My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 398, Section 395: Filial Piety and Fatherly Love

Blake's wand fell to the ground with a "thud".

He looked down in alarm and discovered that a black rope had somehow spread from his feet and bound his entire body.

Blake struggled fiercely, but the black rope remained motionless, as if it were made of steel bars, binding him tightly.

"Dumbledore? Or Snape?!"

He called out hoarsely, but what emerged from under the Invisibility Cloak was neither Dumbledore nor Snape, but a boy who looked very familiar.

Lynn held up his camera and took a few close-up shots of the bound and gagged Black before gesturing to Harry.

"Don't worry, Harry, I guarantee he won't be able to break free. You can take your revenge however you want now."

Lynn wasn't worried at all that Harry would suddenly kill Black; if he did, he wouldn't be Harry Potter.

Harry heard Lynn's words, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and looked at Black, who was tightly bound and lying on the ground, writhing and struggling. He could no longer suppress the hatred in his eyes.

"My dad treated you like a brother! He even had you be his best man at his wedding, and when I was born, he asked you to recognize me as his godson, and this is how you betrayed him!"

Harry yelled in a cathartic manner, then swung his fist and charged at Black, who was lying on the ground struggling, delivering a heavy punch to his handsome face.

When people are angry, direct physical venting is definitely more satisfying than using spells.

Of course, Harry himself doesn't know many cruel curses to torture people. If he knew the Cruciatus Curse, he definitely wouldn't mind using it on Sirius at this moment.

Ron and Hermione gathered around Lynn, both seeing Harry so angry for the first time, while Lynn took pictures of the scene.

He kept muttering to himself while filming.

"A loving father and a filial son, such a touching scene. It's a pity we can only use a camera; it would be best to record it with a video camera. But later, we could use a magical potion to bring the photo to life, which would have the same effect. If this were given to Snape, he would probably treasure it for a lifetime."

"They trusted you so much! They placed their complete trust in you! They even turned down Professor Dumbledore to be their secret clerk and chose you alone! And what did you take their trust for?"

Harry shouted angrily, grabbing Black's shoulders and glaring at him with his reddened eyes, which seemed about to overflow with tears.

"You're the one who made me like this! Homeless! Everyone wants to see the scar on my forehead! They think it's my glory! But I know how I got it! It's not my glory at all! It's my mother's life! She gave her life to give me the chance to live!"

She didn't want to defeat Voldemort at all! She didn't want to save the wizarding world at all! She just wanted to protect me! But she died because she was protecting me! She and my father both died!!!

Black, whose face was already bruised and swollen, stopped struggling. He stared blankly at Harry's current state, looking both panicked and helpless.

"I, I, no, it's not what you think, Harry."

"Don't call me by my name!" Harry yelled. "You're not worthy to call it! You have no right to call me that!"

"No, Harry, I wasn't the one who betrayed your parents. Although I did cause their deaths, I didn't become the Secret Keeper at that time."

Black didn't want to hide it any longer. He felt extremely distressed looking at Harry's current state.

When the Potters met their demise, he was consumed by thoughts of revenge, so he entrusted young Harry to Hagrid and then went on a mad quest to find Peter and kill him.

He believed he had killed Peter, and to atone for his sins, he offered no explanation in the face of everyone's misunderstanding and the Ministry of Magic's accusations.

Even after being imprisoned in Azkaban, he remained steadfast in his resolve to face Dementors for ten years.

Black believes he is guilty for trusting Peter and causing the tragedy to happen to the Potter family, so he punishes himself.

But he forgot that although James was dead, his son was still alive.

Harry Potter was not only his friend's son, but also his godson.

He thought he would live well at his aunt's house, but he never thought about what Harry's real life would be like.

He selfishly believed that staying in Azkaban was his way of redeeming himself, but he never considered what kind of life Harry was living after losing his parents.

Harry's tears fell onto Black's face.

At that moment, he finally understood.

For the past ten years, he has actually been running away, running away from the death of the Potters and running away from the responsibility of raising Harry.

He thought killing Peter was revenge for the Potters, but compared to Harry's current hatred, he had committed a greater sin.

"The real secret agent is Peter Pettigrew! Everyone knew I was your father's best friend, so to cover their tracks, they told everyone they chose me as their secret agent, but they actually believed Peter!"

Hearing Black's explanation, Harry angrily punched him in the face again.

"You still want to fool me with such a lame lie! Peter Pettigrew is a hero! He came looking for revenge after he found out you betrayed my father! You killed him! You blew him up so badly he only has one finger left!"

"No, no, Harry! Peter isn't dead! He's an illegal Animagus, just like me! He can turn into a rat and has been hiding in your friend Ron's house for over ten years!"

"What did you take me for! A three-year-old?! You think I'd be so stupid as to believe your fabricated lies so easily!"

"I can drink Truth Potion! I can get Dumbledore to use Legilimency on me! I'm telling the truth!"

"You're Wormtail! That was the code name you and Dad came up with together! Right?! You're that disgusting Wormtail!"

Blake: "."

Faced with Harry's humiliating accusations, Black simply could not bear such an insult.

"I am Bigfoot! Wormtail is Peter! Your father is Fork, and Moonface is..."

Before he could finish speaking, a series of stumbling footsteps came from the entrance to the cellar passage.

Professor Lu Ping, holding an empty potion bottle in his hand, staggered into the cellar with a pained expression.

After seeing the scene in the cellar, he was completely stunned.

Harry was riding on the back of a bruised and swollen man who looked very familiar, and he was doing the same thing to him from both sides. In the corner, Lynn and two other bystanders were sitting on small stools, watching with great interest.

Has he gone to the wrong place?

(End of this chapter)