[HP] How to properly feed the savior

shadowy.Suddenly, he thought that he was the happiest when he first came to this world.He finally got rid of the war and left the oppressive and breathless world.In the new world, there is no longer a life-and-death competition between people. People can simply love each other. He likes this place and enjoys life here.This is the happiest experience in his life.

"I'm ready." He raised his wand, basking in all the good memories he could think of, when Professor McGonagall told him that all children should enjoy unconditional love, said Mr. Weasley When he could call The Burrow his home.The feeling of happiness overflowed in his heart, and he was about to come out. He clearly uttered the mantra, "Call God to protect you!"

A stream of silvery white gas erupted from the tip of the wand.It worked!He just wanted to say this, but the feeling of happiness was suddenly punctured like a balloon.More thoughts came to my mind. This world is not as beautiful as it appears on the surface. There are still wars and endless confrontations. Wizards are confined to a small piece of land, trying to break free.The conflict of ideas dominates this world, Dumbledore will fight Voldemort to the end, there must be a battle between Harry and Voldemort, and Harry himself is Voldemort's Horcrux...

The silver-white gas disappeared, and the dementor, attracted by happiness, floated up. He seemed to be able to see Peter lying on the ground covered in blood.He began to cry uncontrollably, and in the end, nothing changed.

"Call for God's protection!" Riddle's voice sounded.The dementors were driven away, and he felt that the surroundings became warm again, but his heart felt like a hole was broken, and the tears couldn't stop flowing.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have let you try." The other party summoned a blanket to wrap him up, but he was still shivering, not because of the cold, but because of weakness.

"I can do it." He said stubbornly, "I must be able to fight against the dementors. I just need happier memories. I have to control myself and don't think too much..."

"Enough!" Riddle said seriously, "You are not suitable for the Patronus Charm, there is nothing shameful about that."

The other side helped him to sit down in the corner, and he clutched the blanket tightly, hating his loss of control, "It doesn't matter, I can always find a way to succeed, and I have never lost to anyone. One failure is nothing. "

"You didn't lose to anyone, you just lost to yourself." Riddle gave him a piece of chocolate, "Eat it all."

He silently nibbled on the chocolate, knowing that the other party was right.He can't really focus, all happiness hides sorrow, his memory and emotion can't always maintain the happiest point.

"It's not a defect. Your thinking determines that you are particularly bad at certain aspects." Riddle sat down beside him, "I discovered when I taught you Occlumency, your heart is for other people. It's wide open, and it's easy for people to walk in and out. You can't close your heart, and you're constantly caught up in other people's emotions, and it's easy to feel what other people feel, and it's the same with dementors. You You can't say no to them, and when they come to you with negativity, you get hopeless."

"I can get over it." He insisted.

"You don't have to be so persistent, it doesn't matter if you don't know the Patronus Charm. I never knew the Patronus Charm until I met you." The silver-white cat Patronus ran between them, and he noticed the cat It was exactly the same as the cat that Riddle possessed. "For me, the only truly happy memory I have is the moment you wake up in the hospital wing and realize that there is someone in this world who can love me without reservation and is alive and able to Continue to love me. As long as you are with me and your spirit is within me, I can feel hope, a hope that is solid and strong, and it is through it that my Patronus takes shape."

He pondered what Tom had said.

"You're smart enough that your inability to cast the Patronus Charm means only one thing, you don't have really happy memories. It's not your fault, and you don't need to blame yourself for it. But you have to admit, you The desire to protect Harry comes from the mistakes you made in the past. You can't undo the past, you can only hope that the tragedy will never happen again. This is not a positive attitude, but just immersed in the pain of the past. Counting on such a heart to fight against dementors, I can only say that you have no hope." Riddle stopped talking, stretched out his hand, rubbed his hair, and showed him a bright smile, "But It's okay, you still have me. If you don't have a really happy memory, I'll make one for you."

"Egoist." He tossed his hair messed up by the other party, feeling like a warm current passed through his heart.

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☆, Prisoner of Azkaban 12

He didn't practice with the Dementors anymore, but he still tried the Patronus on the sly when no one was around.The conclusion was that he was doing his best to release a cloud of thin, silver-white gas, and thinking about those happy memories was tiring enough, and each time he practiced, he felt less happy.

