HP solves the mystery

Harry has been in a trance lately, and the reason was the day he saw the heir appear in Hogwarts Castle.

The world is getting more and more magical, he thought, almost getting the oatmeal for breakfast up his nose.

Petunia brought out the fried bacon and saw Harry's confused look, and she couldn't help but frown.

"Hurry up and finish your meal, the school bus will be here soon." Penny put their lunch boxes into their schoolbags and kept urging them.

Harry didn't need to panic, the wizard primary school bus was much faster than the ordinary Muggle bus, but he still speeded up his breakfast.

Students from Wizarding Elementary School all go to school by bus, and even Draco's group of aristocratic children from the wizarding world don't do anything special.

When he got on the bus, Harry saw Draco's platinum head at a glance. He always sat in the front row, just like his character who liked to be first and unwilling to fall behind others.

Harry was sitting a few rows back, and Neville kept waving at him, and it wasn't the time to talk yet.

It was not until lunch time that Harry squeezed in between Goyle and Goyle with his lunch, and their stocky bodies completely covered him.

Neville's search was fruitless, so he could only leave with a few others and go to the other side.

Harry chatted with Draco while eating lunch.

"If you tell me one day that the giant octopus in the Black Lake is Gryffindor, I will believe it." Harry muttered and finished the complaints he had been holding in his heart for the past few days, and finally concluded with this sentence.

Draco laughed wildly when he heard this, but stopped laughing when Harry glared dissatisfied.

"You should be used to it." Draco ate a sausage and saw that Harry was still angry, so he said helplessly, "Look at things like speeding cars, new Diagon Alley and magic energy. They were there before. ?"

Harry felt like a deflated ball upon hearing this, biting the carrot in his hand viciously.

Although everything is developing in a good direction, the identity of his enemy has become more blurred. In his previous life, he thought he was Lao Fu and killed him once; he did not expect that his reborn life would have so many twists and turns.

If Draco hadn't been with him, he might have started fighting with those people using his uncle's spray.

Draco didn't know Harry's mental activities. If he knew, he would scream because Harry could really do it.

In short, the unremarkable noon passed just like that.

The last class before school was Lupine's class. After he finished teaching the basic knowledge, he asked the students to review the previous content.

Lupine walked to Harry's desk and tapped his fingers on the table. When he raised his head, the smile on his face softened.

"Tomorrow is the weekend, do you want to come as a guest? Sirius misses you very much." He paused for fear of Harry rejecting it, then added, "I have already contacted the principal, and he said it is okay."

Harry looked at Lupine in surprise. Although they could chat on the phone, he always felt that meeting could only truly feel each other's presence.

In fact, Harry had wanted to see his godfather for a long time. The reason why he didn't take action was because he was afraid that Dumbledore would object and use some strange excuses to stop him, thus causing unnecessary trouble.

Now, after listening to Lupin's words, Harry had nothing to worry about.

"Okay, Lupin. I'll go back and talk to my aunt. If I agree, I'll call you to let you know." After Harry figured it out, he nodded with a smile.

Lupine breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to see Sirius' disappointed expression.

Harry agreed to meet the dog godfather, and Tom on the other side welcomed an old acquaintance in the manor.

"Gellert? Are you going to steal Dumbledore's wardrobe?" Tom looked at him with a ghostly expression, wearing a purple robe, a pair of buckled boots, and half-moon glasses on his face. Gellert.

He looked a little funny, and he didn't fit in with Dumbledore's dressing style at all.

Garrett couldn't help laughing when he heard Tom's words. He knew that his current image did not match, but he didn't care.

"Young man, what's all the fuss about?" Gellert sat down opposite Tom skillfully, squinting as he drank the black tea the house elf poured for him.

Did Tom make a fuss? Of course not. What he was more curious about was why this person came to see him again.

Gellert pushed up his glasses, glanced at Tom, and then said slowly, "Didn't you inherit part of Hogwarts? Someone sent me to find out. What are you going to do?"

This is also Dumbledore's helpless move. His prestige is high, but it mainly floats at the top, and the mass base has not been laid well. Except for the support of those high-ranking officials, it has no actual effect at all.

