"This... looks like a flying broom." Ron poked the long package.

"No need to seem, just." Harry waved his wand and a detection spell surged out, carefully spreading from the head of the package to the feet. There was no malicious feedback, so it was safe for the time being, so he took it off the table and placed it diagonally against the table.

Ron was even more confused: "But who would send you a broom?"

Harry deadpanned, "Who else?"

"He's really brave." Hermione also had a poker face.

Ron frowned and thought for a while: "Is it him?"

Harry nodded.

"But don't you already have one..." Ron kept looking at the package, puzzled.

Harry finished his cream soup, conjured up a hand towel, and used it to wipe his mouth. "I haven't been able to take care of my godson for thirteen years. I was so reckless that I left my godson to live alone."

"Especially since this godfather lacks some logical thinking, anything he does is possible."

Wait until Ron finishes eating.

They took the packages and returned to the dormitory.

Seamus and Thomas went out to play snowballs, and Neville went to Professor Sprout for detention - the professor seemed to be very energetic. He detained several outstanding students in a row and filled his extracurricular life with arrangements.

Ron rubbed his hands together, eager to open the package.

A new broom!

That would certainly be better than Harry's current broom.

But there are few brooms on the market that are better than the Nimbus 2001...

Harry grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back: "Don't worry, there might be some curse."

Ron was stunned.

Hermione agreed: "Although Sirius is the most likely to have sent it, it is not impossible that it was sent by someone else. There are many people who hate Harry."

Ron took two steps back.

Harry put armor on them to protect them, and then he did some himself, also putting Quinn on.

Arden slapped the seal on the ground and placed the broom in the middle.

They retreated to the dormitory door.

Harry waved his wand and a chair twisted into a human shape. He walked over and carefully opened the package. No curse popped out. In the whole package, there was only a broom and a card.

"It's a Firebolt!" Ron was very surprised and recognized it immediately, his eyes full of desire and envy.

Harry waved his wand and the card flew into his hand, with the words "Your flying skills deserve a better broom" written on it in flourishes.

Very sloppy and hasty.

There was also a smell of owl droppings mixed with some stale sausage and a few obvious stains of wine.

Harry's nose felt a little sore.

"Is it really Sirius?" Hermione asked cautiously.

Harry nodded. "It's him."

He paused and thought about his words. "No wonder we didn't catch him before. He should have returned to the Black mansion during this period."

"Black, I mean, your godfather is really willing to do this. This is a Firebolt." Ron tiptoed and looked at it eagerly.

Harry waved his hand: "Go ahead, that thing is not dangerous."

Ron immediately trotted away, picked up the Firebolt, put it on his bed, sat cross-legged on the ground, waved his wand, and a towel flew over. He carefully wiped off the dust that had been stained by it when he put it on the ground.

"This is the best broom right now!" Ron said in a very pious tone, "It's the only one used in professional competitions. At Hogwarts, it's the best broom."

"Don't say it's you, Harry."

"It's the troll. No, even if Malfoy uses it, he can become the best seeker in Hogwarts."

He kept talking, his eyes never leaving the Firebolt.

Without noticing, Harry and Hermione sat down on Harry's bed and spread out the Marauder's Map.

They noticed it almost immediately, at the edge of the forbidden forest.

Crookshanks and Hedwig, who were gathered with Sirius, and Bowser, who was quickly flying towards the tower.

It snowed heavily today.

Sirius changed back into human form, curled up under a tree, stared at Crookshanks in front of him, and said sincerely: "Hey, I know you, are you the pet of that little girlfriend next to Harry?"

Crookshanks meowed.

Sirius leaned down even lower and lowered his voice: "Don't be so angry, I mean no harm. You are a smart cat, you can tell at a glance that I am not an ordinary dog..."

Having said this, he suddenly paused.

Seems a bit strange?

Crookshanks gave a cry of humiliation.

Sirius realized that the kitten had no ill intentions, but its cry was a little peculiar: "I misunderstood, how about doing me a favor?"

Crookshanks was obedient and sat down with his tail on his feet.

"Great." Sirius breathed a sigh of relief and lay down in the snow. "You should have seen the pet of that red-haired Weasley? That ugly, dirty, cunning mouse?"

Crookshanks tilted his head and meowed in confusion.

"You haven't seen it?" Sirius was stunned.

Crookshanks nodded.

"That damn mouse must have noticed something!" Sirius clenched his fist and smashed it hard on the ground, causing snowflakes to splash.

Crookshanks growled and shook the snow off his head.

