Hermione's strange behavior made Harry stunned for a moment, and he couldn't keep his expression.

He didn't know whether to continue to lose his temper, but maybe it would make him look unreasonable?

Ron took the opportunity to hug his shoulders: "Harry, if you have anything to say, let's talk over dinner. Hermione is right - we are indeed going to be late."

Harry was absent-minded throughout the Transfiguration class. He was still wondering where Hermione got the news from. Maybe it was Professor Happ? But the age didn't match.

He was thinking so deeply that he completely ignored the frequent glances from others.

Just in the last class, when the Divination professor Sybill Trelawney interpreted the shape of his tea leaves, she gave the death omen that all young wizards feared - a ghost-like black dog wandering in the cemetery.

Her words made Harry deeply uneasy, because he had seen the black dog symbolizing death more than once - from the cover of the book "Death Omen" in the bookstore, to what he saw in the shadow of Magnolia Crescent Street on the day he ran away from home.

After the Divination class was hastily ended, Hermione accidentally let Harry know some information in order to refute Trelawney's point of view, such as she had known some information about his father for a long time, but she kept silent about it.

This is why Harry was angry.

At noon, the little wizards rushed to the hall to eat noisily. Harry took some sausages and fried tomatoes, but felt that he had no appetite, as if he was full of all kinds of troubles.

Hermione pushed him a small dish of dipping sauce, "Harry, you also heard what Professor McGonagall said. Trelawney predicts the death of a student every year. This is her way of welcoming new students."

But Ron said worriedly, "You didn't see a wandering black dog anywhere else, Harry?"

Harry's stomach suddenly twitched, "No, I saw it," he said, "On the night I left the Dursleys."

Ron dropped his fork on the ground, and he was panic-stricken.

But Harry was more concerned about other things. He looked at Hermione and said stiffly, "You haven't told me about my father yet."

"Oh, uh..." Hermione looked away in a panic, "Okay." She took a deep breath, "Remember when we were put in detention by Professor Happ?"

"Of course, it happened last school year." Harry tried to search his memory, "We suspected that Professor Happ was involved in the attack on the Chamber of Secrets, and followed him to the Forbidden Forest, but we were discovered. We were deducted ten points, plus a full weekend of detention." He added, "With Malfoy."

He didn't know what this had to do with his father.

Hermione looked at him, "It's about our detention, Harry. Professor Happ brought a stack of old materials from Professor McGonagall for us to copy - about the list of banned students and the corresponding punishment measures." Harry

recalled more details, and he remembered that when he was copying the materials, Malfoy kept chattering beside him.

But he soon realized the point of Hermione's words, and his eyes widened: "You saw my father's name on it!"

"Not only that, Harry." Hermione said, "All four of them are there. I mean, the names I saw at the time were James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew-"

"So you were so surprised when you heard Professor Lupin's full name! It turns out you knew it a long time ago." Harry figured out a confusion, which made him appetite again. He picked up a sausage and ate it in big mouthfuls. But his eyes were always on Hermione.

"Yes." Hermione said, "In fact, it may be that the part I copied was those years... In short, I saw quite a lot of prohibited records."

Harry stammered, "You mean, my father..."

Hermione whispered, "Similar to twins, but maybe more lively." She carefully chose the words, "Your father's name is often mixed with Sirius Black, and occasionally with two other people. This means-" "

They are friends! And my father obviously has a better relationship with Sirius Black!" Harry slammed the table.

He remembered that he had overheard the conversation between Mr. and Mrs. Weasley on the eve of the start of school. When he learned that Sirius Black's target of escaping prison was him, he actually did not feel too much fear.

The escaped prisoner killed thirteen people with a spell. Logically, he should be afraid, but Hogwarts was the safest place, with Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Heppe, who had a good relationship with him.

The only thing that puzzled him was that Mr. Weasley had a private conversation with him before getting on the train the next day. In the conversation, Mr. Weasley asked him to promise that he would not take the initiative to find Black...

Why would he go to find someone who wanted to kill him?

But now everything is clear. That Black and his father are good friends. They broke the rules together, wandered around the castle together, and went to explore the forbidden forest together...

It is hard to imagine that these two people would become enemies.

'Yes, he is a Death Eater. War will make people crazy. Think about Voldemort! ' Harry said to himself.

Ron stared at the two of them in amazement, especially Hermione. It has been almost ten months since the detention! She simply swallowed the secret and didn't let a single word leak out.

Hermione looked at Harry in agreement: "I thought so too, and..." She continued in one breath: "And I also saw the name of Severus Snape. There are seven or eight records of them fighting with each other - your father and Snape." Harry

was dumbfounded, and he couldn't help but look at the teacher's seat.

A quarter of an hour ago.

The teacher's seat was also talking about similar things.

Snape slowly picked up a piece of potato, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, "Felix, the new professor is not trustworthy. In fact - he is a close friend of the fugitive criminal. They had similar tastes when they were in school."

Felix raised his head and said casually: "I don't know about this. Can you tell me more, professor?"

Snape stared at him, "What do you want to know?"

"Everything you can say." Felix said.

Snape looked at him with disgust: "There's nothing much to say. Potter, Black, Lupin, and that Peter, they were almost inseparable at school, idling around all day and causing trouble."

"Especially that Potter, arrogant and stupid, he mistakenly believed in that traitor..."

"Did you have a bad relationship at school?"

Snape's expression became stiff, and he said slowly: "You did find out a lot of things."

Felix curled his lips and said with a smile: "It's just on the surface. After all, you and he were both outstanding in that period. Many people miss you, such as the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks."

"Don't ask about me anymore, Felix. I warn you..."

"We are in the same group, right, Dean?" Felix changed the address: "But you have to give me more information. If it is a personal grudge, then I can only say sorry."

After a long gaze, Snape raised his head slightly and said softly: "Personal grudge? When you see through Lupin's true face, you will be surprised, Felix. You can stay out of it. I can catch Black alone and enjoy the sweetness of revenge."

"Did they block you? Professor, you won't be beaten badly, right?" Felix asked curiously.

Snape's eyes became terrifying, and Felix said to make amends: "Oh, of course not. At least we are evenly matched, otherwise who did you test those little evil spells on, professor?"

Snape stood up suddenly, and the chair rubbed against the floor with a harsh sound. He subconsciously glanced at the Gryffindor table. At the same time, Harry was looking over, and their eyes met.

The surprise on Harry's face had not yet faded, and Snape's eyes were as calm as a deep spring.

After a while, he waved his sleeves and left.