Tom looked at Gellert playfully, no wonder he disappeared for so many days.

"What do you think I should do?" Tom snapped his fingers, and a bunch of delicious snacks appeared on the table.

Gellert shrugged, took a small cake and ate it.

"It doesn't matter, it's not my castle anyway." He sneered, and said with a bit of hatred for iron. "No one can beat a good card into pieces."

After hearing this, Tom said meaningfully, "Like you?"

For Gellert, he was not defeated by the Ministry of Magic and Aurors, but by the prison of love woven by Dumbledore.

Because of this, he curled his lips indifferently to what Tom said, and the man in front of him almost lost his cards.

"Do you still remember what I told you about divination?" Gellert knocked on the table and asked casually.

Tom nodded slightly.

Gellert looked at Tom, who had regained his handsome face and had stronger magic power, and sighed deeply, "I don't know how the black magic aura on your body disappeared, and how you repaired your soul. , but you have to remember that no black magic can be completely eradicated..."

"If possible, we can do divination again and maybe we can find a solution."

Of course, Gellert didn't know that Tom had been blessed by his ancestors. Not only had his soul been replenished, but it had also been sublimated. Although he suffered a lot from this and suffered a brief amnesia, the gains were huge.

Now those portraits are in the manor, and the gold galleons spit out in the secret room were hidden by him in the manor's vault.

Seeing Gellert's solemn expression, Tom felt inexplicably amused.

Maybe Dumbledore didn't get enough benefits, so he was a little passive, Tom thought.

"No, it's not necessary." Tom refused. This person didn't even tell him the result of the divination.

Gellert was not disappointed after hearing this and started to refill his cup of tea.

"Why haven't you seen Nagini, and Mr. Snape isn't here either?" He asked casually, remembering the empty garden when he came in.

"They are still in the vineyard. Too many people have come into the vineyard recently." Tom glanced at Gellert, indicating something.

Gellert blinked, pretending not to hear.

But Tom really protected Nagini and the two very well, and he didn't want them to get into any trouble.

Gellert twirled his teacup, remembering Albus's sudden change in attitude towards him, and was happy to give him a few reminders.

"By the way, have you received any gifts from the German and Russian families?" Gellert looked a little weird, "If you are invited to my family for a banquet or something... it's best not to go. I'm afraid you might go. Scandals are flying everywhere..."

"Even if you claim to have a partner, they will not let go of the rabbit when they see it."

What the nobles are best at is tying up interests. If they feel that interests cannot be tied up, the only thing left is marriage.

Tom understood the subtext and raised his teacup to him.

Maybe in another twenty years, he might marry a lady with a background to consolidate his position, but he doesn't need it now.

Tom sipped the black tea and said, "When you are chatting with Dumbledore, you can tell him that I will go there before Christmas."

Where to go? To Hogwarts Castle, of course.

He has inherited Hogwarts, yet he is not allowed to see the current state of the castle?

Gellert smacked his lips, fearing that Albus wouldn't want to see him again in a short time.

Tom and Garrett had a meal together with different thoughts, and then chatted for a long time in the study.

In the Forbidden Forest outside Hogwarts Castle, Haierbo breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the centaur finally wake up. If he had woken up later, he would have swung his tail and walked out.

"Helpo, thank you very much for the blood orchid you provided this time." The centaur stretched out, and the bones in her body creaked. "I feel like my body is full of strength. After living for hundreds of years, not a problem."

Haierbo nodded and was about to speak when he realized that he was still in the body of a snake, so he twisted a few times and turned into a human in front of the horsewoman.

The centaur had long been used to Haierbo's appearance, so she wasn't surprised at all. Fortunately, she had enough time to look at the abdominal muscles on his waist.

"Do you need me to have someone build a base station in the Forbidden Forest so that you can watch TV when you are bored? Always looking at the stars is not an option." Haierbo took out a set of clothes from the bag and put them on. He kept complaining, "I will give you solar power when the time comes. Anyway, there are not many magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest. Look at the werewolves next door. They are living a pleasant life now..."

