I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Hufflepuff, I'm from Hufflepuff House." Owen proudly said with his hands on his hips and his head raised.

"Professor Sprout often says that I am the best Hufflepuff in a hundred years."

"What?" Sirius stared at Owen dumbfounded and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "Are you from Hufflepuff House?"

Upon hearing this answer, Sirius's reaction was even more shocked than when he had just seen a young wizard murder someone.

Then he asked what many people have asked: "Did the old fool break the Sorting Hat?"

"Yes, after all, it has been used for more than a thousand years. There is no problem at all if you ask questions."

"Really? Are you lying to me?" Sirius gradually put away the surprised expression on his face. He might not give too much trust to a young wizard who could kill people without mercy.

Who knows if this boy is telling the truth.

Or maybe it wasn't a boy at all, but some evil wizard who drank Polyjuice Potion with the hair of some unlucky kid?

Suddenly his pupils shrank, and he became more convinced of this idea.

I have never heard of a thirteen or fourteen year old child having such evil thoughts? The Killing Curse cannot be cast by just waving a wand and chanting a few spells.

"Why am I lying to you? There is no benefit at all. I am indeed Hufflepuff House, Ms. Helga's student. If you don't believe me, you can ask Professor Dumbledore later!"

"Dumbledore? Is he coming here?"

"Right away!" Owen said confidently.

"Calculating the time, he should be arriving soon. If Ober Benny was quick enough, he would have arrived half an hour ago." Owen raised the watch in the void on his left hand and looked at the time, "How about we chat before that? ?”

"What do you want to talk about?" Sirius didn't have the slightest fondness for this devil in the skin of a child. If he wasn't locked in a cage, he would even want to go out and fight Owen.

"About my grandma - ahem! Professor Dumbledore - that, I am just a good boy who is occasionally naughty. Please ask Mr. Sirius to keep what happened today a secret."

"Keep it secret?" Sirius's face instantly turned cold. Keep it secret - keep it secret!

The most hated term in his life was secrecy, if it hadn't been for him, if he hadn't recommended the traitor to become James' new secret keeper.

How could he die! how come!

"There are so many people here—"

"Forgotten!" Owen raised his wand, and powerful magic instantly poured into the tip of the wand, and then streaks of gray silk floated out from the tip of the wand.

The silk was like a huge curtain, slowly flying into several cells in the corridor, covering the faces of the Death Eaters in various states of struggle - sluggishness - or resignation.

Then Owen waved the wand gently, and the silks tightened suddenly, as if covering the face, making it impossible to breathe. After a short suffocation, the silks seemed to have penetrated into their brains, and everyone's memories were covered.

"You-" Sirius' nerves were numbed by the shock of the child in front of him.

Even he can't cast such a large-scale forgetting spell, or he is not suitable for such delicate spell control.

Maybe - in Sirius's memory, maybe only Dumbledore could have such extraordinary and holy means.

"It's just a simple cover-up of memories, a small trick." The little devil spread his hands and said nonchalantly, "It can only cover up for a few days at most. Besides, if I take away all their memories, what's the point of the deterrence just now? ."

"As long as you don't reveal the secret. Anyway, Old Deng can't possibly care about the reactions of a few Death Eaters."

"Mostly you, Mr. Sirius."

Hearing the sound, Sirius replied coldly: "I, what's the difference between me and them?"

"No, it's very different. You're going out soon."

"go out?"

"That's right." Owen replied with a smile, "Now let's not worry about how you will get out. Now you just need to promise me to hide this matter."

"Of course, as a bad (bah) good person, you must be threatened on a daily basis, otherwise you will always feel that you are missing something. Hmm..." Owen dragged his chin, looking at the sallow face, thin body, and numb eyes in front of him , but still a handsome man, said 'hmm' after a while: "You are not afraid of death, and you are not interested in wealth and power, but I know your fatal weakness, Mr. Sirius."

"Oh! Really?" Hearing this, Sirius looked disdainful. He was not even afraid of death, so what else did he care about.

"That - maybe you don't know." Owen showed a mysterious smile, "Actually, Harry and I are the best friends."

"I have saved his life many times. Let's just talk about the first grade - if it weren't for my extraordinary bravery in fighting Voldemort alone, he might have gone to see his father long ago."

