Hogwarts: The Book of Laws

In the end, it was Snape who settled the matter.

Lien was right. The aftermath of this incident was caused by him losing the Bilov potion. Moreover, he knew that the effect of the potion he refined himself was not something that little wizards could solve.

Snape also used the Restoration Charm to restore the entire corridor to its original appearance.

This made Filch quite critical, but he still didn't dare to vent it out.

At the same time, Hermione's Occlumency was also progressing very quickly. The teaching that was originally scheduled for two months was now completed in one month, and also ended with Rean's actual combat training.

"Okay, your current level is sufficient, and the next step is the result of more practice." Snape said, and then left the classroom on the fifth floor.

Of course, the combat dolls and other equipment in the classroom were still placed far away, and Snape did not take back the classroom, as if he had given permission for Rean to continue using it.

Time flies to October 31st, which is Halloween. This is also the day when Professor Quirrell lets the troll enter Hogwarts.

It seemed that the wings of a butterfly named Lean flapped slightly, causing the entire destiny to change.

The first thing that happened was that Hermione did not sit with Ron, but with a girl in the same dormitory, which made the heroine of the Halloween troll incident disappear directly.

Of course, the story will continue to be told.

"Look, that girl started running towards Slytherin again. She is simply the Black of Gryffindor. One day, she will fall into the embrace of dark magic like Black. This is really scary."

Having just finished the Charms class, Ron looked at Hermione running out of the classroom door and said to Harry next to him.

"Maybe, by the way, who is Black?" Harry didn't care about this, but was very interested in the Black mentioned by Ron.

Harry, who had just entered the wizarding world, was full of interest in everything, perhaps because this was the place where his parents had lived.

"Black, he is from a pure-blood family. His whole family is Slytherin, but Black is the only one who is a Gryffindor." Ron said as he walked forward.

"I heard that he and your parents were good friends when they were in school. Oh, I'm sorry." At this moment, Lean seemed to suddenly realize something, and after saying sorry to Harry, he stopped talking.

"So, why do you say he is a traitor? Does the death of my parents have anything to do with him?"

Harry seemed to realize something at this time and asked eagerly, but no matter what he said, Ron was no longer willing to continue the topic.

"Ron, Black must have something to do with my parents' death, right? They are my parents, I can't even know the cause of their death, right? In my aunt's house, they always say that my parents died in a There was a car accident, but later Hagrid told me that they were killed by Voldemort..."

"Oh my god, don't say that name, it scares me." Ron quickly jumped a little further and rubbed his arm up and down.

"Okay, You-Know-Who." Harry changed his words helplessly, "Later, Hagrid told me that my parents actually died at the hands of You-Know-Who, but you also said that Black was a traitor and had a relationship with my parents' family. Great, so you have to let me know why."

Ron was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether it was good or bad to tell his friends about this.

"Ron, can't the whole world know the cause of my parents' death but I, as their son, know nothing?"

"Okay, but just listen to this. I heard it from my parents' conversation." Ron finally agreed.

"When my father and my mother were talking, he said that Blake gained the trust of your parents so much that they even made him your godfather."

Ron's words made Harry open his mouth wide and look at Ron in disbelief.

"Don't look at me like that. I heard it from my parents too." Ron once again emphasized the inaccuracy of his source.

But little did he know that in Harry's ears this was emphasizing that his source of information was accurate. After all, his father was an official working in the Ministry of Magic.

"Okay, okay, we don't have to worry about this." Ron quickly skipped this point, "Your parents bought a house in the magical world and kept it secret with a secrecy spell, and the keeper of the secret was Black."

"Security charm?" Harry asked back.

"It's a kind of spell used to keep secrets. Unless the secret keeper reveals the secret, no one can find the things being kept secret. So wizards like to use secrecy spells to keep their houses secret. It's very safe."

"But my parents died in a very safe and confidential room."

Ron was embarrassed. As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that there was an example of the unsafe Secrecy Spell right in front of him.

"So wizards usually choose the person they trust most as the secret keeper. I can guarantee you that when your parents choose Black as the secret keeper, they must trust him the most."

"But he betrayed my parents." Harry said through gritted teeth. He hated Black so much now. "So Black leaked the secret to the mysterious man? Then what happens to him now? This kind of traitor deserves to die."

"Harry, for wizards, death is not the most terrifying thing. Azkaban, Black is now imprisoned in Azkaban, and there are dementors guarding it. Everything is safe." Ron seemed to have thought of it. He hit the dementor and shivered all over.

"What are dementors?" Harry looked like a curious baby.

"That's a kind of monster. He won't kill you, but it will suck the wizard's happiness and make you worse than death." Ron said in a low voice, pretending to be terrifying.

Harry hesitated obviously. He was a little confused about the scene of sucking happiness.

"It's just that... the dementors will climb on your head and suck the happy memories out of your mind... Anyway, it's just scary."

Harry and Ron's conversation had shifted from discussing Hermione at the beginning to talking about their happiest things.

"I heard from Fred and the others that Hogwarts holds a grand costume party every Christmas night. I specially asked my mother to send my vampire costume."

"What? But...why didn't I hear the news?" Harry looked a little surprised and panicked.

"Don't worry, man, just follow me when the time comes." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder. Sometimes he could always find a sense of superiority from the savior.