[hp] stay out of it

"Hey. Am I out of touch or something—is it popular in schools to see through the identification spell of potions? First the girl, then this guy..." Sirius raised his wand slightly, and pointed at the armchairs and hangings in the rest area. Chair walked over, trying to catch Florette out.

I stopped him: "Don't bother, he is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts student in our academy. The Auror Office has invited him a long time ago. We have to leave quickly."

Sirius shrugged, gave up looking for Florette who was hiding, turned and walked towards the exit.

"Hey," Florette said suddenly, and I turned around to find him standing up from the fireplace, "Take it."

I caught the broomstick he threw over and paused: "Did you cast a tracking spell or something on it?"

"I'm helping you leave, there is no conspiracy." Florette almost rolled his eyes: "The most important skill of an excellent Auror: distinguishing criminals from innocent people. You are the first target I identify. I Trust you, White. Don't tell me I was wrong in my judgment."

I couldn't help raising the corners of my mouth: "Florette, you will become an excellent Auror."

"Of course I will," Florette pointed to the dormitory. "Let's go, the interrogation magic I put in the middle of the tower has been reflected. Someone is chasing me."

Florette's hobby is to experiment with various Auror methods. If he said that he put some Auror magic in the student dormitory, then he must not be joking. "Oh, bastard." I cursed, and hurriedly got on the broom with Sirius and flew away together.

Then things got a little out of hand, and we both left Crouch and all that behind us and went on a rampage through the deserted castle—thankfully most of the students were still out on the grounds, Otherwise I'm sure I'd lose a few lives under my broom.

"Why am I controlling the broom?" We twisted and rushed down the tower, almost knocked off two oil paintings, knocked over a pair of armor, and a tapestry was hooked to the end of the broom, "I hate flying!" In such a narrow Running fast in a complex space?Too insecure!I need a seat belt!And airbags!

"Look at the road!" Sirius reminded loudly from behind, just now he wanted to reach out to help me control the broom, but was almost thrown off because of my hasty turn, "I think you failed your first-year flying class! How did you Up to the fourth grade!"

"Shut up!" My palms were sweaty, trying to control myself not to cause a traffic accident, "This is a matter of talent."

"At least I'm sure I didn't inherit it from me!" Sirius taunted nervously behind him, "Your flying skills are like those strange creatures raised by Hagrid—"

"Bow your head!" I controlled the broom on the edge of the castle and didn't have time to turn. As a result, it directly smashed through the glass, flew out of the wall, and rushed to a high place obliquely. The broom drew a large circle in the air, and then I Only then did we regain our balance, and once again found a larger window on the wall and hit it. With the glass shattered, we returned to the castle again. "Hagrid's creature? That's a snail."

"—as bad as a Whelk! Merlin's beard, full of glass smudges...cleaned!" Sirius still managed to cast a spell for the two of us on the broom that was staggering like a drunk." Oh, hey, behold, Crouch! Wingardium-Leviosa!"

When I turned the corner, I glanced back and found that the tapestry that was originally hanging on the tail of the broom was covered by Sirius using the levitation spell. Crouch was caught off guard, his head was covered by the tapestry, and he crashed into Hogwarts. In a small passage in the Ci corridor.

Sirius blew a long whistle: "He has to slow down for a while now. Crouch really has come to the end-after all, he has been sitting in the office for more than 13 years, and his parts must be rusted."

A silver-white phoenix chased after it.It soared briskly and smoothly through the air, and circled us half a circle complacently, with Sirius clicking his tongue behind him.

"I'll be waiting for you in Professor McGonagall's office, Sirius." Phoenix opened his mouth, and the headmaster's voice came out, with an obvious warning in his tone.

"Where are we now?" I was a little dazed on the broom that was moving at high speed. "Oh, that's a statue of a one-eyed witch... so..."

"Turn right! Right here, turn right!"

"Sorry. I'm a bit broom-sick," I said listlessly, leaning // to the right, narrowly avoiding the wall.

After half a minute.

"Right there, ok, here we are... Hey, you flew too far."

I quickly erected the broom, and the Nimbus 2001 that Florette gave us stopped instantly, but the two of us couldn't stabilize our bodies, and rolled over six or seven meters away, and then lay powerlessly in the middle of the corridor.

The portraits on the wall blocked their eyes one after another, looking horrible, and one of them opened his mouth to persuade: "Son, that's not how you use a broom. You have to make sure you can stand firmly before..."

"Oh, thank you. I passed my flying class. I know how to fly," I interrupted him with a wave of my hand, got up from the top, and patted my dizzy head. Only fried snails."

"Small what?" Sirius retched twice, "Don't mention the snails. Excuse me—oh, the effect of the Polyjuice Potion is about to wear off..."

"Nothing," I said. "Oh, Professor, we meet again."

Professor McGonagall stood in front of the door of his office, looking at the two of us seriously, without saying a word.

"Okay, let's go in now." I smiled dryly, picked up the broom, and walked drunkenly into Professor McGonagall's office.Sirius followed me, casting spells on his clothes as he went.By the time he entered the office and saw Dumbledore, he was in full shape and appearance, and the robes fit perfectly.