/ Feelings of hope and joy are not some kind of utensil that is readily available, they are dynamic and need to be developed.If you overdraw the happiness that a memory brings you, soon that memory will no longer make you feel happy. /

He was very upset about it.

The day before the Christmas holiday was another day to visit Hogsmeade, and he stayed in the castle with Harry as usual. The other party said that he needed to read a book to choose a new broom, and he needed to catch up with his homework.The further expansion of the social circle this semester meant that the work of preparing gifts became more onerous, and he had a hard time getting everyone's presents ready before the holidays.Like last time, soon Harry couldn't sit still and left the common room.

In the evening, Harry went back to the dormitory to rest early, but Ron and Hermione looked sad.

"What's the matter? Isn't Hogsmeade fun?"

"Harry is going to Hogsmeade with us today." Hermione looked embarrassed.

They told him exactly what happened.With the help of the twins, Harry took the secret passage to Hogsmeade, and they sat together in the Three Broomsticks for a while, only to hear conversations they shouldn't have heard.

"Sirius Black betrayed Harry's parents, Harry will definitely want to seek revenge on him." Hermione said anxiously, "Harry didn't look quite right in the bar, we don't know what to do. How to convince him."

"So you want me to discourage him from revenge?" he asked softly.

"He won't accept our opinion." Ron said slowly, "I have a large family and Hermione's parents are still alive, he will think that we can't understand that feeling, we can talk without back pain , Isn’t it just letting your parents die, it’s no big deal—he will definitely think so, and then refuse to accept it. Among us, only your opinion is what he can listen to.”

"But why would I do this? Black betrayed his parents, and it's unforgivable," he said dryly. "Is there anything wrong with Harry wanting revenge?"

"That's not safe! Black is a powerful Dark wizard! He knows a lot of spells that we don't." Hermione looked like she was about to cry. "Harry will kill himself."

"I can't see it. Didn't he beat Quirrell in first grade?"

"According to him, it largely depends on luck." Ron looked uneasy, "and Quirrell is relatively weak. You should know it by heart after you have fought against him. Black is much more terrifying. Zkaban escaped, he was the only one, none of the other Death Eaters could."

"I understand." He closed the dictionary and put the homework aside. "I'm going up to find him."

When he entered the dormitory, Harry was lying on his side on the bed with his back turned to him. "Ron and the others asked you to come, right? I'm fine, don't worry about me."

He sat down beside Harry's bed, the white cat squatting next to his lap, "I don't think so."

The other party sat up suddenly, "Do you know what I would hear when the dementor approached me? The scream of my mother before she died, she begged Voldemort to let me go, but Voldemort just sneered... I can't forget this, it's Black, and if Black hadn't betrayed them, my parents wouldn't have died and I wouldn't have spent my childhood at the Dursleys! You know what I'm talking about!"

"I know." He pointed out calmly. "You hate the life you have, and you transfer that hatred to Black."

"He betrayed my parents! My dad thought of him as his best friend, and that's what he got in return!" Harry clenched his fists.If Black appeared in front of them at this time, he would definitely be torn to pieces.

"So what are you going to do? Find Black and kill him?"

Harry's chest heaved, and he thought for a while before saying, "I don't know, I'm in a mess right now... I just know I can't just watch Black get away with it, sitting here, doing nothing, pretending I don't know what he's done What the hell. When I close my eyes, all I can think of is my mother screaming, and the green light, the green light that killed her. These memories whip me like a whip, and I have to do something. "

"If you have made up your mind, act on it."

"You-you didn't come to dissuade me?" Harry looked surprised. "I thought..."

"Think I'm here to tell you not to do something stupid?" He smiled. "Yeah, that's what Hermione and Ron told me. But I can understand how you feel, if you want to kill Black, I It won't stop you. Except, Harry, do you know what it means to kill a man?"

"Hmm...means that the other party can no longer do evil?" Harry said hesitantly, "I don't know, I've never killed anyone."

"I know, I have killed people." He was silent for a while, and it was still very difficult to talk about these things to others. "Do you remember that Boggart? You saw me duel him, but you know what happened after you left the classroom?"

"Not sure. Professor Dumbledore only said you beat it."

