I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 181 A Traitor Appeared

After all, Harry was still a young man. In his eyes, Black, who killed thirteen people with one magic, was actually no different from Voldemort.

Maybe it means that I am not even afraid of Voldemort, so why should I be afraid of you, Black, who is Voldemort's subordinate?

After tossing and turning until midnight, Harry finally knocked on Louis' door.

Looking at Louis with red eyes in front of him, Harry seemed to understand a law.

When you want to stab someone, you can't hide your eyes no matter what.

Hearing Harry's stupid questions, Louis wanted to turn him into a mouse and make him play with Scabbers.

"You can even kill the Crystal Old Man under the spell, so why are you afraid of a cricket like Sirius Black?" Louis looked at Harry as if he was looking at a retard.

"Oh...oh!" Harry nodded, not quite understanding.

In the end, under Louis' murderous gaze, he turned around and went back to his room.

The next morning, Tom woke Harry up with his toothless smile and a cup of tea as usual. After a simple breakfast, the group arrived at King's Cross Station.

After putting their luggage away, the children got off the car and said goodbye to the Weasleys. Mrs. Weasley kissed each of her children goodbye, then Hermione and Catherine, and finally Harry and Louis, and gave Harry a special hug.

It can be seen that although Harry was a little embarrassed, he was still happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Be careful, Harry." She said earnestly as she stood up, her eyes particularly bright. Then she opened her huge handbag and handed it to Louis: "I made sandwiches for each of you. When you get on the bus, you can share them among yourself."

"Okay, Aunt Molly." Louis took the sandwich.

Mr. Weasley came over at this time and called Harry aside.

"Harry, you must be terribly frightened," he whispered.

"No," said Harry sincerely. "Really," he added, because Mr. Weasley didn't seem quite convinced.

"I'm not a person who likes to show off, Mr. Weasley." Harry was silent for a moment, and then continued, "But Sirius Black, he can't be more powerful than Voldemort - can he?"

Mr. Weasley visibly flinched at the mention of Voldemort's name.

Then he overcame this emotion, patted Harry's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Harry, I know you are, um, stronger than Fudge imagined, even stronger than Fudge himself..."

Fudge: Don't cue me, I'm strong.

"I'm glad you're not scared, but..."

"Arthur! What are you doing? It's time to go!" Mrs. Weasley urged.

"Here he comes, Molly!" Mr. Weasley called over his shoulder, and then he turned his head and said in a hurried tone: "Listen, Harry, I want you to promise -"

"Promise me to be obedient and stay in the castle the whole time?" Harry looked a little unhappy and rebellious.

"Not exactly." Mr. Weasley paused for a moment, then put on a serious expression: "Harry, you must promise not to take the initiative to find Black..."

Harry's rebellious spirit suddenly came up again, but before he could say anything, Mrs. Weasley hurried over, glared at Mr. Weasley, and pushed Harry into the car.

For some reason, there were not many people in this carriage except for a few of them and a stranger wearing an extremely tattered robe, who was slumped over on the seat and fast asleep. The tattered robe with several patches covered his face, so his features could not be seen clearly, but his exposed hair was mixed with a lot of white hair, which looked quite sad.

"Who is he?" Ron asked in a low voice. They sat down, closed the door, and sat as far away from the car window as possible.

"Professor R. J. Lupin," Hermione whispered.

"How do you know?" Ron asked in surprise. How could his girlfriend know everything?

“If you had better eyesight you might have seen his name written on his trunk by some chance,” replied Catherine, pointing to the luggage rack above the man’s head, where there was a shabby little trunk, tied up with a number of tattered ropes and neatly tied in knots, with the words “R. J. Lupin” printed on one corner, the letters already peeling.

When it comes to name abbreviations, the rules in Britain and the United States are completely different. For example, the British prefer to abbreviate both the first name and the middle name, such as J.K. Rowling and R.J. Lupin; but the Americans prefer to only abbreviate the middle name, such as Dwight D. Eisenhower and Harry S. Truman.

"I wonder what he'll teach us," Ron muttered to himself, frowning at Professor Lupin's bleak profile.

Although Ron had never heard of Lupin's story, Professor Lupin's weathered hair was full of stories.

Louis said casually, "Do I even need to ask? It must be the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. You don't expect Professor Snape to teach other grades all the time, do you? Is he still teaching Potions?"

"Besides..." Louis said in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid that other students in the same grade will be driven crazy by Snape?"

"But they didn't seem crazy in Potions class..." Ron said ignorantly.

Louis looked naive and said, "You are such a naive person. It's torture enough to have one class. You have to take two classes of Professor Snape every week. Can you bear it?"

Ron looked up, trying to imagine the scene Louis had described, and shuddered involuntarily.

It's so scary. In comparison, Louis is truly the savior of his classmates at Hogwarts.

"I heard that Professor Lupin is very good, and I happened to hear from my mother that Professor Lupin has a very good relationship with your father." Catherine looked down at Lupin and said to Harry.

"My father...?" Harry asked hesitantly. He saw the tuft of hair on Professor Lupin's head and knew he must be quite old.

He said bluntly: "They don't look like they are the same age."

"When he wakes up, just ask him." Ron shrugged, and remembered what happened before getting on the car, so he asked curiously: "By the way, Harry, why did my dad stop you just now?" Harry told everyone about the argument between the Weasleys and the warning Mr. Weasley had just given him. After that, Ron seemed to be struck by lightning, and Hermione covered her mouth with both hands. Finally, she put down her hands and said: "Did Sirius Black escape to hunt you down? Oh my God, Harry, you must be more careful... Be very careful, Harry, don't ask for trouble."