"I can see that you did the same to Warrington. You used the magnification spell on the clothes. So Crouch didn't find the flaw." Professor McGonagall ignored Sirius' precise use of the magnification spell, but mentioned a name.

"You mean the Slytherin student?" Sirius said nonchalantly. "He sneaked into Gryffindor. I gave him twenty Galleons, and he was willing to drink half of the bottle himself." Polyjuice Potion."

"For Merlin's sake, Crouch will hurt him! Black, it's too inappropriate for you to do this." Professor McGonagall criticized, frowning.

"I'm not going to apologize for what Crouch would have done, Professor," he said nonchalantly.

Professor McGonagall was touched when he saw him like this, probably thinking of what happened when he was still a student here.

Professor Dumbledore was standing by the fireplace, as if admiring a painting that had been placed there just now.He looked at Sirius and said, with some displeasure in his tone: "Fortunately, Mr. Warrington is fine now, he was just frightened. Sirius, as an adult who should be responsible for his actions, after things calm down, you I have to apologize to him. Also, you have to explain that after Professor McGonagall found you, you should have realized that your disguise was not very successful, why didn't you leave immediately? - You know that many people are concerned about you Safety, but you yourself don't take it to heart, which is too much for those who care about you."

"Oh, speaking of which, Professor," Sirius almost jumped up and took a few steps towards Professor Dumbledore, "Aren't you very familiar with Moody?"

"We are old friends." Although the principal didn't understand what Sirius wanted to say, he still answered the question.

"Then how could you not find out—it's ridiculous—Moody must have been swapped," Sirius said with an emotion between excitement and worry, "he might be responsible for the Goblet of Fire, no, I I mean, he definitely did it. There won't be anyone else."

"You didn't have the problem of talking nonsense before." Professor McGonagall expressed disbelief at this groundless guess.

"Neither do I now," said Sirius. "I'll bet my head that that so-called 'moody' is Barty Crouch."

"Keep your absurd head. If Moody is Barty Crouch, then who is Barty Crouch who almost chopped off your head just now?" Professor McGonagall frowned, as if struggling to refute this. Ridiculous and boring inferences are all stupid.

"It's Barty Crouch," Sirius paused, and waved his hand, "You misunderstood, the Barty Crouch I was talking about was that poor kid, we all thought he died in Azkaban the one."

"'We all thought'?" Professor Dumbledore did not scoff at Sirius' speculation, but treated him and his statement seriously, "So, do you know any secrets or inside stories?"

Sirius said as a matter of course: "I don't know. I don't know how he got out, but there is no doubt that he is not dead—otherwise how could a dead person come to Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Professor McGonagall said impatiently: "Don't be a fool, Sirius. What are you trying to say?"

"We have to catch Barty Crouch," he said excitedly and worriedly. "He has been hiding out for so many years. No one has ever known that he is alive and he has not caused any trouble. This semester suddenly messed up." Entering Hogwarts, there must be some big changes in the middle..."

"Is that why you have been refusing to leave Hogwarts as soon as possible for so many days?" asked Professor Dumbledore.

"I have to find a chance to observe him head-on," Sirius smoothed the hair next to his ear a little irritably, "I can't let him realize that I'm watching him-I can't let him run away, if he is really Crouch Jr. , we must capture him alive and ask him why he is here. Also, along with this gang of unwilling remnants, I may have a chance to find—"

"Peter Pettigrew?" Professor Dumbledore's expression softened, and his blue eyes were no longer strange. "I'm sorry, I didn't think that you might have other reasons for insisting on staying. I thought..."

"Do you think I'm willfully making fun of my own safety?" Sirius smiled wryly. "Yeah, I'm really not very reassuring. I've suffered a lot when it comes to people's perception of me."

There was silence in the room for a while.Then Professor McGonagall said, "What do you mean, Peter is still alive?"

"Minerva, that's a hoax," Professor Dumbledore explained to Professor McGonagall, seeing that Sirius didn't want to speak, and looked at me again. Peter, he was the one who blew up that street and killed those Muggles."

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a while, she was smart enough to roughly complete the twists and details omitted in Professor Dumbledore's story, and then she said: "Oh, how despicable, even—Merlin..." Her look Letting her guard down for the first time in hours, she gazed at Sirius sadly for a few seconds before stepping forward to give him a gentle hug.

"I'm sorry," she said.

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☆Thank you Dengxi Shangyuan for your long comment!This is the first update!

The wonderful thing about HP is that there are a lot of three-dimensional and cute characters in it, so as you can see, I am trying to complement the Ravenclaw students who don’t appear very much (although I didn’t succeed, the Ravenclaw I planned There is no chance to intervene//come in the scene, it is all taken up by the main line).Tips: So the three currently playing: Danqi, Benelli and Florette are all very important roles, although they seem to be playing soy sauce now...

BTW, please pay attention to Shang Yuanjun's exam, and send blessings XDDDDDDD

☆The plot is indeed off track now, but this is just an insignificant small error for the "order" of the entire world, so I won't say more, it will spoil the story if I say more.