"Boggart has become like my brother, and has my brother's character and ability. We are equal in strength, my reflexes are faster than him, but he is more cunning than me. In the end Peter was superior, and we all lost. His own wand, he pressed me to the ground, trying to strangle me, I couldn't breathe, my mind was in a mess, I just wanted to let him go..." He took a deep breath before continuing, "I stabbed with a sharp weapon I killed him, but he didn't let go, so I had no choice but to continue attacking him...by the time I could breathe, he was dead."

"If you don't kill him, he'll kill you," Harry said hastily, "You're right!"

"I'm not sure...I hate my brother because he's cruel by nature, he wanted to kill me, he's been like this since he was a kid. But when I killed him, I didn't know the difference between myself and him, I was more than him Cruel, more lethal, so I can survive. I hate him, but I have become a worse person than him, what reason do I have to hate him? This is murder, by turning myself into someone worse than him The enemy exists to defeat the enemy. I survived, but because of it, I changed. I am no longer the original me, I became the kind of person I hate the most."

"You're not bad, really, you don't need to blame yourself, it's not your fault." Harry held his trembling hand and comforted him softly, "Even if you did something bad, someone forced you to of."

"But the butcher's knife is still in my hand." This is exactly what he couldn't forgive himself for. "Harry, you know, when I'm close to the dementor, what I see in my mind is my brother's death. If I had to choose again, I would rather let him kill me than kill him. But I know it's not going to be like this, I want to live so badly, my survival instincts lead me to do terrible things. I kill once, there will be a second time, some kind of restriction has been broken Now, it's easier for me to take other people's lives. This is how murder changed me forever. I don't want you to be like this, at least if you have to choose, I want you to know what you choose Where does the road lead to?"

The other party lowered his shoulders, "I didn't think about this..."

"Harry, if your parents were alive, do you think they'd want you to be like Black?"

The other party shook his head. "Although it's impossible for them to tell me, I know that my parents are people of integrity and they want me to be the same person."

"So you've got a choice." He smiled.

"Well, thank you, Ender." The other party said a little shyly, "I'll go down and tell Ron and Hermione."

After Harry left, Riddle emerged. "To be honest, I'm a little worried about the main soul."

"What's the matter?" He rarely saw the other party look so serious.

"I used to think that the main soul split the soul piece on Harry's head when he murdered Harry. Now I think it is possible that he had split when he murdered Harry's mother. The soul in Harry's body The soul piece, it should be my desire for maternal love. You heard it too, the main soul doesn’t want to kill Harry’s mother. With my personality, I don’t mind killing one more innocent person, but one will use his life to protect himself The mother of the child, I don't think I can do it. Because that's what I want, and I can't destroy what I want the most."

"So when the main soul made up his mind to kill her, the soul couldn't bear such a burden, so it split itself." He concluded, and immediately discovered the difference between this and the first time Voldemort split the soul piece. "But it's not like when you were created, your main soul didn't have much struggle and conflict, at least not as strong as you were at the beginning."

"This is exactly what worries me. I think the main soul probably doesn't know what he is doing and why. He has split too many times, and many parts that form the cornerstone of my character have been excluded by him. He There is only the goal in his mind, but why he has to achieve this goal, he has forgotten, even if the memory is still there, the emotion is gone." Riddle sighed, "There are many things that I can't imagine that I can do come out."

"You're too emotional." He had already seen that Riddle wasn't the type who didn't mind killing because of his natural lack of empathy.On the contrary, the young Demon King was so sensitive that he was even a little sentimental, hiding too many intense emotions in his heart, which led to the splitting of a complete soul. "Can you still fuse the piece of soul on Harry's head?"

"I can't. Fusion of soul pieces requires a heartfelt confession of what I have done, and I did not kill Harry's mother." Riddle shook his head, "Only the main soul can fuse other soul pieces."

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☆, Prisoner of Azkaban 13

They spent the rest of the holiday preparing Hagrid's defense.He thinks such things are futile, the law is too easily played by money, but even for comfort, he can't do nothing.

On Christmas Day, he received a gift from Professor McGonagall, a snow globe containing a model of Hogwarts, which looked extremely realistic.He suspected that Professor McGonagall conjured it up himself.

Harry liked the wand sheath he gave him very much. It could be tied to his arm, and there was a mechanism inside. With a flick of his wrist, the wand could slide into his hand.Professor Lupine will teach Harry the Patronus Charm after Christmas, and with the wand holster, Harry can quickly draw his wand against the dementors during the Quidditch match.

