From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

But there was no need for that anymore. After a moment of excitement, Sirius immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Harry?"

He called out tentatively.

“Yes, it’s me…” Harry didn’t know how to address him for a moment.

"You know, right?"

Sirius's eyes softened slightly. "It wasn't me, it was that guy from Azkaban."

"Yes."

Although Sirius Black didn't explain it very clearly, Harry understood what he meant.

"You know that's good..." Sirius suddenly laughed heartily, but the laughter stopped abruptly. "I'm sorry, it was my fault..."

He still couldn't explain it clearly, but Harry understood.

Sirius was referring to the issue of the change of the liaison officer mentioned in the newspaper. If the liaison officer hadn't been changed so suddenly, perhaps none of this would have happened.

He really wanted to say "I don't blame you," but the words stuck in his throat...

In a daze, he took two steps forward, breaking free from Lupin's protection, and then drew his wand. The bandages, which were far more protective than binding, were cut off with almost no resistance under the power of magic.

He easily removed the restraints that Lupin had set up, while Lupin himself stood behind and watched everything unfold.

"Don't kill him..."

Harry looked into Sirius Black's eyes as he sat up. "Don't go to Azkaban. It's no good there. The professor said we should stay away from that place forever."

“I don’t know how terrible Azkaban is, but the professor said it’s hell, and you should never risk going to Azkaban to do anything.”

“Let Peter Pettigrew stay over there,” Harry repeated. “Don’t go to Azkaban. My dad won’t be happy. He doesn’t want his friend in there…”

Harry looked into Black's eyes. "He won't. He'll be sad if you go to Azkaban."

"You don't understand..."

Sirius tried to argue, but his tone was so weak that he couldn't even convince himself.

“Don’t go to Azkaban,” Harry shook his head. “Don’t go…”

...

"Ok."

After a series of heavy breaths, Sirius finally lowered his head.

Chapter 310 Insect Tail and Big Feet

"Harry is grinning like an idiot again."

In the common room, Ron complained to his two older brothers—Hermione was always missing these days, and Harry had turned into this. Although he was disgusted, he could only confide in his brothers.

In the direction his finger was pointing, Harry was grinning foolishly, looking as if he had been cursed or overdosed on some kind of potion.

"How long has he been experiencing these symptoms, Ron?"

Fred struggled to lift his head from his homework, showing a slight interest—like Ron, they had no one to confide in after the tutoring incident.

Even Lee Jordan, who had always stood firmly by their side, was no longer an option, because he had just been put in solitary confinement for a month…

Therefore, although they all disliked Ron, the three redheads still gathered together.

“It’s been several days…” Ron rolled his eyes. Although he had forgiven Harry, the matter was not so easy to let go of.

"Are you really sure he's not under some kind of curse?"

"I'm sure he goes to see Lupin every single day, using up all his free time..."

Ron stopped speaking halfway through his sentence, but it was too late.

His two older brothers, Fred and George, had a strange change in expression after hearing the word, and then they started retching violently towards the ground. It took them a long time to recover.

"How many times have we told you not to say that word..."

The two straightened up and looked at their younger brother with resentment.

"Can't it be solved?"

"It will be lifted in a month...that's the theory..."

Fred said somewhat uncertainly.

"So why are you cursing yourselves?!"

“You don’t understand, Ron,” George said coolly. “It’s the responsibility of an adult wizard. It’s like experimenting on yourself first; it’s something we should take on…”

“And it works great! Quidditch training has been able to proceed normally ever since this curse was used!” Fred added. “Relax, Ron, it’s nothing.”

'Curses are trivial, the unbreakable vows we made in the past are trivial... Do you even see anything important?'

Ron didn't know what to say for a moment, so he silently started to finish his homework.

Harry, on the other side, was completely oblivious to the discussion taking place; his mind was entirely focused on his trip to the school hospital that evening.

Professor Lu Ping, who was guarding him, wouldn't bother him unless he stayed inside for too long. As for him, he would go in every day to share the school's stories of the day and talk about the past, and he would find that two hours would pass by in the blink of an eye.