The centaur woman listened quietly. A few years ago, she also visited the territory where werewolves lived. The werewolves who used to be sallow, skinny, and had numb eyes had all changed drastically. Not only did their faces look rosy, their clothes were tidy, but their living places became brighter and more spacious. In short, Pony People also like to go there to have fun.

"I'll think about it, but I'll have to wait." The centaur woman looked up at the stars on the night sky and murmured to herself.

Haierbo nodded happily, as long as he had an idea. He was really afraid that the centaurs would be lost in the torrent of the times.

"Now that you are all awake, it's time for me to leave for a few days' rest." Haierbo frowned. He was almost getting moldy in the past few months, and the game console he brought had long since run out of power.

The centaur nodded and asked Bain and Firenze to take stock of the tribe's supplies. They wanted to collect some food.

Haierbo looked at the busy adults, waved to the ponies running around, and divided up the remaining snacks in the bag.

He will go back to the manor tomorrow, and he can live a life of lying down and watching TV while being fed every day.

Haierbo fantasized beautifully, not knowing that a huge surprise was waiting for him.

Time flies, and soon it’s the weekend.

Sirius was circling around the room excitedly, he would soon see Harry.

It wasn't a few hurried minutes in Azkaban or an invisible conversation on the phone, but someone who was actually present in front of him, someone he could hug.

"Okay, Sirius, stop turning around, your head is almost spinning." Lupine looked at Sirius, who had been grinning since he received Harry's call, and complained, "You might as well Go and see if the guest room for Harry has been tidied up."

Sirius calmed down after hearing this, but still couldn't control his excitement.

"Yes, Remus, you're right, it's not just the guest room, I should go to the kitchen to see what dishes should be prepared for Harry." He babbled, put his apron on, and turned around and entered the kitchen.

Lupine heard the sound of chopping vegetables from the kitchen, held his forehead and sighed, Harry won't come until tomorrow, it's a little early for you to cook now.

Thanks to the many vegetables Lupine bought, when Harry came the next day, the table was filled with sumptuous dishes.

Harry stood at the door, staring unblinkingly at the man wearing an apron in front of him. He was much calmer than in his memory, and he looked a little fatter.

The godfather was still alive, and he came back to me. Harry's lips trembled with excitement, and his throat seemed to have been dry for a long time, and he couldn't say a word.

"Jen...Harry, I am your godfather, the only one. Your parents appointed me to be your guardian..." Sirius's voice also trembled a little, and his eyes were also red, sparkling with tears.

He looked at Harry and seemed to see his dead James. The father and son were almost cut out of the same mold. But he was older than Harry after all, and he quickly controlled his emotions.

He walked over and gave Harry a big hug.

"Godfather." Harry hugged back hard, his voice a little hoarse, as if he was suppressing endless emotions. "I miss you so much."

Not only in his previous life, he was also waiting to reunite with Sirius in this life.

Sirius had a sore nose. If it hadn't been for Peter's frame-up, maybe James and Lily wouldn't have died, and little Harry wouldn't have become an orphan.

"I miss you too Harry, luckily I can still hug you." Sirius patted Harry's back gently and said softly.

Harry hugged Sirius silently, feeling his warm embrace, and his heart was filled with happiness and touch.

He knew that he was not alone in this life. He had a godfather who loved him and a family who cared about him.

The two hugged each other silently, warm and harmonious.

Lupine coughed. He didn't want to destroy the harmonious atmosphere, but if he didn't interrupt, he would starve to death.

Sirius, who transformed into the 'godfather' who loved children, used magic to warm the dishes on the table in order for Harry to eat delicious meals.

He wanted to go to the kitchen to get some bread to fill his stomach, but he was kicked out. He was also told that he was afraid that he would go to the kitchen and cause damage.

For this reason, he didn't even have breakfast and was hungry until now.

Seeing Lupine's sad eyes, Sirius coughed sheepishly and pushed Harry to sit down.

Harry's eyes narrowed as he ate the lamb chops made by Sirius.

Maybe to others, the godfather has many bad deeds, but no matter what, he is his only godfather.