From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

'Being too vigilant can also have its downsides…' Harry put his wand back, recalling this teaching—now that he thought about it, the professor was absolutely right.

He can't sleep at all now; the sounds of thunder, wind, and rain outside the window are all mixed together, making it impossible for him to fall asleep.

Although he knew that he needed to maintain his stamina for the competition, the current situation was not something he could solve by simply falling asleep.

'Never mind... don't sleep...'

After trying for a while, Harry finally gave up. He quietly put on his clothes, donned the Invisibility Cloak, and left the common room.

Although he didn't know where to go, it was still more comfortable than watching them sleep in the dormitory.

-

Hogwarts in the early morning is much less interesting than the school late at night, and the torrential rain outside makes one feel particularly gloomy.

Harry wandered around aimlessly for a while, only to become more and more irritable.

"Harry?"

As he rounded the corner, he was suddenly called out to, and then he was overjoyed—it was Sirius Black's voice.

"it's me."

Harry simply lifted his cloak, and then he saw Sirius Black around the corner.

"Isn't there a match today?"

"I was woken up by Mischief's prank."

Harry briefly recounted his ordeal, which made Sirius laugh.

"It's still the same as before, it loves to play pranks."

Sirius shook his head and chuckled. "We ran into that guy a lot back then, and that's how we got to know each other—well, we were pretty good at playing pranks back then, didn't I tell you, Harry?"

"Um…"

This is the only question Harry wants to hear, but doesn't really like to hear.

For him, "father" has always been a word he can hear but can't touch—although over the years, his relatives, his friends, and his teachers have described his father's image to him in various ways, he still can't accept their descriptions.

But in any case, probably because of his aunt's family, he subconsciously believed that his father was a steady person who could save him if he appeared.

If my father were alive, neither Aunt Petunia, nor Dudley, nor even Malfoy could have targeted me like that—yes, that's exactly it.

But Sirius's story completely overturned his imagination.

That steady, reliable, and trustworthy father who could solve all problems when he appeared has become the guy in the story who likes to break the rules and go on adventures…

He didn't like this kind of father, but because of Sirius, he actually accepted him the most—for some reason, Harry would be disgusted if someone else said such things, but he was somewhat convinced by what Sirius said.

'But Professor said... Sirius Black was a stubborn idiot...'

Harry glanced at Sirius, who was engrossed in responding, and silently swallowed the professor's words—well, he's quite a lovable idiot, too.

"Pee-pee..." Sirius woke up from his memories, completely unaware of the complex psychological processes his father was going through in raising his son.

"I should have told you that I haven't slept during a full moon since my student days."

Sirius looked at Harry and resisted the urge to reach out and put his arm around Harry's shoulder.

"Yes, that's the reason—we want to have fun on campus with Moonface, that is, your Professor Lupin. Um, the four of us."

“However, relationships always have their good and bad sides…” He shook his head, “Although we trust each other… well, there’s this guy who’s not trustworthy…”

"But let's not talk about him anymore."

Sirius shook his head. "For that reason, Moonface is always in a daze, and of the three of us... James and I are the closest."

"Okay, I've gone off on a tangent again."

"To put it simply, there are some secrets inside the castle that Lupin is unaware of... and even that mouse is unaware of them."

"It's not that we want to deceive them, but that they really weren't chosen."

It means exactly what it says—you probably wouldn't guess who the selector is. Yes, that's right, it's that sprite, the most mischievous troublemaker, Mischief.

"Mischievous Ghost?"

Harry finally couldn't help but interrupt Lupin. He couldn't believe that the crazy guy who only knew how to torment people all day long would have any special choices.

"Yes, Mischievous Ghost."

Although it looks crazy and behaves incomprehensibly, it is indeed different.

Later, James and I researched all sorts of sources and discovered that the creature had been playing pranks at Hogwarts for almost a thousand years; it had existed since the castle was built.

"A thousand years of memories?"

Harry found it a bit unbelievable—even Professor Binns, who was often praised by Professor William, didn't have this much experience over the years.

According to the professor, studying the history of magic makes one wise, so wouldn't Peeves be...?

"I think so..." Sirius himself wasn't sure, "but he's almost always crazy, so he probably wouldn't remember it himself."

"That…"

“But that time James and I encountered it when it woke up…” Sirius said nostalgically, “It was such a ridiculous encounter…and we seized that opportunity to create a great invention…”

Chapter 320 Life is full of surprises

"This thunderstorm... isn't very friendly..."

From the stands, William grumbled at Adams on his right.

Although the umbrellas and magic helped them avoid getting wet, their vision was severely obstructed by the rain.

“Well, I don’t quite agree with that,” Adams responded, raising his voice—the thunder was too loud.

