Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 231 The Story of Sirius

"I think you've heard about what happened at Hogwarts on Halloween Eve, haven't you, my dear?"

Fudge's voice was very low.

Their seats were also in a secluded spot, neither too far nor too close to Dylan and his group.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear it.

“Oh, some rumors, are they true?” Rosmerta raised an eyebrow and glanced at Hagrid.

Professor McGonagall noticed this action, her brows furrowing immediately. She turned to Hagrid with some annoyance and said, "Just how many people have you told about Hogwarts?"

Rosmerta covered her mouth and chuckled: "I think, maybe the whole bar."

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath.

"Hagrid!"

Hagrid smiled sheepishly, unsure how to explain himself.

—In fact, how else could he explain it?
There was nothing they could do but endure Professor McGonagall's glare.

"Minister, do you really think Blake is still here? So much time has passed, why hasn't he fled somewhere else?"

When faced with this question, Fudge smiled but did not give a direct answer.

“Darling, I believe he hasn’t left.”

Seeing that Fudge was unwilling to tell her the specifics, she realized that Fudge was unwilling to tell her the details.

Rosmerta gave a soft snort, which then became slightly shrill.

"I'm sure you heard what I just said, Minister. Those Dementors are giving me a real headache! They've come to inspect three times in the last two days! What do they have to search for?"

Rosmerta glared at Fudge.

“My customers have just sat down and haven’t even had their beer yet, and they’re already being scared away by these guys—you should be able to understand how bad it is for a bar to have Dementors around, right?”

"Ha ha……"

Fudge chuckled twice.

"That's a real shame—I sympathize with you, darling, but I don't like these guys either—I doubt anyone would like them, right?"

"What does it have to do with whether I like it or not? They're always in my bar!"

"Rosmerta, my dear, I'm so sorry, but this is a necessary defense."

Fudge's tone carried a hint of helplessness as his fingertips gently traced the creases of his sleeve.

"Just now, I ran into a few of them, and they were quite resentful of Dumbledore."

"why?"

"The last time they were at Hogwarts, they stormed into the school during a Quidditch match and were eventually kicked out by Dumbledore."

"Of course the principal should do that!"

Professor McGonagall's voice sounded somewhat rigid.

"How many students were terrified that day? If these ugly and terrifying things are allowed to roam freely in the school, then we professors won't need to teach anymore—we'll just have to comfort the students every day!"

“That’s absolutely right!” Professor Flitwick nodded repeatedly.

Fudge coughed. "Dementors don't attack students randomly; they're here to protect them..."

"Do you believe that, Minister?" Rosmerta raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I believe it—at least the Dementors can prevent you from suffering even more terrifying threats."

Fudge said earnestly, "You guys know what Black is capable of, don't you?"

The words fell.

Everyone fell silent.

After a while.

Rosmerta then said slowly, "I never considered that Blake would choose to join the Dark Lord."

"I was really surprised when I found out about this."

Rosmerta's voice was thoughtful and lingering.

“I remember when he was studying at Hogwarts, he would always come to me wearing a worn-out Gryffindor scarf to buy wine.”

"If someone had said back then that he would go down this path, I would have assumed that person had stolen some mead from the students' stash."

Fudge narrowed his eyes, his voice trailing off with the clinking of a glass against the table: "What you see is just foam on the surface, Rosmerta."

He tapped the tablecloth, stained with wine, with his slightly thick knuckles.

"No one has ever mentioned what he did when he was young—something that even Dumbledore would frown over."

"When he was young? Could he have been worse off than when he killed so many people?"

Rosmerta's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her body leaned forward unconsciously.

“Of course.” Fudge took a sip of his drink. “Some evil deeds are simply beyond description.”

"Minister, you've piqued my curiosity. What is it?"

Fudge didn't say anything.

Professor McGonagall spoke slowly: "Rosmerta, you've talked about what he was like at Hogwarts. Do you remember who his best friend was back then?"

"How could I forget?"

Rosmerta chuckled softly and took a sip of his drink.

“Whenever I saw them, they were always together. I thought they didn’t like girls at all, like the last time they were with me.”

"—Oh dear, those two kids are like a double act, Blake folded a candy wrapper into a toad and threw it into Potter's glass."

"Potter would then use a quill to draw marks on Blake—they made a huge fuss about it, but it worked well, and everyone liked it."

As Rosmerta finished speaking.

Dylan noticed that Harry, sitting next to him, had a few strands of hair peeking out from under his Invisibility Cloak.

Dylan glanced at him.

Harry then peered out from under the Invisibility Cloak, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

His father was actually good friends with a fugitive?

How can this be? !
No wonder Professor Snape said that.
Professor McGonagall nodded. "Yes, Potter and Black, the leaders of their little group—they're a real headache for me."

"They're really good at breaking school rules; I've never seen such mischievous students before!"

"However, they are very talented and quite intelligent—I would say exceptionally intelligent."

At that moment, Hagrid burst into laughter.

"I think that right now, only the two Weasley boys have a chance to compete with Potter and the others."

Professor Flitwick chuckled and said, "I think there is a difference. The Weasleys are twins, but Potter and Black are not brothers."

Hagrid said, "But when they're together, who wouldn't think they're brothers?"

Professor Flitwick nodded: "That's true."

“I didn’t expect it either, but there are always many unexpected things, truths that are hard to understand,” Fudge said.

He sighed deeply: "Everyone knows that Porter trusts Black—more than anyone else."

"It will be the same even after graduation."

"I remember, after Potter and Lily got married, Black became Harry's godfather, right?"

Hagrid nodded: "Black was the best man when they got married. Harry didn't know any of this. Nobody told him."

Professor McGonagall scoffed. "Nobody's going to tell him something like that! Harry would be devastated if he knew, you know that, Hagrid?" "Uh..."

