I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 188 Night Tour
Of course Louis knew what this map was. In fact, he had considered getting it in first grade so that he wouldn't get lost when he went to the Room of Requirement - until he met his own living map, Catherine.

Of course, compared to the dead object living point map, Louis prefers Catherine, at least Catherine can be used as more than just a map.

So when Harry was showing off his new artifact, the Marauder's Map, like he was presenting a treasure, Louis saw through Harry's desire to show off with just one sentence.

"Is it possible that you recognize Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs above?"

Harry was choked for a moment. He looked at Louis in disbelief, then quickly smiled and shook his head to deny, "How is that possible? According to George and Fred, these four people should have been studying at Hogwarts a long time ago. How could I have any connection with them? Besides, the code names of these four people don't look like good people..."

To be a filial son is truly filial.

"Is it possible that one of them is your father?" Louis held back his laughter and revealed the secret mercilessly, trampling on Harry's mental defenses like a Maginot.

"My father?" Harry's voice rose eight octaves, he just scolded those people for their indecent code names... He flipped through the map, looked at Louis, then lowered his head and flipped through the map again, obviously unable to accept this reality.

It was... quite sudden.

"You should know that your father had several good friends when he was in school. Among them were our substitute Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lupin, and the escaped convict Sirius Black who is chasing you; oh, and finally, there was the unlucky guy who was killed by Black, Peter Pettigrew..." Louis crossed his legs, and Christasza, who was standing beside him with sharp eyes, immediately came over and knelt beside him, gently tapping his legs.

"But..." Harry opened his mouth like a toad, but couldn't say anything for a long time. Now his brain was boiling, in a state of pig brain overload. How could he come up with so many secrets just to show off his map skills to his good friends?

It took him a long time to end the storm in his head. He picked up the cup of black tea that Aslo had silently brought him, and took a sip in an attempt to calm his restless heart.

"This is unscientific..." he finally said.

Louis stretched out his finger and shook it, then said with a smile: "Harry, first of all, we are in the wizarding world, and the wizarding world does not talk about science. You should say this is not magic, and maybe the prefix should be Merlin's socks or something like that."

"..." Harry didn't know what to say.

He raised his head to drain the tea in his cup, burped, and asked, "So... who are these four people? I mean, their code names, like Bigfoot Moonface..."

"First of all, the moon-faced one is Professor Lupin - don't look at me like that, think back to Professor Lupin's face, that scar, doesn't it look like the moon?" Louis certainly wouldn't say he was a werewolf or something like that, pretending to be a prophet, he just made up a vague excuse: "Well, Padfoot is basically Sirius Black, after all, if he wasn't Padfoot, he wouldn't be able to escape from Azkaban, right?"

"That's true." Harry smiled, but then felt it was inappropriate and forced the smile back.

"Wormtail should be Peter. I once heard Professor McGonagall say that the poor guy was short, so... Wormtail should be him. As for Prongs, using the process of elimination, there is an 80% chance that it should be your father." Louis tapped the table with his fingers and gave Harry a spoiler.

Harry looked enlightened. No matter whether he understood or not, he felt that he should have understood.

"This map is amazing. Even people who don't belong to this school will be shown on the map." Louis said meaningfully.

Harry was stunned for a moment, then said ecstatically: "That is to say, even if Sirius Black appears on the map, I can still find him through the map?"

My goodness, if he had listened to anything Mr. Weasley said, it would have been at least part of it.

"My advice is, Harry." Louis shook his head: "I don't object to you looking for him, but I suggest you call him first before you fight."

"I know, Louis, I will definitely call you." Harry nodded and said firmly.

He turned to look at the map and saw "Cornelly Fudge" in the headmaster's office besides Dumbledore.

"It's true." He said to himself, with a flame burning in his heart.

He wanted to capture Sirius Black himself and avenge his parents.

The fighting spirit on Harry's face continued until Ron and the others returned from Hogsmeade. Seeing Harry's expression, they looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Maybe this child has hyperthyroidism.

"Harry, Harry?" Ron was still worried and called Harry's name softly.

Harry shuddered, coming back to his senses from the joyful fantasy of catching Sirius, and belatedly asked, "What's wrong, Ron?"

"What are you thinking about? Why do you have that expression on your face?" Ron asked fearfully. Harry's expression just now was indescribably... vulgar.

Harry uttered an "ah" and said quickly, "Nothing, nothing, I just remembered some happy things..."

"Are you in love?" Hermione asked hesitantly. It was hard not to think of Harry's expression as a young boy in love.

This was even more ridiculous. Harry would rather be discovered by the two of them that he was planning to capture Sirius Black than admit that he was a boy in love. He jumped up as if he had been electrocuted and denied it repeatedly. However, the more he denied, the more suspicious Hermione's face became.

How does that saying come about? The bigger your reaction, the more guilty you feel.

He slept in the hall again that night. Bored, Harry lay in his sleeping bag and opened the Marauder's Map. The lights were on anyway, so he wasn't worried that someone would take the map away.

Ron didn't notice Harry's actions. He and Hermione were falling in love, so how could he have time to care about his good brother?
Anyway, this is obviously a movie for three people, and Harry is somewhat unworthy of having a name now, but this is also something he is happy to see. After all, no one wants to be disturbed at this time.

Soon, he found something unusual on the fifth floor of the map, a strange name.

When he looked more closely, he was shocked to find that the name on it was the dead Peter Pettigrew!

Harry remembered what Louis had said, that Peter Pettigrew was one of his father's best friends at school. Harry quickly and quietly put the map in his arms, and at an angle where Ron and the others didn't notice, he slipped out of the hall under the pretext of going to the toilet.