But the most amazing gift was a Firebolt given to Harry by an anonymous person.

It was a beautiful broom, and even someone like him who had no interest in Quidditch had to admire it.But Hermione didn't seem to like the broom, and she and Ron got into another fight over Scabbers.Ron wasn't feeling any better by the time they went downstairs to lunch.

Few people stayed at school for the holidays this year, and Black seemed scarier than the legend of the Chamber of Secrets.So Dumbledore only set up a table in the auditorium, and everyone sat together. He unfortunately sat between Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore. Fried hair.

"What a beautiful cat." Dumbledore smoothed the white cat's fur with a smile, and asked in an amiable tone, "Would you like some sausages? It's delicious."

He wondered how much willpower it took Tom not to scratch his paw on Dumbledore's crooked nose.

After Christmas dinner, he and Ron admired Harry's Firebolt, and if the weather was nice, he was sure Ron would want to go out on the world's best broom.Not long after, however, Hermione and Professor McGonagall walked in and confiscated the broom.

"Sorry, I have to take this broom away." Professor McGonagall said without emotion, "There may be a curse on it, of course, I am not an expert, so I can't give an exact statement, but Mrs Hooch and Professor Flitwick will take it apart."

"Disassembly?" Harry's tone was disbelieving.

Professor McGonagall ignored the question, but turned to him, "Mr. Wiggin, Professor Flitwick has asked you to assist by name. Your talent for breaking curses may be helpful."

"Okay, Professor." He stood up and asked with some puzzlement, "but who would put a curse on this broom?"

"There is no doubt that it is Sirius Black." Professor McGonagall snorted a little unhappily. "This is the usual method of dark wizards. Adding curses to gifts, once triggered, will kill people."

He looked suspiciously at the broom.What Black broke into the castle before made him think that the other party was not this type of wizard.Most wizards who like to use cursed objects to harm people don't like to arrive at the scene in person. They like to manipulate secretly and clear the suspicion.As for Blake, whether he killed twelve people in the street or ran to the Gryffindor tower, it proved that the other party's style belonged to the straight-forward type. "If you insist, I will cooperate, but I also think it is unlikely that the broom has any jinx."

Harry and Ron nodded furiously beside them.

"We can't be sure, we will only know after inspection." Professor McGonagall said briskly, "Come with me, finish the work sooner, and you can get the broom back sooner."

He followed Professor McGonagall and left under the expectant eyes of Harry and Ron.

After knowing that it was Hermione's informant, this incident undoubtedly made the relationship between Ron and Hermione worse, and even Harry was unwilling to side with Hermione this time.Checking the brooms was a long process, and he kept Harry informed of their progress so Harry wouldn't have to wait too hard.

"Professor Flitwick thinks that my way of analyzing spells is too rough, and the magic in the Firebolt is too complicated. Now he prefers to use a test method, simulating the triggering conditions, to see how the broom will react, This made things very troublesome, and he could come up with a dozen new tests every day. Mrs. Hooch strongly disagreed with me directly deciphering the magic in the broom, saying that my magic would destroy the accuracy and balance of the broom. "

Harry sighed in frustration. "I just hope I can get my broom back before the Ravenclaw match."

The Firebolt returned to Harry's hands only after Professor Flitwick's whims had completely dried up.He thought that this would improve the relationship between Harry and Hermione. Hermione's recent situation was very bad, and the sequelae of the Time Converter finally appeared on her. Discord exacerbates these symptoms.And Hermione's attitude towards him began to become bad again, because he was obviously not as diligent as Hermione, but he still occupied the position of the best student.

However, instead of reconciling Ron and Hermione, it got worse.

Ron's rat was gone, and from the cat fur on the floor and the blood on the bed, Scabbers had probably gone into Crookshanks' stomach.

"Tom never sniffs Scabbers, only your cat!" Ron threw Crookshanks' hair on Hermione's homework, "Why can't you just keep your cat in check?"

Tom meowed over, sniffed the blood on the sheet, and wagged his tail unhappy.

"Oh, that doesn't prove anything!" Hermione was also annoyed.She still has a lot of homework, and Ron is holding on to Scabber's problem. "That cat fur was probably there before Christmas and you always have a bad opinion of Crookshanks just because it fell on you in the pet shop!"