"The essence of Quidditch lies in fighting in all kinds of harsh weather conditions!"

Before Adams could finish speaking, Professor Taylor on the right had already finished, and he smiled at Afra, who was sitting quietly in his lap, "Don't you think so, Afra?"

'I still can't understand the brilliance of Quidditch...'

Faced with Quidditch fanatics on both sides, William could only cast a spell on himself to see the game more clearly.

"Yes... George was great! Beautiful shot..."

The commentator's voice, muffled by the rain, made the game even more difficult to watch.

'I should have focused on perfecting those two paintings instead of watching the game here…' William thought to himself as he tried to identify the two players' moves.

It wasn't difficult—the wind and rain were too strong, and the two third-grade ball finders' frail bodies couldn't hold the brooms down at all. They flew very high, but maintaining their balance was extremely difficult.

Even so, the two continued to fight each other, flying with extremely dangerous techniques—even William himself would never attempt such a maneuver at such a speed.

What's worse, instead of stopping, they started to accelerate.

'A thief?'

William stared in confusion at the direction they were chasing, and after a long while, he finally spotted a faint golden light in the rain.

Yes, it was a thief; the two had spotted the thief.

Harry was a step ahead, but his broom was a little slower. William kept a close eye on the Snitch and began to anticipate his moves—if nothing unexpected happened, Harry should be half a hand's width faster…

"sky!"

William stood up in surprise, but at this moment he had to admit that human reaction speed is limited—a huge bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting Harry directly with a speed that no one could react to, followed by Slytherin Seeker Malfoy, who was right next to Harry.

The wand was waved rapidly, and the spell tore through the rain, heading straight for the two people who had been gathered together.

In mid-air, the two people who were struck head-on by lightning were slowed down by the spell and fell steadily toward the ground. William didn't even take the passage; he cast a spell on his legs and was launched directly into the air from the stands before plummeting to the ground.

'Click...'

The sound of bones dislocating was clearly heard, and the intense pain paused briefly before immediately returning.

'Ouch... If you keep using these immature ideas like this, I'm not eating chocolate for a week!'

William casually cast a spell on the leg to resolve the problem, then limped towards the direction where the two had landed—though it might sound arrogant, he firmly believed that among those who arrived immediately, his first aid was the best.

After all, there was some distance between them. Madam Huo Qi, who was present, had already stopped sweeping there, but she obviously hadn't encountered anything so outrageous before. She was just anxiously taking out her usual wound medicine from the bag and quickly selecting some.

William didn't call out to her, fumbling for the last life-saving medicine in his pocket while anxiously checking it with his wand.

'Thankfully...it's not the most dangerous time yet...'

Both of them survived, though struck by lightning, but not to the point of resorting to their last resort.

“Professor…” Mrs. Hodge, who was closest to William, was the only one who had seen the contents of the bottle, and even with two students seriously injured, she was still horrified—“That is…”

"Shh..." William put the small bottle back, took out a new potion, gestured with his wand, and then carefully used magic to pry open their mouths. He split the potion in two and quickly poured it in.

'Let me think… a lightning strike… a burn… what else… a potion to repair internal organs?'

Wizards obviously couldn't develop a potion for a lightning strike that was unlikely to occur, so William could only mix potions based on his two sets of knowledge—and any deviation in dosage was acceptable, since it could be used for subsequent treatment.

Professor Lockhart's accident—if he and Snape both drank the Veritaserum, who could possibly be cured...?

Just as William was calculating the dosage of the fourth potion, Professor Snape hurriedly ran down from the stands. He rushed over nervously and stood beside him, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately held back and did not ask to take over the treatment.

But just as William took out the small crystal vial of medicine, preparing to administer it to the two of them separately again, he finally spoke up.

"The amount is too much. If it's one-seventh less, there will be some conflict between the magic potion you use to treat burns and this recovery potion."

Chapter 321 British Efficiency

"Well, now you and Harry are really in the same hospital."

Lu Ping, standing by the hospital bed, was both amused and exasperated—"You say you're watching the game, fine, but what's with getting dragged back by Professor McGonagall because you got too emotional?"

"I was just...too hasty."

Upon learning that Harry had been largely cured, Sirius calmed down and began to explain, without a trace of resentment on his face—he had no choice, because of the investigation, he now felt a little guilty when he saw Professor McGonagall.

"Also, don't cause trouble for Malfoy. He was injured during a normal match."

Lu Ping patiently and earnestly tried to persuade him.

“Of course not,” Sirius looked at Lupin with a “how could you think that way?” expression. “Although I’ve always thought Lucius Malfoy was a disgusting opportunist, I’m not that snotty-nosed guy. Why would I take my anger out on a child?”

Lupin felt awkward after Sirius stared at him with a strange look.