"Oh - and in the second grade, I burned hundreds of Acromantulas to death with a powerful fire, and saved his life again. Alas - I spent a lot of energy every time I saved it. No wonder I feel a little cold It's here." In the cold and damp corridor, Owen's two legs outside were rubbing against each other, "Oh, I'm weak! I need to make up for it, but I am a poor person. My mother has told me since I was a child that people from poor families The child has already taken charge, so I have no choice but to charge. How about this, Harry! I won’t plunder the small treasury. You must have money. I don’t want much, just ten thousand galleons at a time~"

"Or you can pay a few more times to prevent possible changes in the future. Let's put it this way! That guy Harry is bound to bring disaster, and his life will definitely be in danger in the third grade. When the time comes, I-"

Owen was still chattering, but Sirius' face became colder and colder.

He couldn't hear the boy's threat.

What bullshit had saved Harry a few times, and he was willing to believe that Snape had changed his ways.

Especially when Owen mentioned that Harry's life would be in danger in third grade.

Sirius finally couldn't bear it any longer. He was so furious that he squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body, rushed towards the iron cage crazily, and stretched out his hands to strangle this scourge.

"Oh~ what are you doing~"

"Do people in the Black family like to strangle people? Do you know that humans are resistant to strangulation, and strangulation cannot kill people."

"I'm warning you, if you dare to touch a hair on Harry's head, I will chop you into pieces!"

Sirius, who was deftly dodged by Owen's spore pinching attack, roared crazily.

"???"

"Knock! Another person who doesn't believe the truth. I haven't done anything that makes people and gods angry! Why don't you believe it? In fact, I am a kind and restrained person who is not good at speaking to society?" Owen was quite puzzled. He rubbed his little head with a headache.

His face was full of helplessness.

And when he looked at Sirius, there was a trace of disgust in his eyes: "Isn't it just that I threw a few killing curses and killed a few human beings, so why is there such a huge reaction?"

"Could it be - Black? The Knight Family - uh huh - do you want to be Bateman?"

"What are you talking about?" Sirius' vigilance towards Owen was at its highest, even more so than Voldemort's at this moment.

He couldn't imagine how such a little wizard could come out of Hogwarts?

Could it be that Grindelwald has been leading Hogwarts for more than ten years?

"If you and your companions can kill these scum from the beginning, maybe Harry's fate will not change much, but you can at least save the Longbottoms."

"Longbottom? What's wrong with him?" Hearing the voice, Sirius suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

That night, he was the first to arrive at the ancestral home of the Potter family. After seeing James lying in a pool of blood, he went crazy and rushed to hunt down Peter Pettigrew. Zikaban.

He didn't even know about Bella's raid on the Longbottoms. He was already in prison at that time.

And those Death Eaters wouldn't tell him these things.

"It's okay." Owen waved his hand, seemingly casually, but his tone was inexplicably cold and said: "It's just that your sister led a few people to raid the Longbottoms and used the Cruciatus Curse to torture them both crazy. Look. Look, this is not a big deal!"

Owen's slightly mocking tone once again aroused Sirius's anger. His brain felt like it was about to explode. He stared at the boy in front of him with red eyes, and then shifted his gaze to another cage, that one of his relatives.

In the Order of the Phoenix, although he has the best relationship with James Lupine, he and the others are also teammates who fight side by side, and they are all friends in adversity who have experienced life and death.

He even remembered that when he fell into the trap of some Death Eaters because of his arrogance, it was the Lombards who came to save him.

"Look, are you gritting your teeth in regret? What did you do earlier?"

"Or, if you had been a little clearer and had informed other members of the Order of the Phoenix when you went to kill the rat crossing the street, maybe the rat would not be alive, and you would also have the ability to save those who died in the chaotic era after Voldemort's fall. friends, relatives, and comrades-in-arms.”

Owen still hugged his chest and said bluntly in a sharp reprimanding tone: "Are you hiding in Azkaban? Living a life of inner torment, thinking you are atonement?"

“We simply cannot repay the mistakes we have made, and once they are lost, they can never be undone.”

"So what's the use of wasting your life here feeling sorry for yourself?"

He said a lot, but unfortunately the dog in front of him didn't pay much attention to what he said after hearing that the mouse was still alive.

"Okay! It's all in vain. It's a waste of saliva."

Looking at Sirius's red eyes, he knew that he was wasting his energy again.

"What are you talking about! Peter Pettigrew, that traitor, is he still alive?" It seems that the big dog's brain can only hold these. Maybe he is squatting in this never-ending prison road, his head is like a dead tree, thinking Not too much.

I saw him, staring at Owen fiercely, and said in the strongest tone and roaring voice: "He is still alive? He is still alive!"

"Tell me where he is? Where!"