"When did I ask for trouble?" Harry was immediately furious. He looked at Hermione with indignation and asked, "When did I ask for trouble? Do you think I am someone who likes to ask for trouble?"

"Not really." Louis added.

"That's it," Catherine added firmly.

Harry looked at the couple, angry but not saying anything. If it was Louis, it would be fine, but the key point was that Catherine might not really indulge him. If she was really mad, I'm afraid that even if Louis stopped him, he would have to enjoy the upside-down bell today.

"But..." Ron trembled, not even bothering to chew the candy, "How stupid would Harry be to go find a lunatic who wanted to kill him?"

They took the news much more seriously than Harry himself had expected, and both Hermione and Ron seemed to be more afraid of Black.

"It's hard to say." Louis muttered to Catherine again.

Ron burst out laughing, but quickly held it back. He put on a serious face and whispered, "But then again, I've never heard of anyone escaping from a heavily guarded prison like Azkaban. God, and he's a top criminal. Shouldn't prisoners like him be strictly guarded?"

"There is no absolutely strict prison in the world, Ron." Louis said with a smile: "Just like our country's so-called most strict prison, Scrubb Prison, it can't prevent people from escaping, right?"

But what Louis didn't say was that Scrubb Prison has always been known to be the most strict, but only God knows what it is actually like.

There is an old saying in Europe: What is heaven? Heaven is the policeman in Britain, the worker in Germany and the cook in France.

What is hell? Hell is the English cook, the German policeman, and the French worker.

As for why? If you know, you will know. Even if you don’t know the others, you should know what the British chefs are made of.

"Even if he escapes from prison, he will be caught soon. The Ministry of Magic has issued such a large wanted order that even the Muggle news has reported it..." Hermione frowned and said, "I heard about this incident when I was watching TV in France. Think about it, it's news from the Muggle world... They must have a way."

"The method has nothing to do with us." Ron spread his hands and tilted his ears: "Did you hear any strange noises?"

"What's that noise?" Harry asked in a daze. He was so focused on the battle that he didn't notice any strange noises.

Louis heard it, and he pointed to the box on the luggage rack and said, "Here, your box."

Ron stood up and reached for the box on the luggage rack. A moment later, he pulled out a pocket-sized spyglass from the box. It spun rapidly in Ron's palm, and it was shining brightly.

"They say cheap goods are not good, I've finally seen it." Ron complained, "When I tied it to Errol's leg, it was like this, crazy and never stopped. The seller told me that as long as there are untrustworthy people around it, it will always be like this... Look, look at our room, who is untrustworthy?"

Several people looked at each other, and Catherine turned her head and looked at Louis with burning eyes.

Then, following Catherine's gaze, everyone turned their attention to Louis.

"Hey, why are you looking at me?" Louis said anxiously: "Do I look like a traitor?"

There is a traitor among us!
"That makes sense." Hermione narrowed her eyes and snorted, "I knew it was you. Humph, you've tricked us so many times in the mirror world. I still remember how I felt when I was swallowed by the treasure chest monster!"

Yes, I am somewhat vindictive.

"How is that possible? Louis was just joking." Ron quickly denied it: "The seller didn't mean this kind of joke when he talked about distrust with me, right?"

In fact, his tone was somewhat uncertain, and he just said a few words with the intention of helping Louis out.

"I'm so sad. Not only do you not understand me, but even Kaixi misunderstands me." Louis pretended to be miserable and sighed to the sky: "Forget it, forget it..."

"Silly..." Catherine smiled softly and reached out to ruffle Louis's smooth hair.

Ron disliked the endoscope because it was too noisy, so after some discussion, Harry took out the thick socks that Mr. Dursley gave him and stuffed the endoscope into them, which stopped the buzzing sound.

Speaking of thick socks, Harry thought of Uncle Vernon, and then thought of the signature form: "When we get back to school, we'll go to Hogsmeade to play. Uncle Vernon finally agreed to sign the signature form for me..."

Ron said immediately, "Then we must have a good time. Hogsmeade is the only magical village in the UK without Muggles. You know, I really want to go to Honeydukes' candy store. Ah... Merlin's socks..."

Ron hadn't finished expressing his longing feelings when he was interrupted by Hermione with an unhappy look on his face.

"Ron! I don't think Harry should leave school and Dumbledore's protection while Black is at large—"

Ron looked fearless: "But if he were with us, Black wouldn't dare to--"

"Stop talking nonsense, Ron!" Hermione was angry. "Black has killed so many people on the crowded streets. Do you really think that we can stop this perverted murderer with just a few of us?"

"Isn't there still Louis?" Ron said nonchalantly.

But when he looked at Louis expectantly, he saw Louis smile shyly.

"Sorry, I plan to spend some time alone with Kaixi."

Ron choked, pouted, and said reluctantly: "Well, I think the mirror really didn't lie to me. Louis is indeed untrustworthy!"

"You found out a little too late, Ron." Louis put his arms around Catherine's slender waist and smiled nonchalantly.

The Hogwarts Express train headed north steadily, leaving the season with you, and the scenery outside the window became more and more wild. The dark clouds above were getting thicker and thicker, and under the cover of the dark clouds, the sky became darker and darker, and it seemed that a storm was brewing.

Outside their compartment, people kept walking back and forth, making a lot of noise. Harry's compartment was a bit crowded, so it was okay to chat, but not suitable for rest, so Louis and Catherine returned to their own compartment and planned to take a short rest to kill time.

(End of this chapter)