Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 316 Godfather
Principal's office.

"If I ran into Black first, I wouldn't waste time getting my wand out from him! I'd tear him to shreds!"

After Professor McGonagall finished recounting the thrilling confrontation between Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black, Hagrid's rough voice suddenly boomed out, delivering a speech that was highly distinctive in his own style.

His face turned bright red, and his beard trembled violently as he spoke.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow slightly, and a few glints of light flashed in his crescent-shaped glasses.

"Calm down, Rupert."

Dumbledore turned his gaze to Sherlock and Harry, who were sitting side by side, and said in a calm and reassuring tone, "That's how it happened. Do you have any questions?"

Harry sat frozen in the carved oak chair without saying a word.

Although he knew from Mr. Weasley that Black was his parents' best friend, he never imagined that their relationship was this close.

So they are still in shock and haven't come to their senses yet.

Sherlock leaned back slightly, his gray eyes gradually sharpening.
There are only three questions.

"Three questions?"

Professor McGonagall was taken aback.

She felt she had already made things clear enough, and although Hagrid was rude, his additional explanations did indeed make more sense of this painful past buried deep in her memory.

As it turned out, Sherlock not only raised questions, but he raised three at once, which was quite unexpected.

"That's right, three questions."

Sherlock gave an affirmative answer once again, while holding up three fingers:

"First, since Peter knew Black's whereabouts, why didn't he inform the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic?"

Second, how exactly did Black fall into the hands of the Ministry of Magic after he killed Peter?
Third, who were the other members of "that team" that James, Black, and Peter were with back then?

Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Hagrid were all stunned when they heard Sherlock's three questions.

Even Harry looked at Sherlock in surprise.

"Sherlock, how...how could you..."

Professor McGonagall was the most surprised; even though the question was posed by Sherlock, she couldn't help but ask it back.

At this moment, Dumbledore glanced at Sherlock and then laughed:

"Minerva, I'll answer this question."

Professor McGonagall nodded subconsciously.

Sherlock immediately perked up, clasped his hands together to support his chin, and stared intently at the old headmaster: "Well then... I'm all ears."

"The first question is, since Peter knew Black's whereabouts, why didn't he inform the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic?"

As a close friend of James and Black, Peter knew Black's hiding place well, which is why he was able to find him before the Ministry of Magic could.

He was probably consumed by the flames of revenge the moment he found Blake, which is why he chose to face Blake alone.

Don't forget, Peter may seem inconspicuous in ordinary times, but he is also a Gryffindor.

The courage hidden deep within me turned into a reckless, all-or-nothing gamble.

Imagine discovering your best friend's betrayal; the anger and disappointment you feel could easily drive you to madness.

Besides, I think he was also worried that if he missed this opportunity, Blake would run away again.

As he spoke, Dumbledore's voice became somewhat hoarse, and a hint of reluctance appeared in his eyes.

"The second question is, after Black blew up Peter, how exactly did the magic fall into the hands of the Ministry of Magic?"
Fudge described the scene to me—he was then the Deputy Director of the Department of Disasters at the Ministry of Magic, and he was the first to arrive when Black killed everyone, including Peter.

According to him, the situation was extremely tragic. A huge crater was blown up in the middle of the street, so deep that even the sewers cracked. The entire street was littered with corpses, and Muggles were crying and screaming.

Blake, however, stood there laughing maniacally, with only a pile of blood-stained socks and a few scraps remaining before him.

Hagrid suddenly blew his nose forcefully, the sound so loud it made the portrait on the wall sway slightly. Professor McGonagall took out a handkerchief embroidered with the Griffiths crest and quietly pressed it to the corner of her eye.

"The Muggle witnesses told the Ministry of Magic that they heard Peter questioning Black, which led the Ministry to confirm Black's crime."

Because the commotion was so great, the Muggles had their memories erased, and the incident was classified as a gas explosion.

Seeing no hope of escape, Black was taken away by twenty members of the Magical Law Investigation Team.

Peter was recognized as a war hero and awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class.

"He didn't resist?"

Sherlock frowned upon hearing what Black had done.

"No, perhaps it's because he knew there was no hope of resistance, or perhaps Voldemort's downfall drove him insane."

According to Fudge, he was just laughing hysterically the whole time.

When twenty detectives surrounded him, he even willingly extended his wrists, allowing the chains to wrap around him.

Dumbledore paused, and seeing that Sherlock didn't ask any more questions, he slowly said:
"As for the third question, the other members of the team that was with James, Black, and Peter..."

