Harry Potter's Catastrophe

"Forget it, let's take it back to the dormitory." Carney didn't plan to eat it now. Today's breakfast was bread, porridge, and eggs.

The hoot of an owl sounded, and the delivery owls flew in one after another. Carney protected his porridge to prevent any strange things from falling.

Neville subscribed to the Daily Prophet this semester. Ron couldn't afford it, but it was enough for one person in the dormitory to subscribe.

"The truth about killing the Potters was revealed. Sirius Black was acquitted and had been in prison for eleven years. However, the real murderer, Peter Pettigrew, who had been at large for eleven years, had been arrested and was about to be pressured to Azerbaijan. Zikaban…”

Neville read out the incident on the front page and handed the newspaper to Carney.

"Oh, so haggard, eleven years of hard life in prison..." The Blake in the newspaper looked haggard, and his body looked skeletal, but his eyes were full of energy.

"It seems that's just like that in Azkaban. Let's go and have a look inside someday." Passed the newspaper to Hermione.

"Now I think about the rats that Ron put in the dormitory before, and I feel scared. They killed Muggles in a street." Neville smacked his lips and said.

"How was Scabbers discovered? The newspaper didn't say how he was caught." Hermione said. "Professor Dumbledore and the others seemed to know it all of a sudden. Otherwise, Scabbers would have been discovered in the first semester."

"Who knows, I just hope Peter Pettigrew won't run away." Carney said casually.

"Azkaban is the strongest prison in the wizarding world, and the guards are also the strictest. So far, no fugitive has escaped. How could Peter Pettigrew be possible?" Hermione had borrowed related books before, and specially read them. Dementors and Azkaban.

"Just because it didn't happen before doesn't mean it won't happen in the future." But it seemed to have happened before, and Barty Crouch Jr., the son of the Director of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, came out of it.

He used Polyjuice Potion to change his appearance with his mother, and came out easily.

Dementors don't rely on eyesight, but on living people's perception. As long as the number of people is correct, it doesn't matter who you are locked in.

"Do you need to go in and demonstrate it to us?" Hermione said.

"No, no, this opportunity is reserved for those who need it."

"Are you going back to the common room?" Carney asked, bringing breakfast to Harry and the others.

"We're going to the library to get a seat." Neville raised the book in his hand.

"Okay, Wingardium Leviosa." Carney floated a few plates of food, enough for Harry and the three of them to eat, took the cake and went ahead.

In front of the common room, a tall and thin man argued with the fat lady in front of her.

"Let me in, I'm here to see Harry." The man had long black curly hair and was wearing a black suit with white stripes.

"No, you must have a password to enter." The fat lady insisted on the bottom line and said with her waist.

"Then I'll wait outside." The man with long curly hair said. "You should always open the door when someone comes out."

"I won't let you in without a password," said the fat lady.

"I was also a Gryffindor student before. Don't you recognize me?" the curly-haired man said.

"I see new faces every year, and I remember so many. Don't even think about entering without the password." said the fat lady.

"I'm Black! I often go out to play in the middle of the night." Sirius Black said.

"Sirius Black?" Carney was sure after hearing him say it himself. Although he had seen it in the newspaper just now, there was still some difference. It was still possible to regain his figure in a day.

"Do you know me?" Sirius Black turned around and found a little wizard floating breakfast standing next to him.

"I read the Prophet's morning report. You are here to see Harry, right?" Carney walked to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Yes, you know Harry?" Blake said.

"Of course, he's so famous. Dragon dung!" Carney said, and the portrait of the Fat Lady moved out of the passageway of the Gryffindor common room.

"Thank you." Blake said to the fat lady and also to Carney, bending down and entering the passage.

"You're welcome." Carney followed.

"Hello." Blake smiled and greeted the people in the common room, then found a sofa to sit down.

The people in the common room smiled and nodded at him, but they still looked at him with some doubts. After all, this person didn't look like a student. Could it be that he was a new teacher.