"It was your attitude that led to Scabber's death!" Ron shook the bed sheet in grief, "You always think you are right! It's the same with the Firebolt, because of your unfounded suspicions, the broom will be destroyed." Torn apart and pretending you didn't get anything wrong after it turns out you were wrong! Look now, Scabbers is dead! Is it that hard to admit your cat ate mice? Admit that you should put some effort into it Is your cat going to kill you?!"

"Because you have no evidence at all that Crookshanks ate your mice." Hermione said proudly, "You should look for your dormitory, maybe Scabbers is hiding under the cabinet."

Ron looked like he was going crazy.

"Although I sympathize with Hermione, I have to say that indeed all the evidence is against her." Harry whispered to him, biting his ear.

He felt that the evidence did not explain anything.He has always advocated seeing people alive and dead dead, just like Black killed Pettigrew, because a broken finger would prove that Black killed someone, which is too hasty.However, the problem between Hermione and Ron is not whether there is enough evidence, but the attitude of both parties. Ron has been dissatisfied with Hermione's superior posture for a long time. Banban feels regretful, Ron's small thoughts are satisfied, and it is estimated that there will be no fuss.But Hermione wouldn't be Hermione if she did that.

Even Gryffindor's victory over Ravenclaw didn't lessen Ron's bad mood for Hermione.Everyone, except Hermione, celebrated in the common room until midnight that night, until Professor McGonagall told them to go back to bed.

He was awakened by Tom.The white cat got out of the quilt and meowed. He heard the sound of someone opening the door, and walked in his direction with heavy steps.He pretended to be asleep, breathing evenly, and stretched out his right hand to the wand on the bedside.

"Ah-no!" Ron screamed through the silence.

He suddenly grasped the wand, turned over, and pointed at the intruder who sneaked into the dormitory. Under the moonlight, the silver light reflected from the opponent's blade shone on the thin face like a skeleton, and the dirty hair was tangled to block the intruder's eyes. line of sight.That's Sirius Black.

"Legiliency!" He yelled, opening the opponent's mind with resolute conviction.

Images flashed through his mind...James Potter, who looked like a year older Harry, transformed into a lithe stag in the moonlight, and Sirius Black, then young and handsome, became A big black dog.Beside them, a short boy with small watery eyes, perhaps Pettigrew, transformed into a mouse, slipped through the branches of the Whomping Willow, and held down the knots on the tree.They ran into the passage under the Whomping Willow, and there was a terrible howl of wolves and the sound of smashing things ahead...

The image disappears, and another image takes its place.James Potter looked older, Lily Evans was holding baby Harry, they were at home, Sirius Black spoke very fast, "There are spies lurking in the Order of the Phoenix, Voldemort Maybe he already knows that I am your secret keeper. He will send someone to arrest me and torture me. I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it...Wormtail is safe. Even if I'm caught, Voldemort won't be able to find me to you..."

Next, it was the Potters' house, but there seemed to be a struggle, James Potter lying on the ground, eyes askew, Lily Evans collapsed beside the crib, Harry was sitting in the crib, his voice was loud crying.The screen turned and came to the open street. "Wormtail!" growled Sirius, but the other party moved faster.The little man cut off his own finger and screamed, "Lily and James! How dare you, Sirius!"

The deafening explosion swallowed everything, and the scene changed again. The prison, the small cell, and the dementors were floating outside. The cold and terrifying feeling made him tremble, but there was only one monotonous thought in his mind Replayed over and over again: I am innocent...

Fudge, he saw Fudge, the big fat man in the striped suit, handing over a newspaper with a picture of the Weasley family standing in front of the pyramid, with Scabbers squatting on Ron's shoulder, one missing Mouse with toes.Now he recognized it. It was Wormtail.

"Enough!" Some kind of invisible barrier pushed him out, and he sat on his bed, tears and sweat mixed together, cold.The man ran out from the dormitory door, and the dormitory door slammed shut.

"What's going on?" Dean lit the lamp and illuminated the dormitory.

The curtains of Neville and Simon were still closed, and there were some small voices inside, and they seemed to have woken up.Harry squinted and pulled back the curtain, groping with one hand beside the pillow to find his glasses and put them on.Ron's bed was opposite him, pale as paper, and the curtains had been ripped open by Sirius.

