snape, I have realized that I was wrong.

Hope you start to learn to abide by some rules of Muggle society, after all you need to grow up too.

(Harry frowned. Although he had only been with Black, the godfather, for a short period of time, the tone, the choice of words...Harry always felt that something was wrong.)
I lived with Professor Snape in his old house.

I can't tell you where we are, in case you come looking for me, after all, you have too much wizard reporter's attention on you, which will make them notice my true identity.

This is a hassle.

And I'm a little skeptical that the overly lively owl is up to the job, but he's the best postman I've been able to find while hiding from XZ, and he does seem eager to do it.

By the way, during our short meeting, there is one thing I haven't had a chance to tell you, and that is that your Christmas present [Magic Lamp] was given to you by me.

Professor Snape has already criticized me for being too immature...Indeed, giving such a gift to a little wizard may expose my tracks...Well, after criticism, I admit this mistake, and promise not to make similar actions in the future.

(Seeing this, Lupine didn't know why he laughed, as if he was amused. He saw the little wizards staring at him curiously, and quickly motioned them to continue reading this letter.)

But at the time, the only person I knew and could rely on was Crookshanks.

This big clever cat went to the post office to order this owl, and then I used your name, wrote to Gringotts 711 from my own vault to pick up this former collection of our family, and gave it to you as your 13th birthday present.

("Look!" said Hermione triumphantly, "I told you it was from him, and . . . who is our smartest big cat!"

Hermione lifted Crookshanks very happily, and buried her face in its fluffy hair vigorously, rubbing and sucking very intimately, to express her love.

Ron curled his lips in disbelief. He squeezed Crookshanks' paw with his hand, and asked with a puzzled look on his face, "This guy is too smart, isn't he also an Animagus?"

Soon, Ron paid the price for his stinky mouth. His finger was scratched by Crookshanks' sharp claws. He groaned in pain and cursed Crookshanks again and again.

"Ah! Damn stinky cat!"

Hermione glared at the guy unhappily. )
By the way, I don't know if you know about this magic alchemy item.

It's not nearly as miraculous as it is supposed to be, but I've left something in it for you, and I think it's the perfect birthday present for you.

The secret order of the magic lamp is: "Harry! Happy Birthday!"

——I really want to wish you personally on your birthday!

(McGuffin muttered dissatisfiedly when he saw this, "What birthday gift do you give for Christmas? Who can guess this secret order!"

McGuffin was very concerned about the secret code that he could only solve by one step. )
And Professor Snape asked me to tell McGuffin Albert (if he's by your side) - soon, Professor Snape will pick him up in person to complete what Dumbledore asked.

Finally... if you need me, bring a letter.Your owl will find me.

I will write to you soon again.

— Padfoot
"This?"

After reading this letter from Black, Harry always felt that the contents of the letter... between the lines, everything was very wrong.

There is a kind of insincere, fake taste.

Although they only spent one night together, he could tell that Black couldn't write such content, especially the good things about Snape... He was criticized and guided by Snape, and he realized his mistake.

Putting himself in his shoes, Harry felt like he'd throw up if he was allowed to write a letter like this.

He looked at Lupine.

"Wait, here's another note!"

From the very beginning, Lupine had an inscrutable... some sort of wry smile on his face.

He pointed to the little gray owl that had been circling back and forth over the carriage. This little thing kept rising steeply, descending rapidly, circling back and forth in front of several people, making people dizzy. Finally, it screamed, pecked from the inside of the envelope, and pulled out a short note with great effort.

There are a few words written on it:
—I thought your friend Ron might like to keep the owl.

I was in his care during my time as Padfoot, and he lost his pet because of me. (At least I'm pretty sure this little owl isn't an Animagus anymore)
Ron stared at the note.

He grabbed the little owl that was flapping its wings excitedly and screaming constantly.

"this is mine?"

"Raise it?"

Ron carefully held the little owl in his hand, looked at the excited little guy, and asked himself a question again.

The little owl screamed lively and happily, and its body was constantly twisting. This small body seemed to be full of infinite vitality.

"It's mine!"

"I really can't thank Blake so much."

Ron lifted the little owl high, and this narrow-minded guy rubbed his cute little head just like Hermione did just now.

It made Hermione roll her eyes again.

At this time, Lupine pulled out his wand, and he smiled and said to them, "Harry, you are right to be suspicious, this is indeed not what Black originally wanted to say! I think this letter from this fellow Black must have been written under Snape's supervision. It's very interesting..."

"Give me that letter, Harry!"

Harry handed over the envelope in doubt.

"...This is a little trick we used when we were in school. It was Black who came up with it. This is also the basic magic of that [Marauder's Map]... Black guy!"

"When I read that Black mentioned the secret order of the magic lamp, I remembered...Harry, he and your father James were very obsessed with this kind of magic used for secrecy... They were particularly fascinated and left some kind of riddle for jokes...especially Filch."

Lupine smiled and shook his head. Under the curious gazes of several people, he spread the envelope, tapped the middle with his wand, and said, "Harry! Happy birthday!"

The words on the letter began to swim around like black tadpoles, rearranged, and formed new lines of writing.

"Lupine?" McGuffin asked curiously and excitedly, "This is so fun, can you teach me!"

Although Ron and Harry didn't say it explicitly, they obviously had the same thoughts!
"We don't have much time! It's impossible for me to teach you, let's read the letter first!" Lupine changed the topic,

The content of this reorganized letter is shorter than the original one, and the handwriting is much more scrambled and frantic.

Harry and the others were able to read word for word——

(End of this chapter)