94 Diagon Alley

Awesome!" said Hermione, giving Ron a reproachful look, as he seemed to be about to burst out laughing.

"Yeah...it must have been unchained," said Hagrid, looking happily over the field. "I was worried this morning.. afraid that it might meet Professor Lupin on the field, but Lupin said he didn't eat anything last night..."

"What?" Harry asked quickly.

"Oops, didn't you hear?" said Hagrid, smiling a little. He lowered his voice, even though no one was around. "Oh - Snape told all the students at Slytherin House this morning...I thought everyone knew by now that Professor Lupin is a werewolf, understand and he was walking around the grounds and the Forbidden Forest so late. Now he's in Pack your bags, it's natural."

Harry and Hermione both struggled to get out of bed when they heard about it, to visit their favorite Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

Gwen in the other bed was coping with the twins, and Fred kept asking her for details of last night's events.

"Damn, if it wasn't for the O.W.L.s, we could go together. Is that cage any good?"

"Good for..."

"So that's true? Peter is the criminal who killed the whole street?"

"Really..."

"And what? You really kicked Professor Snape?"

"Yes...I actually attacked the professor again this year..."

"Fantastic! Gwen! Then..."

"...then why don't you greet our little brother Ron?" George, who had been silent, interrupted Fred's questioning and pushed the chattering tall redhead to another hospital bed forward.

Then George pursed his lips and stared at Gwen's face.

She rubbed the flesh of her cheek, "Don't stare at me like that, George."

George didn't blink, "Never do this next time."

"No what?"

"Don't you have a good memory, Gwen? Last year you were in the back room, and if we hadn't arrived just in time, you would have been swallowed by the basilisk. This year, you ran off to join Death Eater A murderer and a werewolf..." Then he said solemnly, "I will never allow you to do such a dangerous thing again."

Gwen just wanted to hide under the quilt, she - the great inventor - fourth grade Gryffindor, was taught as a child by the mischief king in the medical wing.

And George clearly didn't let her go, "You gotta swear, Gwen."

"Okay, I swear." Gwen shivered and pretended to be weak. "Next time, if you're not here," she held out her little hand and pointed to the Weasley twins, "I Definitely not doing something so dangerous - trust me, I'd love to walk around Harry and the others at the end of the term."

George looked at her dubiously for a while, then helped Gwen break the chocolate into small pieces. "If you're so reckless -- even I think it's reckless -- you'll have to be put in a rat cage."

Gwen covered his stomach, "Please, don't mention the rat again, and don't use it to tease me, I'm going to vomit." Then there were slender fingers and a piece of chocolate was stuffed into it her mouth.

As for Ron on the hospital bed, he was telling Fred about yesterday's adventures. At this moment he caught sight of George who was feeding Gwen chocolate.

"Fred, when will the two of them get married?" Ron asked solemnly.

His brother slapped his broken leg with a slap, "I think it's still early - Ron, your emotional intelligence is not much different from a dog."

Ron was crying, and Sirius let out a leaky, weak laugh.

Summer of 1994

The day before the Hogwarts summer vacation, the owl burst into the Great Hall like a full cloud. The breakfast prepared by the elves was swept away by the messengers.

Almost all students receive a letter or the latest Daily Prophet.

"It seems that in order to save its image, the Ministry of Magic has retrialed the case as quickly as possible." Hermione read today's headlines at a glance. Gwen never had a good impression of this newspaper, so she didn't subscribe and asked her to borrow it.

The front page of the Daily Prophet contained a full page of a photo of a handsome man standing in the dark stone walls of the Wizengamot courtroom, torches The light is dim and gloomy. He was surrounded by fifty wizards in fuchsia robes with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on the left front chest. In the photo, he was acquitted, but he didn't look relieved at all. Instead, he looked into the distance with melancholy eyes.

Several senior witches looked at the photo and shed tears of empathy, wanting to jump into the photo and give him a soothing hug.

"Harry," Gwen pointed to the witches who were watching over and over again, "those girls want to be your godmother."

