Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Chapter 369 He is a good man, I promise.

The next day, early in the morning.

A figure crossed the morning sun and left Hogwarts.

Many people who got up early noticed the figure that flashed like a meteor in the sky.

On the deck of Durmstrang's ship, Karkaroff stretched and looked at the black shadow in the sky.

"Harry Potter?" Flint said beside him: "He showed his flying skills in the competition before, didn't he?

I can only think of him."

"Maybe." Karkaroff nodded: "He is leaving school? It's unbelievable that Dumbledore actually allowed it."

"Maybe he asked for leave, professor." Flint said.

Karkaroff squinted his eyes and watched Harry Potter fly out of the range of Hogwarts and leave with an apparition.

"Maybe he asked for leave," he whispered: "I don't know where the destination is?"

Godric's Hollow.

The snow was still falling.

In the cemetery, dry leaves were buried by snow. A strand of weeds of unknown species had obviously chosen to use up all its strength at an inappropriate time.

It bloomed a small purple flower in the cold winter.

Footsteps slowly stepped over the snow and came to its side.

Then, the man squatted down and gently brushed the snow.

The flower had been cold all night, and it broke naturally with a light touch.

"Huh"

Harry breathed a heavy breath, stepped over the broken flowers, and walked towards the depths of the cemetery.

The snow had covered half of the tombstone.

He squatted down again, without using any magic, but quietly, and threw the snow away little by little with his hands.

Gradually cleaned the graves of James and Lily Potter.

Then, he sat on the ground.

"Dad, Mom." He said, exhaling cold white breath and pulling up his collar.

"Huh, what should I do." He asked in a low voice.

"I don't know about Snape." He spread his hands. "I absolutely believe that Dumbledore had his reasons and his own [trust] for letting him stay in this school.

I also have to admit that although Snape doesn't like me, he is undoubtedly good to me.

But as Uncle Muen said, he did some things. Familiar facts

It's hard to forgive."

The wind from Godric's Hollow blew, blowing the snow piled on the dry branches down, gradually covering his body.

It wasn't until noon that he stood up.

Then he walked out of the cemetery.

Three figures suddenly appeared.

Appeared around him.

"What luck, we found it."

"Sure enough, it's here!!"

Harry looked up in surprise and glanced at the three people surrounding him.

All three were wrapped in black robes, exuding a familiar aura.

"How did you get my news?" Harry frowned.

"Harry Potter." One person spoke.

"I didn't expect you to dare to walk out of the school by yourself."

"The Dark Lord wants to see you, please come with us." Another person continued.

Harry tutted his lips, then asked: "Are you sure you are all Death Eaters?"

"What do you think?" Finally, the man laughed: "It seems that you are not so willing to accept the facts."

"This" Harry let out a long breath: "Okay, okay, then do any of you have children or brothers studying in Hogwarts?"

This question came abruptly, and in the eyes of the three people, it was even more stupid, revealing a silliness that could not be blown away by the wind.

Harry looked at their casual atmosphere and those young voices, and almost got the answer.

He seemed to find it a little funny, and shook his head, saying, "Voldemort is obviously more disunited than I thought, and can only temporarily coax some twenty-something social scraps to work for him."

"What nonsense!!"

Harry shook his head: "I will confirm it one last time now, when you are conscious--you three are all Death Eaters.

You all joined the Death Eaters voluntarily.

And you all know what this identity means.

You all know that you are working for Voldemort.

No one is coaxed, threatened with family members, or controlled by the Imperius Curse, right?"

"Then what else?" The man who spoke first laughed.

"Yes, what do you want to do?" someone said.

"Nothing." Harry shook his head: "I just say, what should I say, you are unlucky, and I am-in a bad mood."

"Are you going to kill--"

As he spoke, the man felt that the picture in front of him began to shake.

Then he saw, a body?

A body without a head?

"I don't know how you got my information, but I don't have the heart to ask you.

Besides, I don't know Legilimency, and Voldemort certainly won't let you know too much. He's just giving orders to you idiots."

Looking at the three figures gradually falling to the ground, he slowly dispersed the three filaments condensed by the wizard's hand.

Then teleported away.

Grimmauld Place, London.

I don't know if it's because I'm in a bad mood or the other party is a Death Eater.

In short, Harry has not had any adverse reactions since he started.

He is a little doubtful about himself.

He doesn't want to be a natural executioner or a cold-blooded person.

Just like Uncle Muen said, people should still have more humanity.

While he was thinking wildly, the door to No. 12 Grimmauld Place was opened.

A man poked his head out warily, and then revealed a surprise.

"Harry!!" Sirius looked at the visitor in surprise: "Aren't you supposed to be at school?"

"I'm asking for leave." Harry and Sirius hugged deeply: "I'm asking for leave to visit their graves."

"Oh" Sirius was stunned for a moment, then patted Harry on the shoulder: "I'm ashamed to say that. Anyway, you should have called me."

Harry smiled and was connected to No. 12 Grimmauld Place by Sirius.

"It's really nice that you can think of me." Sirius said, putting his arm around his shoulders again and again: "Have you had lunch?"

"Not yet." Harry said with a smile.

"Just right, everything is just right." Sirius also laughed: "Kreacher! Is lunch ready?!"

"Master, still preparing." Kreacher's dry voice appeared.

"Here comes Harry, prepare more." Sirius said, "Don't fool me with last night's leftovers again."

Then, he smiled at Harry in a low voice and said: "Although this guy's attitude towards me is better now, he always complains that I am a freeloader. I always use leftovers to fool me, and I am not interested in the mountains of junk food in Gringotts." Long turned a blind eye."

At the same time, Kreacher heard Harry's name and poked his head out of the kitchen.

"Oh, my God, is Mr. Harry Potter, the student of the great Mr. Moon, here?!"