Carney controlled his breakfast and walked up the stairs. He stopped halfway and looked at Blake who was rubbing his thigh pants with his palms on the sofa.

"Won't you come up together?"

"Huh? Go upstairs? What are you doing?" Blake planned to wait for Harry to come down in the common room and give him a surprise, what he thought was a surprise.

I was still a little nervous, Dumbledore hadn't told Harry yet, but he couldn't wait any longer.

"Aren't you looking for Harry?"

"Do you know which dormitory Harry is in?" Sirius said as he stood up.

"Yeah, right." Carney went upstairs, and Blake followed.

Pushing open the dormitory door, Harry and the others hadn't gotten up yet, but Seamus was already doing his homework on the table while waiting for Carney to bring breakfast.

"Here we are." Seamus dropped his quill and pushed the book aside.

"What is this?" He asked after seeing someone behind Carney.

"Well, Harry's godfather, Sirius Black." He put the dinner plate on the table, took the cake back to his bed, and put it on the bedside table.

"Hello, I'm Black, a graduate of Gryffindor." Black greeted Seamus with a smile. It turned out that the little wizard leading the way was Harry's roommate.

He even brought breakfast to Harry. It seemed that Harry had made some good friends. Blake looked at his surroundings and looked back and forth between the two quilts.

"Hello, we heard from Hagrid about you, Harry's father's good friend, Harry is here." Seamus picked up the bread and ate it, then went to Harry's bedside and called him, "Harry! Get up quickly!"

Harry's father's good friend, well, it was his own fault, told Peter where the James family was hiding, and Black felt guilty at the thought.

Even though he had been in prison for eleven years, he still felt sorry for them, especially Harry. James had said he would be Harry's godfather, but he almost killed him.

"Yeah~" Harry stood up and rubbed the gum in his eyes. "You guys got up really early."

"Harry, look who's here," Seamus said.

"You are...Sirius Black!" Harry put on his glasses. He had pictures of Black, with his parents and Hagrid.

"Harry!" Blake whispered.

Harry rolled out of bed and hugged Black, his godfather who had been wrongfully tortured by Dementors in Azkaban for eleven years.

"Harry, I'm so happy to see you again!" Blake was so excited that he almost cried.

"Me too," said Harry.

"I'm sorry about your parents." Blake said lowly.

"Don't say that, it's not your fault," Harry said. "It's all Peter Pettigrew."

"That damn Wormtail has suffered a lot now, but he still can't relieve my hatred." Black said bitterly, if it weren't for so many Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, he would have beaten the stinky rat to pieces long ago.

He actually had the honor to live next to Harry. How could he have the honor? He killed Harry's parents. Fortunately, Principal Dumbledore saw through his disguise.

Who can guarantee that he will not attack Harry at any time, or betray them again.

"Is it true?" Harry asked.

"What?"

"My father asked you to be my godfather." Harry looked at Black, he really wanted to have a godfather, and was very happy when Hagrid said that he had a godfather.

"Am I still qualified? I'm sorry for your father and mother." Black said lowly. How could he be qualified to be Harry's godfather? Let Harry call him godfather.

"Of course you are my father's best friend!" said Harry.

"Thank you, Harry." Tears almost came to the corners of Blake's eyes when he heard these words, and he hugged Harry tightly.

"Ahem." Seamus ate too quickly and choked on the bread. It was too fascinating to watch the show for so long.

Carney is also watching the development of the plot. It's all going too fast, so what should I play next semester?

There seems to be Lupin, but now that Black is out, I don't know who will take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class next semester.

It's not Lockhart anyway. I have to find a way to deal with him this semester. Maybe I don't have to do it myself. I just don't know if Voldemort's curse is too strong.

"Okay, Harry, you can have breakfast first." Blake let go of Harry in embarrassment, almost crying in front of his younger brother.

"Well, let's eat together and talk to me about my father." Harry said.