Hagrid scratched his head: "Of course I know, Professor McGonagall. I've never mentioned Black to him."

Rosmerta looked at them: "This is the first time I've heard of what you're saying—I'm not really following Potter's marriage."

"But what does that have to do with what you're going to talk about today?"

Fudge put down his glass: "Of course!"

"What? Just because Blake is in cahoots with the mysterious man?"

"more than!"

Fudge looked at Rosmerta.

“It’s even worse than that! Rosmerta, my dear, you’ve probably never heard of this—and hardly anyone knows about it.”

"What exactly happened?"

This time, Fudge was silent for a moment, then slowly muttered, "The Potters knew perfectly well that the Mysterious Man was searching for their location."

"Dumbledore was constantly fighting against the mysterious man, and he had some spies—very secretive and very capable spies."

"One of them confided something to him, and Dumbledore, realizing what was happening, immediately relayed the message to Potter and Lily, and told them to hide as soon as possible."

Fudge took another sip of his drink.

He swallowed it with a gulp.

"But how easy is it to evade the mysterious man's search? There is only one way to hide yourself."

"The Curse of Unwavering Loyalty?" Rosmerta said.

“Yes, yes, utterly loyal.” Fudge nodded.

"How exactly do you use this spell?" Rosmerta had never learned such an advanced spell.

Fudge didn't say anything.

Professor McGonagall remained silent.

Hagrid scratched his head, looking completely bewildered.

Professor Flitwick straightened his back.

"This spell is quite complex! But it's very effective; it can hide a secret you want to conceal within the soul of a living person."

"Hidden secrets within the soul?" Rosmerta raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I've never heard of such a thing."

She was a little unsure how to describe it.

Professor Flitwick nodded: "Yes, it is that amazing."

"The person chosen to keep the secret will never discover it unless they actively reveal it, as it will remain hidden in their heart."

"If it weren't for the secret agent's leak, the location where Potter and Lily were hiding would never have been discovered by the mysterious person, even a hundred years from now!"

Even if he pressed his nose against the living room window, he wouldn't see anything!

Dylan almost burst out laughing when he heard this.

Oh my god, Professor!
Voldemort doesn't have a nose.
He quickly took a sip of wine, suppressing his smile.

"I'll listen to what you mean."

Rosmerta blinked and said softly, "So, Porter's confidant back then was Black?"

“Yes, a confidant under the spell of unwavering loyalty can only ever be the person most trusted by the caster of the spell,” Fudge nodded.

Professor McGonagall inhaled softly and then exhaled: "In front of the headmaster, Potter is absolutely trustworthy, even if it means death! He would never reveal Potter's secret."

"Why didn't Dumbledore become Potter's secret keeper?" Rosmerta asked.

"The headmaster brought up the idea; he was worried about Potter choosing someone else to act as the confidant," Professor McGonagall shook her head.

"Did Albus sense something was wrong with Black back then? Then why did he allow Potter to choose Black as the Secret Keeper?" Rosmerta frowned.

“No, Dumbledore didn’t know,” Professor McGonagall shook her head again. “But he judged that there must have been someone with the Potters at the time who was leaking information to the outside world! Someone was reporting their movements to the Mystic!”

“Then,” Rosmerta realized what had happened next.

“Then, at Porter’s insistence, he still chose Black to be the Secret Agent and made him hide.” Fudge’s voice was somber.

“But the Charm of Loyalty only lasted a week before the Potters’ location was exposed, and the Mystic found them,” Professor McGonagall sighed.

At this moment, Harry's entire face was revealed next to Dylan, his expression blank, with a hint of pain between his brows.

He knew all too well what the mysterious man had done after finding his parents.

His father died without a sound.

His mother begged the mysterious man to spare him, but in the end, she still died under that green light.

Finally, there was the mysterious man's laughter—a very unpleasant laugh.
"Blake eventually seemed to tire of the double agent role; he no longer wanted to play that part, so he publicly pledged his support for Mysterio, and..."

Fudge paused.

"It seems that it was announced at the very moment the Potters died."

He shook his head.

This is how the entire wizarding world views Black.

“But later,” Rosmerta smacked his lips.

“Yes, we know what happened next.” Fudge nodded.

Voldemort was defeated in front of the infant Harry, losing his magic and fleeing.

Sirius was also instantly caught in a predicament.

—When he was accused of betrayal, his master suddenly fell from power.

He had no time to defend himself and could only flee in a sorry state during the pursuit.

Dylan listened with great interest.

Even if he only knew the general idea, it was still very interesting to hear someone else tell the story in person.

When it comes to choosing someone else as the person responsible for maintaining confidentiality, many possibilities arise.

With more possibilities come more uncertainty.

Even if Sirius didn't directly leak the secret to the mysterious person, in a sense, it was he who leaked the secret.

—If it weren't for Sirius Black's sudden brilliant idea, Peter Pettigrew wouldn't have had the chance to tell Voldemort where Harry's father was.

"If someone is strong enough, they can simply designate themselves as a confidant. But then again, if someone is truly strong enough, there's no need to designate a confidant to keep any secrets."

Dylan pondered to himself.

Of course, cases like his are rather special.

He is a wizard whose strength is "very strong," yet not too strong, but still very strong.
In the entire magical world, you probably can't find another one like it.

Therefore, he could easily set himself up as the person responsible for keeping secrets.

Because no one will catch him and question him about his secrets.

Secondly, even if someone realizes he has a secret and tries to use truth serum or magic to open his mind, it's still a problem.

He also has absolutely sufficient countermeasures.

He has even developed too many new methods for protecting minds.

It's estimated that in the entire magical world, there are only a handful of people like Little Voz, Black Bat, and Old Deng.

Only then can it become a threat.

(End of this chapter)