Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 246, Section 244: The Brainless and the Unhappy

They actually invited Snotty-Snore! But not me!

Sirius was very unhappy.

Although he wasn't particularly interested in the Dursleys' gathering, he wanted to be with Harry.

Sirius then turned to Harry: "Harry, I..."

"Excuse me, Mr. Blake, that was a family gathering."

Harry spoke without holding back, his displeasure practically overflowing the screen.

Harry's affection for Sirius Black had already reached its lowest point when he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Vernon.

Don't expect Harry to give this guy, whom he hasn't seen in over a decade, a friendly look.

The godfather appointed by the parents?

Since our parents are gone anyway, we might as well let him say what he wants.

Harry cleared Sirius's name not because he wanted to help him, but simply because he wanted Peter to receive the punishment he deserved.

Sirius looked devastated upon hearing Harry's words.

"Why can snotty-nosed guy do it, but I can't?"

Snape felt an indescribable sense of joy, and even his speech carried a hint of pleasure.

"Mr. Blake, who has just been released from prison, I think we should go now, unless there is anything else urgent. Don't disturb our family gathering."

The phrase "family gathering" was emphasized.

Sirius's anger flared up instantly: "Snotty-nosed devil, do you want to fight?"

He said to Snape with utter defiance, "I'm going to hang you! Just like back then, with the spell you invented!"

"There's no second Lily here to help you!"

When Snape heard Sirius's words, especially the words "hanged up," "back then," and "Lily," his face instantly darkened.

That incident was definitely the memory he least wanted to recall.

He pulled out his magic wand from his wide sleeve.

Thirteen and a half inches, birch, snake nerve.

"Mr. Dursley, give me two minutes. I need to deal with a piece of trash first."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, but anyone could hear the suppressed anger in his tone.

Sirius was delighted to see Snape's actions and twirled his wand in his hand.

He wanted to teach Snape a lesson.

"Okay," Vernon replied, while looking at the two of them with some curiosity.

He had never seen wizards fight before.

To be fair, he hoped Snape would win; Black was really annoying.

What would happen if Sirius Snape were to fight him one-on-one?

moment

Sirius Black, who had just made those outrageous remarks, was now hanging upside down on the Kingdom Cross platform, his eyes wide with disbelief.

What a brainless man.

This guy's memories of Snape are still stuck in the past.

He believed that Snape was at most on par with him, and that he could even win a small round if he had a burst of energy.

Little did people know that he had wasted twelve years in Azkaban, during which time he hadn't practiced a single spell. Snape, on the other hand, hadn't wasted those twelve years.

Not only did he become a renowned potion master in the wizarding world, but his spellcasting skills were also elite-level; when dealing with him, even potions were unnecessary.

The outcome was a complete stomp between the professor and the student; there was absolutely no suspense.

Vernon glanced disdainfully at Sirius, who was hanging up.

I thought he was some big shot, but he's just a nobody.

I reckon even Dudley, no, Harry, couldn't beat him.

The thought flashed through Vernon's mind.

Given Harry's current skill level, Sirius might actually be no match for him.

Although he had given Sirius a good beating, Snape's face was icy and his displeasure was written all over his face as he recalled certain events.

Mr. Grumpy. Ahem, Snape followed Dudley and the others into Mr. Dursley's new carriage.

Yes, it's another new car. This new car is much bigger than the previous ones and can accommodate eight people.

Because he was in a bad mood, Snape sat in the last row. As a half-blood wizard, he didn't actually dislike Muggle transportation.

Poor Sirius remained hanging upside down until Dudley and the others left. Kingdom Cross Station also closed due to the end of train services.

As the gates slowly closed and the lights went out, the entire Kingdom Cross Station was plunged into darkness.

Sirius thus spent an unforgettable night.

Let's return our focus to Hogwarts.

With the arrival of the holidays, most of the teachers and students went home to their own families. Looking around, only a few people remained in the school: Dumbledore, McGonagall, Trelawney, Mrs. Pince, and Filch, who called Hogwarts their home (Hagrid lived in his own cottage).

The once bustling castle was now completely silent, and even the ghosts were unwilling to wander around the empty castle.

Administrator Filch doesn't need to patrol until midnight, nor does he have to worry about any students wandering off at night.

He could comfortably hold Loris and sit by the fireplace, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

But beneath this tranquility lies a sense of loneliness, like an elderly person living alone without family to visit.

Professor McGonagall had gone to bed early, partly because she was getting old and her energy wasn't what it used to be, and partly because she was going to Hogsmeade Village early the next morning to pay her respects to her late husband.

Inside the library, Mrs. Pince was carefully wiping each book and then arranging them neatly according to their categories.

In the teachers' dormitory, Trelawney stared wide-eyed, mesmerized at a crystal ball, seemingly trying to glimpse the future within it. She appeared to have failed, so she poured herself another cup of tea, stirring it with her fingers, attempting to find secrets among the tangled tea leaves. But she seemed to have failed again.

"I am a descendant of the greatest diviner, Cassandra Trelawney. I can do it. I can see the future."

"I saw death!"

Trelawney said this, her tone becoming joyful, as if she had truly seen something.

In fact, the crystal ball in her hand was no different from the original one; it only reflected her own image.

Dumbledore was also holding a crystal ball, staring at it intently, but unlike Trelawney, his eyes held a hint of reminiscence and longing.

After a long silence, he let out a soft sigh and carefully put the crystal ball away.

This crystal ball is no ordinary crystal ball; it is a prophecy ball containing a prophecy.

prophecy

The most mysterious thing in the wizarding world.

It was all because of a prophecy that Voldemort ruthlessly murdered the Potters, and ultimately died as a result of the prophecy itself.

However, this prophecy orb has nothing to do with the one above. It was received by Dumbledore three years ago, the day before Harry and his classmates were about to enroll in school.

It was sent by an old friend of his who had the blood of a fortune teller.

The address from which the letter was sent is from.

Nurmengard

Formerly the stronghold of an organization, now a prison on par with Azkaban.

For decades, they imprisoned only one wizard.

(End of this chapter)