"That sounds a bit confusing." Harry nodded awkwardly to Kreacher.

"Oh, it's really Mr. Potter!" Kreacher exclaimed excitedly: "Please wait a moment, I need to prepare some meals again."

Then, he quickly got into the kitchen.

Sirius sat at the table in the living room nonchalantly.

"Merry Christmas." Sirius said, "Would you like to take a stroll in Diagon Alley later?"

"Oh" Harry waved his hand: "I came today mainly because I have a few questions I want to know about."

The excitement in the little Sirius's eyes subsided for a moment, and then he realized that he really shouldn't treat Harry as a child.

After giving a wry smile, he leaned back in his chair: "Okay, if you ask, I will tell you everything I know."

Harry nodded, then tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "I would like to ask, is there any relationship between Snape and the Hanged Man?"

"Oh, you don't call me professor anymore? I like it."

Harry opened his mouth, then shook his head, ignoring Sirius's teasing words.

"But when it comes to hanging upside down, I have to think about it." He started thinking.

Harry just waited.

There was a moment of silence in the living room, and a moment later, Sirius suddenly slammed the table.

“I remember, well, it’s not easy to find it from this memory.

This mainly comes from a prank spell, I don't know if this is still popular in schools now - the golden bell, you know? "

Harry nodded understandingly.

This spell is indeed not popular now, and not many people use it, but he does know that it has appeared in both the books he read and the Half-Blood Prince's potion book.

He also knows its counterspell, the Golden Bell Falls to the Ground.

"That was probably in the fifth grade." Sirius recounted: "Well, it was after the O.W.Ls exam.

After we finished the exam, we went to the playground to play, and happened to meet Snape.

Then I spoke first, as if I was the one who provoked him. After all, Peter is a coward, while Lupine is more peaceful.

Yes, I call him Snotlout.

Then we started fighting.

For what reason I can no longer remember.

But your father gave him a golden bell at that time.

Haha, don’t spread the word outside.

It was summer, and Snape didn't wear any underwear. After hanging upside down, his robe fell down and covered his head.

A pair of underwear was exposed, a pair of dirty underwear that was yellow and black.

He has never been tidy, right? You know, you can see it from his hair! "

Harry raised an eyebrow, then nodded.

He didn't think it was funny.

"Are there many people watching?" he asked.

"Oh yes, because we just finished the exam and everyone needs to get some fresh air." Sirius said, he suppressed his smile and touched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

"I understand." Harry nodded: "This is indeed excessive. To be honest, if..."

"What if?" Sirius asked confused.

"Forget it, it's nothing." Harry pursed his lips and smiled, and Kreacher also brought out the food.

Sirius thought about what Harry had done during the game.

Harry finished his food in a hurry, asked one last question, and left.

His last question was where he had been hung.

Evening, in Hogwarts.

Harry arrived on the third floor.

"Is Headmaster Dumbledore here?" he asked.

"Yes, password."

"I don't have a password." Harry shook his head: "But, can you ask for permission? I think Professor Dumbledore must know that I will come, and I want to come."

"Without a password, the door will not open." The stone beast shook his head: "There are many people trying to find him every day, and he doesn't have that time. If he wants to see someone, he will give the corresponding password early. "

Harry looked at the stone beast in silence.

"You really can't help me ask——"

As he spoke, the expression of the stone beast in front of him suddenly changed for a moment.

"Okay, you can come in," it said, and then slowly opened the door.

Harry walked into it.

The stairs slowly rotated, taking him to the eighth floor.

Soon, the principal's office arrived.

After passing the curtain, Professor Dumbledore was already sitting on the opposite side of the desk.

He pointed to the sofa: "Harry, I knew you would come, but I never thought it would be so soon."

"I've calmed down." Harry said, sitting on the sofa: "Professor, you should know why I'm here."

Dumbledore intertwined his hands and fingers. Looking at the boy who was so calm and flawless, he felt an inexplicable feeling of powerlessness.

Fourth grade.

This is an age when children gradually grow up and transform.

But it's more than just puberty.

For some geniuses - such as himself; such as Riddle, who began to show his ambition in the fourth and fifth grade; or Gellert, who started studying evil black magic and will be expelled from Durmstrang in two years. ;

At this age, they have completed their schoolwork, summarized their worldview, and improved their personal thought models ahead of schedule, and then began to be independent and stand out on their own chosen path.

Apparently, the same is true for Harry Potter now.

He is doing what he wants to do, what he wants to do.

No one can stop it.

To be precise - the only person who could possibly stop him had no intention of intervening.

Even more so, because of what Mu En once said to him, and because of the promise he once made to Mu En.

So he must stand up now!

"Yes, I know why you came. Harry." Dumbledore put a relaxed smile on his face again: "Drink a glass of honey water."

As he spoke, he poured two glasses of water first.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry nodded and took the cup, but did not drink it.

"What happened to your parents back then, and what happened to Severus. I'm sorry. To respect privacy, I can only say that Severus is not a bad person."

"Sirius said he loved my mother and he loved Lily." Harry said, "Is this true?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Well, I can't say more, Potter. If you want to know more, maybe only Severus can give you the answer."

"Do you trust him?" Harry asked suddenly.

"who?"

"Snape," Harry said, "Do you trust him, or use him, or... if he dies, it won't actually have that much of an impact on you?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then laughed lightly.

"Hey, Harry. You're only fifteen, don't say such stupid things. Besides, you know in your heart that you can't kill him, and you shouldn't do it."

Harry was silent for a moment.

Dumbledore's smile faded.

"Okay." He nodded helplessly: "You really don't look like a student - but I can tell you for sure that I trust Snape.

He's a good man, I'm absolutely sure of that, Harry! ! "