"I'm sorry, I just can't control my emotions when I think of that thing." Sirius gritted his teeth, "Since you haven't seen him, how about doing me another favor?"

"Help me steal the password to the Gryffindor common room."

Crookshanks cried out.

Sirius couldn't quite understand what it meant: "You don't want to."

Crookshanks shook his head and meowed twice.

"So you're willing to help me?" Sirius' face was full of surprise.

Crookshanks still shook his head and meowed twice.

Sirius was puzzled. It was not that he was unwilling, but also that he was not willing. This...was the little kitten amusing himself?

Crookshanks raised his paw and scratched his face, glanced at Sirius helplessly, tilted his head back and called out to Hedwig.

Hedwig flapped her wings and flew down, shaking off a few grains of owl rations from her legs.

Crookshanks pointed at the rations, then at himself.

Sirius suddenly realized: "You want a reward?"

Crookshanks nodded quickly.

"If you do me this favor, I will provide you with all your food rations from now on." Sirius agreed readily.

Crookshanks is shocked.

lifetime?

It subconsciously looked back at the castle and suddenly regretted asking Boss to go back and inform Harry. This was a lifetime of food, and this man had no ill intentions.

Although after turning into a dog, it looked much more ferocious than the mouse.

But the aura was harmless, just a little silly.

Hedwig puffed out her chest and cooed twice.

Crookshanks called back twice.

Hedwig muttered again.

Crookshanks immediately regretted it. Hedwig said that this kind of rations could not be bought outside and only Harry's aunt could make it. Sirius was here, making big promises to such a cute little cat!

In Crookshanks' eyes, he immediately became as evil as the mouse.

"Oh, yes, and you, the owl." Sirius looked at Hedwig, "I'll take care of your rations as well. I just need a password to the Gryffindor common room."

"I'm not going to hurt Harry, or that little red-haired Weasley, I'm just going to kill the rat."

"Believe me."

His voice and tone were extremely sincere.

"Really?" Suddenly, a human voice sounded in Sirius's ear, "You have fallen to the point where you can only beg your two pets to believe in you?"

Sirius was stunned.

Vocals?

Whose voice?

The invisibility cloak was lifted with a rustle, revealing Harry's face and Bows, who had been squatting on Harry's shoulder and holding his breath. Now he finally breathed a sigh of relief and gurgled twice.

owl!

Sirius stared at Bors.

The owl that flew away directly after he showed up was not afraid of him, but was going to tip him off!

But then, he couldn't help but look away from Bors and onto Harry's face - a face that was almost exactly like James'.

"James... no, Harry." Sirius' tone was nostalgic, but suddenly became panicked, "How did you find me?"

"I've been looking for you," Harry replied.

"But you probably don't know that I know Animagus." Sirius shook his head and paused in the middle of his words, "It was Remus who told you that I know how to be an Animagus?"

Harry nodded, "Yes, Uncle Lupin told me."

The word "uncle" hurt Sirius' heart a little.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Are you here to arrest me and avenge your father?"

Harry opened his mouth to speak.

Sirius jumped and crawled forward: "But I can't face you now, I still have things to do. I will come to you when I finish everything!"

"Please, Harry, trust me and don't tell Dumbledore about this."

"I will never hurt you."

He left these words behind, twisted his body into a black dog, and ran towards the forbidden forest.

Harry was stunned.

My godfather...

Give yourself a chance to speak.

"Godfather, wait a minute." Harry hurried to catch up.

The black dog turned around and barked mournfully, but did not stop and continued to run forward.

Harry waved his wand, and the dead wood twisted into vines, forming a large net, blocking Sirius's way: "Godfather, we should have a good talk."

Sirius turned back into human form. He couldn't listen to anything now. He pulled out his wand, pointed it at the vines and chanted a spell: "Thunder Explosion!"

With a loud bang.

The wooden net exploded, and he dived in amidst the snow, smoke and dust.

Harry continued to wave his wand, and the trees uprooted themselves and gathered around Sirius.

The figure in the snow and mist coped in a panic.

In the cold weather, he didn't have much physical strength, and he hadn't cast a spell for thirteen years, so he was soon tied up by the vines.

Harry stood still.

The vines brought Sirius over.

"Kill me." Sirius closed his eyes and said in a painful voice, "Harry, avenge your father."

Harry sighed, "My dear godfather."

Sirius was stunned.

"Uncle Lupin said you were stupid, and I thought you were a little stupid," Harry continued, "but I didn't expect you to be this stupid."