The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

When the two young people fell silent, the sun outside the window immediately flew to the horizon.

The train stopped at the Hogwarts platform.

Harry walked out of the carriage in a daze, but he didn't step off the platform, but went directly to Gryffindor's bedroom.

Back, the familiar four-poster bed, ancient bricks, tapestries, desk, coffee table, and Ron, Neville, Thomas, Seamus, the familiar faces.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron was surprised, "You don't seem happy?"

Harry shook his head, giving his friend a grateful look. Yes, he doesn't really have nothing, he still has friends.

"As long as you're okay, buddy. There's been a lot of weird things going on this Christmas, and Snape and Malfoy aren't at school. They must be up to something bad."

Harry had a strange expression, "Where's Professor McGonagall?"

"She's fine, but she seems busy. Also, I really don't like the Ministry of Magic guys. They put dementors in. They make everyone uncomfortable, but that can't be helped, Dumbledore Lido is in the hospital, and there are too many escaped prisoners from Azkaban. Especially the guy named Sirius, he is a very scary person."

"Really?" Harry let out a tired, indifferent laugh.

His eyes wandered in the dormitory, and he noticed Ron's pet mouse, Scabbers, which seemed to be seriously ill, with many hairs on its skin falling off, and it was already unwilling to move.

"What happened to Scabbers?"

Ron let out an annoyed cry. "Who knows! He looks really tired. Scabbers is a very old mouse, and George said he might be dying."

"I remember you said that it has been in your house for more than ten years, and it is already a very long-lived mouse."

"That's right, poor Scabbers, I'm afraid to take him out because the cat Hermione bought is always trying to get him."

"I'm sorry, Ron." His heartfelt sympathy not only comforted his companions, but made him feel much better. Harry discovered that he still had a conscience, and that he could grieve the loss of his friend.

Maybe it wasn't all that bad, he just got rid of a few...

For a split second like a thunderbolt struck through his mind, Harry forced himself not to recall everything that happened in the early morning of December 28th. But his heart immediately fell into the ice hole. Everything sucks, so why deceive yourself? His family, his subordinates, his enemies, his parental love, had all been destroyed by Fiendfire and the Killing Curse.

In the past, Harry basically waited for death, and only Hogwarts was his home.

Hogwarts could not be lost again.

Harry lay in bed, and the moment he closed his eyes, he fell into a nightmare.

Those miserable, burning faces in his sleep roared at him. The boy stood on the ground as cold as black iron, looking up at the corpses falling like raindrops on the sky.

"Harry." Someone called out in a low voice, but Harry couldn't find where that person was. There were corpses everywhere, and there were countless dead souls floating in the atmosphere. doomsday scene.

"Harry." The voice calling him became clearer.

"Harry!"

He woke up suddenly.

The scene in front of him changed again, he was in a dilapidated shack, and in front of him stood a shabby man.

"Who are you?"

Harry looked around. It was the middle of the night, fresh snow was leaking through the battered doors and windows, and the dusty air was bitterly cold.

The man in front of him was pitiful, with the skin on his face clinging to the bones, like a mummy.

"I'm Sirius Black. Your father's friend." The man who called himself Sirius had an unnaturally tense expression, "I escaped from Azkaban just to find you, Harry, and I'm here to kill someone , but not you. They all think I'm Voldemort's lackey, but that's not true! I'm going to find the real traitor."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry covered his head wearily.

"Harry! Look at me." Sirius grabbed his shoulder, his fingers like iron hooks, "When your parents lived in seclusion in Godric's Hollow to avoid Voldemort's pursuit, they cast a spell on the house, The Fidelity Curse, this spell requires a Secret Keeper, as long as the secret is not leaked, no one will be able to find the protected room. At first they asked me to be the Secret Keeper, but I felt unsafe, so I persuaded them to change to a Secret Keeper.”

What kind of loyalty mantra? What secret keeper? Harry still didn't understand the logic of this.

His headaches were so severe that he was almost on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"Let him go!" Ron yelled from outside the shed, followed by a silent spell, and a red light shot out, knocking Sirius into the air.

Ron and Hermione rushed over, keeping Harry behind. "You villain, get the hell out of here! Don't try to hurt Harry!"

"Are you his friends? Harry, you have a group of good friends." Not only was Sirius not angry, he was also very happy for Harry, "I will tell each of you the truth. But before that..."

In the doorway of the shed came a ginger cat with a mouse in its mouth.

Ron screamed, "Scabbets!"

Then Hermione yelled, "Crookshanks!"

Harry stared blankly at the farce in front of him. Hermione's pet cat brought Ron's pet mouse over, and the sick mouse let out a miserable scream.

Sirius suddenly attacked Ron and Hermione, disarming their wands with the Disarming Charm.

"Harry! You see clearly, this is not a mouse, he is an Animagus, he is Peter Pettigrew! He is Voldemort's lackey. He is the one who revealed the secret and killed your parents!"

Sirius pointed his wand at Scabbers. "Reveal yourself! Damn, hear?"

Ron tried to pounce on Sirius for a hand-to-hand fight, but the cat named Crookshanks stood in his way.

At this time, there was a raucous noise outside the lively hut, and a large group of people rushed over. It was Neville who notified the professors, accompanied by officials from the Ministry of Magic, Aurors, and a group of dementors.

The new Professor Lupine broke into the shack first, then Professor McGonagall, then Professor Flitwick...Minister of Magic, Elite Aurors...

The hut was full of people.

God, it was overwhelming, everyone was talking, everyone was excited, Harry saw the expressions on this group of people, sad, angry, confused, cold, their mouths kept opening and closing, they kept talking, say!

"Quiet." Harry moaned weakly.

No one caught his words.

"I said, be quiet."

The Minister for Magic yelled, and dementors loitered outside the window. Everyone is arguing like desperately, and the noise will break people's hearts.

"I say—Ann! Quiet!"

The roof of the shed exploded.

The reason was that the teenager named Harry waved the elder wand in his hand.

Everyone seemed to be choked, unable to make a sound.

The adults all stared at the wand in Harry's hand.

"Is that... the Elder Wand?" an Auror asked softly.

The Elder Wand said: Yes. And answered his question with a Cruciatus Curse.

Everyone raised their wands at Harry.