The big boy almost squirted pumpkin juice out of his nostrils, "Merlin, they are about my age."

Hermione, who had seen everything, commented disdainfully: "There are a few guys in there who called Sirius a deadly Death Eater a week ago."

Harry hurriedly ate a piece of sausage to suppress his shock, "I'll move to Sirius for the holidays, and I'll tell him to keep his eyes open."

Gwen shrugged, she felt that Blake was not in the mood to fall in love for a while, and when he was in the medical wing, he kept a long list to make up for his godson's missing wizard childhood. In order not to spoil Harry's surprise, Gwen decided not to tell him about Black's list of items such as "Thirty Quidditch Foul Tips", "A Few Spells Against the Spooky Slytherin", "In Racing in front of Muggle police" and "Teach Harry how to take the initiative in a relationship".

Then she and Katie perused the news about the trial.

"...Interrogators: Minister of Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge; Director of Magical Law Enforcement Division Amelia Susan Burns; Senior Deputy Minister Dorothy Rhys Jane Umbridge..." Katie read aloud.

"Why is Dumbledore not here? He's been chief wizard of Wizengamore for a long time..." Gwen chimed in.

Katie rolled her eyes, "If you don't interrupt me, you'll hear right away - Defence Witness: Albus Percival Wulfric Bry En Dumbledore, Severus Snape."

"His name is really long, and Snape actually testified." Gwen snickered, "I can think of how dark his face is."

"If I were you," Fred and George belatedly, squeezed between Harry and Gwen, "I'd be more worried about surviving Potions next year. , Gwen."

The client lost his appetite. Fortunately, Katie read it with interest.

"…Defend witness Snape testified that Peter Pettim had gone from a rat to a wizard, an illegitimate Animagus, in his presence. Pettim Twelve years in hiding in a wizarding family." Katie shook her head randomly, "It's scary, whoever has such an old man at home - I'd vomit just thinking about it."

All the redheads at the table clapped their hands together, and Ginny's fork made a harsh squeak on the plate. Ron showed a slug in his stomach.

Gwen took the Daily Prophet from Katie's hand, "Let me see what else is written on it?" ', I remember them being senior members of the Wizengamot, 'thinking that it was a huge mistake to detain Sirius without any trial.'"

She skipped the segment about how Peter betrayed the Potters and sold their address to Voldemort, and continued, "For twelve years, everyone believed him to be a traitor and a servant of Voldemort. Sirius Black is believed to have killed Peter and a Muggle in a street. The reason why he didn't go mad under the torture of Dementors for more than ten years is because he soberly knows he is innocent."

This time even Katie was moved, grabbed the newspaper and recited it affectionately.

"We don't know how he escaped the heavily guarded Azkaban and swam the deep sea with a strong will, just to see his godson whom he hadn't seen in twelve years, risking his life Danger protected him and caught the traitor with her own hands." She sniffled, and then changed the subject, "Of course, this also means that the Ministry of Magic has played an incompetent figure in this incident. Sentenced, let the criminals escape now, we have to remind the relevant departments. Be optimistic about those cunning and evil criminals - now that you know Pettim is an Animagus, the Ministry of Magic may grant a special fund to Azka Ben bought some animal cages."

"Ha!" Gwen broke the moving atmosphere, "Brothers, can we make some more money from them." She hooked George's neck.

George was frightened by her arm, and Harry poured a bowl of cold water without raising his head: "Dumbledore said he took your mouse cage with him Ministry of Magic, they just stayed."

"Alas," Gwen retracted his arms and sighed, "Just treat me as a charity for Azkaban."

"Look for the best, Gwen," said Ron, wrestling with the biggest drumstick on the table. "He's not going to escape now!"

"Indeed, the cage also clipped his tail." Gwen turned to a photo in the back of the newspaper, and the wretched Peter was wearing a tattered prison uniform, standing in the Wizengamore trial The center of the room shivered. There was blood on his trousers.

When the boys heard the words, they all came over to look at the photos carefully, and finally concluded by the fearless Fred.

"So the wizard's tail also grows on his butt." Then he touched his own