Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 210 Painful Memories

[I, Sirius, have been living on that night, the night when James died.

The only reason I live is to atone for my sins.

After all, Peter who killed James and Voldemort who killed their family are both dead. The only thing I need to do is atone for my sins.

Fortunately, Crouch Sr. didn't put me on trial, so I didn't take Veritaserum or have my memory read. To be honest, I'm not very good at Occlumency.

Throughout my years in Azkaban, I kept thinking about that painful night, which kept me from losing my mind like so many others.

I knew I was innocent, which wasn't a pleasant thought, so the dementors didn't suck it out of my head.

This way I can keep my head clear and know who I am, so I can better torture my emotions.

Even more bizarre is that it actually helps me conserve my mana.

So, if the situation around me became unbearable, too unbearable, I would shapeshift in my cell and turn into a dog, because the dementors couldn't see me.

They are aware of people's emotions and thus feel how to approach people.

I want to stay sane so I can realize my sin.

Fortunately, although dementors are creatures with the same intelligence as humans, they observe life through emotions, and most of my emotions are not like human emotions and are not that complicated - I am in too much pain. I become a dog.

It also made them think that I was losing my mind, just like everyone else there, so they weren't worried.

During this time, I remember Dumbledore coming a few times.

That's awesome, him.

He actually thought I was innocent and sensed something was wrong.

But I can't go out.

What’s surprising is that later he tried to read my memory directly. Fortunately, maybe I was in too much pain and I successfully defended my brain, but he couldn’t see anything.

How would James congratulate me if he knew I was so powerful?
I have mastered Snotlout's best spell, haha.

But it was also a pleasant emotion, and Snotlout and James's face quickly disappeared from my mind.

Unknowingly, I don’t know how long it took, it was like a dream.

It was like I'd left Azkaban, been given Veritaserum, and had my memory read - like someone was drilling into my brain with what Muggles call a power drill.

Electric drills, Lily's annoying relatives make electric drills, or drills. James and I learned this together when we were preparing to meet them.

However, the result of the meeting was unpleasant.

It was really unpleasant, and what made me even more annoyed was that after I left Azkaban, the pleasant memories kept flooding back to me, which made it so easy for me to have my memory read.

I'm set free!
All the confiscated property of the Black family was actually returned. The first thing I thought of was not because I cared about them, on the contrary, I hated them.

The reason why I am like this is because I vaguely remember that these things were taken away by the Ministry of Magic and my cousin Narcissa and his husband. I am really surprised that these things can come back.

Somehow, almost everyone knew my story, and they all saw me as a hero.

Damn it! James' death actually became my medal!
The reverent look in every wizard's eyes was like a red iron rod, piercing hard into my heart.

And some stupid old fuddy-duddy trying to hook me up with someone to marry.

Only then did I realize that Phineas Nigellus, my most hated ancestor, had a lot to do with it, a portrait!
I wanted to give it all away, but Dumbledore reminded me that it might put some people out of work, and that I would need it if I wanted to live with Harry when he came of age. Harry! How could I have forgotten about Harry! James' son!

For a moment, I forgot why I had to live with him as an adult, and I didn’t even notice—no, I still noticed it, how could I not care about Snape, the snot-nosed name!

He became Head of Slytherin!

Isn't he a Death Eater?
He turned out to be a spy!

It was also certified by Dumbledore!

What would Snotlout do to James' child!

I met Harry when I went to James' house to play, and he looked just like James!
I'm going to Hogwarts!
Fortunately, Dumbledore allowed me, and I decided to take care of myself first and drink some replenishing potion.

But the magic potion is really cheap. Have prices dropped? I didn't pay too much attention.

Kreacher was still alive, and the portrait of my stupid mother scolded me again.

But it doesn't matter, I need to see Harry, I need to have a good rest and eat well. I heard that it was the Quidditch final that day, and he seemed to be the Seeker!
Just like James!
I didn't know exactly what house he was in, but it must be Gryffindor!
Time soon came to Saturday, I changed my clothes, and before the game started, I met Dumbledore and the others - except for Snotlout!

I also met Peeves, an old friend I haven’t seen for a long time!
That old ghost Filch is not dead yet, and neither is his cat. How annoying!

I felt very unlucky, so I hid my figure with a black robe and came to the Quidditch pitch - Harry was a Ravenclaw!

But I didn't pay attention, I just felt that James was flying on the court!
As expected of James' son, he won the Quidditch Cup!
Then, I spotted Peter, the Weasley kid on his shoulder!

He's not dead! I'm going to kill him!

No, Harry is here. If I had just been released from prison, I would have killed him directly.

But now, I'm going to let Harry live with me, and I'm going to be patient.

Changed, all changed together.

Potter and Malfoy, Malfoy and Weasley actually became friends!

Even a mouse can be a bridesmaid for a cat!
I accidentally revealed my true feelings for Lily. If so, will Harry agree to live with me?

No matter, there is still Peter!

Professor McGonagall is here. After all the superficial work is done, I will kill this traitor directly!
Azkaban is probably where I should stay. I don't want others to think I'm a hero, I'm a waste!

That's just a mouse!

Not Peter!

Let me die! 】

Sirius stood there blankly, with his wand at his feet. The students around him were all driven away by Professor McGonagall.

Harry and the others seemed to have said something, but it didn't matter.

"Sirius, go to my office with Potter." Professor McGonagall shook his shoulders and handed the wand into his hand. These words were like a ray of sunshine, temporarily breaking through the haze in Sirius's heart.

How familiar this sentence was, it was what he and James heard the most when they were students!
So, his eyes were full of life again.

"Harry, you look exactly like James, but your eyes are just like your mother." Sirius ignored Professor McGonagall and knelt down and said to Harry, "Also, I'm sorry for saying anything about your mother. I said bad things to your friends and wasted your time.”

(End of this chapter)