"Sirius Black!" said Ron, still in shock. "Standing by my bed with a knife in his hand!"

"Did you have a nightmare?" Dean rubbed his eyes, as if planning to go back to sleep.

"It's true! Ender saw it too, and he never closes the curtains!"

All eyes were on him, even Neville poked his head out from behind the curtain.He was still holding the wand in his hand, shaking all over, and only now remembered to wipe the water marks off his face.He wanted to speak, but didn't know where to start.

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☆, Prisoner of Azkaban 14

Harry jumped out of bed suddenly and ran out of the dormitory, followed by the others.

"Who was yelling just now?" People from other dormitories also came out one after another.

In the common room, where the fire was still burning and littered with litter from the celebration, Sirius was no longer here.Harry asked sternly, "Are you sure you're not dreaming?"

"I said I saw him!" Ron yelled. "Ender, you saw him too, right? Did you fight him?"

He sat down on the couch near the fire, folded his arms, the chill from the dementors still eating at him, 12 years in prison, 12 years of living in regret, in the darkest hours, no one Believe it, Lupine, a werewolf, can't be trusted... He sobbed uncontrollably, so he chose Wormtail, thinking that no one would notice this humble guy, and it turned out...

"Are you going to continue the party?" Fred walked down cheerfully.One after another, several girls came to the common room in a daze in their pajamas.There were more and more people, and Percy came out, pinning the HB badge on his clothes, and shouted, "Go back to sleep! I'm the head boy!"

"Percy! Sirius Black! He was in our dormitory, took a knife, cut through my curtains, and woke us up!" Ron's face was still full of shock.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Have you eaten too much and had nightmares?" Percy said dissatisfied. "Everyone up, everyone up..."

"What's going on here?" Professor McGonagall closed the portrait door, looking angrily, "I'm glad we beat Ravenclaw, but what time is it now? Percy, I expect you to take care of it." How about them!"

"I'm putting them back to bed!" Percy was annoyed too. "My brother Ron had a nightmare..."

"Not a nightmare!" cried Ron. "Sirius Black is standing by my bed with a knife in his hand! Ender saw it too!"

Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously, "But... how could he pass through the portrait hole?"

"Ask him!" Ron pointed to Sir Cadogan's portrait.

"Sir Cadogan, did you let a man in just now?" Professor McGonagall asked as he went out.

"Of course, ma'am," replied Sir Cadogan, proudly.There was silence in the common room, and the students exchanged glances with each other.

"Y-but, what about the password?"

"He has a password! For the whole week, read from a little slip of paper!"

Professor McGonagall came back, pale with anger, "Which utter fool wrote down this week's password and left it everywhere?"

The students looked at each other, and finally, a small, startled sound was heard, and Neville slowly raised his hand.

Professor McGonagall snorted, "Neville Longbottom! Lock up! You don't need to know the password, and you don't need to go to Hogsmeade. I'll write to your grandma and see how she handles you! After finishing speaking, she walked out, probably to report to the principal.

"Professor, please wait a moment." He chased after him, and the white cat followed him. "I need to talk to the principal."

"Is it important?" Professor McGonagall frowned and walked ahead quickly.

"I used Legilimency on Black."

The other party stopped and looked at him in shock, "Come with me."

The headmaster also just woke up, still wearing pajamas and a wizard robe, looking serious.The professors began to search the castle again, while he stayed in the principal's office, took out the memory he saw from Black, and put it in the principal's pensive.

"Sirius Black was not a Death Eater, and he did not betray Harry's parents. Peter Pettigrew was the one who betrayed the Potters. He is still alive. He directed and acted in the murder 12 years ago. Now he is in At school." He said with difficulty, still unable to break away from the emotions brought about by Black's memory.

Dumbledore drew his wand on the Pensieve, flipping through Black's memory, "Why don't you tell everyone in the common room?"

"The memory obtained by Legilimency can't be used as evidence. Unless you find Pettigrew, you can't clear Black's suspicion. But Banban escaped by feigning death again, and we can't find him." He didn't say the real reason. They know that Black is innocent, and the Ministry of Magic is unwilling to admit it, because it means that everyone involved in the case will be held accountable—