The dwarf Peter on the map seemed to be walking towards him, moving very fast, from the fifth floor to the third and second floors. Harry followed him and finally came to a corner. The dwarf Peter was still moving. Harry turned around but saw nothing.

He checked again and again, but saw Peter Pettigrew slipping away from him like a flash. He rubbed his eyes and checked again, but saw nothing. But he soon realized that something was wrong. In the direction where Peter came from, a black dot called Severus Snape was walking towards him.

Harry quickly folded up the Marauder's Map and put it in the middle pocket of his clothes, then quickly extinguished the light from the wand in his hand.

A few seconds after the corridor fell into darkness, the light appeared again, and at the same time, Snape's expressionless face appeared in front of Harry.

"What are you doing wandering around the corridor so late at night? Let me guess, you're sleepwalking again, Mr. Potter." Snape's voice was as sarcastic and greasy as ever.

Harry knew that Snape disliked him, and he had no intention of dealing with the professor in a friendly manner, so he said confidently, "I'm sleepwalking."

Snape's face suddenly fell, as if he had seen some great garbage, revealing an extremely disgusted expression: "Why are you so much like your father, Pott? He is just like you, so arrogant, wandering around the castle arrogantly..."

"My father is not arrogant! Neither am I!" How could Harry let Snape "slander" his father like this? He stiffened his neck and retorted, and then said to Snape in a veiled tone: "If you don't mind, please put down your wand. I have to go back to sleep."

Snape's attention was quickly drawn to Harry's pocket. The map was sticking out of his pocket, raising the entire pocket to an angle where no one could see it. Snape looked at it for a while, then used his glowing wand to point at the pocket on Harry's stomach: "What's in your pocket?"

"Nothing, Professor," Harry tried to struggle.

Snape obviously didn't buy it. He smiled with a fake smile and stared at him for a long time: "Take that thing out of your pocket."

Harry reluctantly took out the Marauder's Map from his pocket and handed it to Snape. Snape looked it up and down and found nothing wrong, so he asked, "What is this?"

"It's just an ordinary piece of parchment, Professor." Harry's lying skills were perfect, his face didn't turn red or white, and his expression was not panicked.

"Really?" Snape forced a forced smile. "Since it's no use, why don't we... throw him into the fireplace? How about that, Mr. Pott?"

"Don't!" After all, the young man couldn't hide his thoughts, and Harry couldn't help but shouted out.

"I think there must be some secret hidden here. Let me take a look." Snape looked at Harry meaningfully, handed the Marauder's Map to Harry, and motioned him to open it.

Harry did so, and Snape touched his wand to the parchment.

"Reveal Your Secret!" Snape whispered.

Under the effect of his magic, thin ink lines like spider webs immediately began to appear from the place where the wand had just touched. These lines intersected each other and extended to every corner of the parchment. Then words began to appear above the parchment, in obvious bold fonts.

"You read it." Snape said unkindly.

Harry lowered his head and began to read the map in his hand in the light provided by Snape: "Gentlemen: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs send their regards to Professor Snape, and at the same time..."

He couldn't read any further, as what was written there wasn't anything nice. He felt that if he read it aloud, Snape would probably make him brush his snot for the whole day.

"Read on." Snape obviously didn't know what was going on and was still forcing Harry to continue reading.

Harry saw that there was nothing he could do. Since you asked me to read it, he made up his mind and continued reading: "At the same time, ask him not to stick his big nose out and meddle in other people's business."

Snape was furious. His face was distorted as he shouted, "You are such a bold little ..."

"professor?"

A warm voice came from behind him, and Snape turned around and found it was Lupin.

"Hey, Lupin, out for a walk in the moonlight, eh?" he said sarcastically.

Knowing that the other party was a werewolf, Snape couldn't pretend to be a prophet. He was almost going crazy and could only vent in this way.

Lupin didn't answer him, but smiled gently and asked Harry: "Harry, are you okay?"

Harry nodded, and Snape said quickly, "That depends on the situation..." Then he snatched the Marauder's Map from Harry's hand and handed it to Lupin, "I just confiscated a rather strange little thing from Pott. Take a look, Lupin. This should be your specialty. Obviously, it is full of dark magic."

Lupin saw the familiar map and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but he forced himself to suppress it. He smiled and said, "I don't think so, Severus. It seems that this is just a special parchment. It is obvious that whoever wants to read its contents will be humiliated. Perhaps it is something produced by Zonko's joke shop."

As he said this, he raised his hand to avoid Professor Snape's attempt to take it away, and quickly folded it neatly and stuffed it into his coat pocket.

"But I should definitely check to see if it has any hidden magical properties. As you said, this is my specialty."

At this point, he looked at Harry and said, "Harry, please follow me, okay?"

Harry walked over as he was told. He turned to Snape and said goodbye with a smile, "Good night, Professor."

……

In Lupin's office.

"I don't understand how this map fell into your hands. Frankly speaking, I am very shocked that you didn't hand it in!" Lupin's voice was extremely serious. He slammed the map on the table and scolded angrily: "Have you ever thought about it! If this map fell into the hands of Sirius Black, he could find you through the map!"

Harry was stunned. He had not expected this. Fortunately, Harry was a child who could listen to his own people, so he just nodded and said nothing.

"Your father wasn't one to follow the rules either, but he and your mother gave their lives to save you. You didn't respect their sacrifice and wandered around the castle unsuspectingly, knowing that a murderer was on the loose. Is this how you repay them?"

"I won't cover up for you anymore, Harry." Lupin pointed at Harry's chest with the map, seeming extremely angry and disappointed.

(End of this chapter)