"What should I bring tonight? Why isn't the Hogsmogg market open yet?..."

Countless questions arose, and just as he was about to ponder them, Ron's voice suddenly woke him up.

"Harry? It's time for our Potions class... You'd better watch out, Snape's not in a good mood!"

"Oh, okay... I mean, I understand."

Harry was momentarily confused about what he had said until he picked up his textbook and realized he hadn't read a single page.

'It's over...'

Such thoughts came to mind, but... it didn't seem that scary.

"Let's go, Ron. By the way, have you seen Hermione?"

"God knows, she's been missing all day..." Ron complained irritably—he'd been mocked several times because of Peter's arrest, and it wasn't over yet!

He felt a little sad when this was mentioned.

The man who slept on him all day long turned into... a man... and a middle-aged, lewd, damn criminal...

'Fairy tales are all lies, the fairy tales Mom tells are all lies…'

-

"Holy crap! There are so many more dark-skinned people here!"

In Azkaban, the prisoners in their cells glanced out the window and returned, cursing.

"Need you even ask? That idiot Sirius Black has been caught!"

Another prisoner casually replied.

That's just how reality is here. Everyone has long forgotten about their prayers—after all, they've never even met Sirius Black, so what difference does it make if they curse him?

"A new guy's here, and he's short!"

Another prisoner who was lying there observing reported this.

"Come on, let's open the auction! Which cell?"

The prisoners immediately became excited and started a gambling game.

"Don't worry, there are quite a few thugs. He seems to be a big shot, but he's definitely going to be locked up."

"It can't be inside, they were all sent in by Dementors... Wait, are they going in?"

The prisoner in charge of broadcasting occupied a good position, watching and talking to the prisoners inside.

"That's strange. There are so many dark-skinned people, why are the thugs escorting them?"

In no time, the group of prisoners found a new topic of discussion and started talking enthusiastically.

-

"Go inside."

The thug in charge of the transport kicked Peter into the cell, then burst into laughter along with the other guards.

This time, their striker really showed his worth—although it's unclear which unit Lupin originally belonged to, he did the job that the Aurors couldn't, so that's commendable.

While it's true that everyone admires and idolizes Aurors, being able to surpass an Auror is still something to celebrate.

"Release the spell and let him say a few words. We're already in Azkaban; surely he won't keep repeating that I'm innocent?"

The hitter next to him suggested, but he didn't think the situation could be reversed.

It's extremely rare in the entire history of magic for Hogwarts and magic to both convict someone of a crime... Even if that kid had no clear charges, Azkaban could have put him in jail for life.

After a day of transfer and a day of rudimentary interrogation, with almost no formalities followed, the wizard named Peter was brought in—though the Dementors weren't too happy about it.

'But who cares about those dark-skinned people?'

'What a cunning old liar! Even in his current state, he's still an Animagus… To prevent him from escaping again, Dumbledore even placed a permanent Anti-Transfiguration Charm on him…'

He sized up the seemingly timid man in front of him and thought of the one who had been imprisoned here before.

A perverse sense of humor suddenly surfaced, and he had absolutely no desire to control it.

“Little Pettigrew, right? I have good news for you. Don’t say we’re sorry, this place is where big shots are kept. Sirius Black, the one you framed, used to live here,” he said, looking at Peter with a strange sense of justice welling up inside him.

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. He's been here for twelve years. Don't worry, you won't have been any shorter!"

"Hahaha…"

The batters around him laughed heartily, "That's right, that's right, don't worry, we'll tell the brothers on shift to take good care of you, we'll definitely make sure you serve the full twelve years!"

"Don't worry, I absolutely won't let you starve or freeze to death beforehand!"

"If the Dementors come too often, I'll pay for the chocolates!"

"I'll also take on one of the projects, and I guarantee he'll live to see that day; he'll never be short of anything!"

The group of strikers were laughing so hard that they attracted the Dementors.

"Alright, alright, the prisoners inside are yours, but this new guy needs to be taken good care of today. Let us know immediately if he gets injured or sick," the striker said casually. "Don't be greedy and kill him. What if the Minister of Magic comes later…"