Actually, you and Harry both know him, so even if I didn't say it, I think you've probably already guessed it.

“If I hadn’t been specifically reminded, I might have hesitated—but now, the answer is obvious.”

Sherlock, in a calm tone, slowly uttered a name that Harry never expected:
"Professor R.J. Lupin."

"what?"

Harry, who had been silent until now, couldn't help but stand up: "Professor Lupin knows my father?" "Obviously, he's the other person in that little group that Professor McGonagall just mentioned."

Sherlock reached out and pulled Harry back into his seat, saying slowly:

"Based on the information just provided, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew formed a group at school."

Potter and Black were the leaders of that gang. They were extremely talented in magic and, like the Weasley twins now, disregarded school rules and loved to cause trouble.

Professor Lupin was relatively mild-mannered and a key member of that group; as for Peter…”

Sherlock frowned and said slowly, "His talent is inferior to the other three, and he is the least noticeable member of this group."

He idolizes his friends and follows them around all day. He seems ordinary, but deep down he harbors courage.

That's why, at the most crucial moment, he raised his magic wand towards his former idol.

"Am I right, Professor McGonagall?"

The more Sherlock spoke, the more surprised Professor McGonagall became.

By the time Sherlock finished speaking and posed a question, Professor McGonagall was almost speechless.

"Holmes, how do you know all this?"

"Isn't this what you just told me?"

Sherlock said in a completely matter-of-fact tone:
"The only thing they didn't tell me was information about another member of that small group."

But since Mr. Dumbledore just said that, finding a wizard that Harry and I both know, who is about the same age as Harry's father, would be too easy.

Arthur Weasley was too old, Arnold Pisgood was too young, and Professor Snape was the right age, but he didn't have a good relationship with Harry's father.

Therefore, apart from Professor Lu Ping, who just arrived at the school this year, there are no other possibilities.

"Even so, how do you know there's still one person in that small group?"

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but press for an answer, since she had never mentioned Lupin's name.

"At school, he idolized Blake and James like heroes, and compared to the rest of the team, he always followed them around like a shadow."

Sherlock repeated what Professor McGonagall had just said, "Your unconscious way of expressing it is enough to show that there are other members in this group besides these three people, at least one more person."

The reasoning process was so obvious, it was as clear as ink on parchment.

Professor McGonagall was completely speechless.

She couldn't help but look at Dumbledore.

The latter smiled and gestured to her, then turned to Sherlock:
"That's how it was twelve years ago, Sherlock. Do you have any other questions?"

"temporarily unavailable."

"temporary?"

Dumbledore astutely noticed the key words in Sherlock's statement.

"Well, for now. Thanks to the three professors for the information they provided today; it will help me find Blake..."

"Holmes!"

Before Sherlock could finish speaking, Professor McGonagall panicked, grabbed her collar, and said urgently:
"I believe in your abilities, but I must say that Blake is far stronger than you imagine!"

Even in a one-on-one situation, I'm not confident I could beat him, you..."

"Don't worry, Professor."

Sherlock gave a reassuring smile. "Courage is not the same as recklessness. I learned that when I was seven years old."

I will let you know as soon as I discover any clues about Blake.

If he had stayed in Azkaban, that would have been fine, but since he had the audacity to escape and even try to harm my friend…

At this point, Sherlock's gaze suddenly sharpened:
"I will definitely bring this executioner who killed more than a dozen innocent people to justice!"

Seeing Sherlock's sincere gaze, Professor McGonagall finally released her right hand from her collar:
"That's good. You know I would never want Peter's tragedy to repeat itself."

Will the tragedy repeat itself?

Now that we have all the information, there is no need to stay here any longer.

Dumbledore stopped Mr. Hagrid and asked Professor McGonagall to take Sherlock and Harry back to the common room.

As they walked down the long corridor, Professor McGonagall repeatedly reminded Sherlock to keep a close eye on Harry and not let him do anything foolish.

She now realized that Harry's personality was more like his troublemaking father than his obedient mother.

If no one is watching, something terrible will happen sooner or later.

The evidence is also quite clear: based solely on his three years of schooling at Hogwarts, Harry was always present at the scene whenever something happened at the school.

When Harry and Sherlock returned to their dormitory using Sir Cadogan's strange password, only the two of them remained.

Harry looked at Sherlock, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

He felt very heavy.

Although he had already learned from Mr. Weasley before the start of the school year that his parents were murdered because they were betrayed by their best friend.

But he never expected that this person would have such a special relationship with his family.

He not only served as a groomsman at his parents' wedding, but he was also his godfather.

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