Blake said nothing, snorted coldly, and concentrated on massaging Crookshanks.

Fudge smiled awkwardly: "If possible, could Mr. Black go with us to the Ministry of Magic?"

Blake looked up, his eyes sharp.

"I think Mr. Black needs a better environment now." Dumbledore said, "He will stay in Hogwarts, and I will watch over him personally."

Fudge swallowed and didn't force it. He looked at Harry again: "What about Mr. Potter? You killed Peter in self-defense, so I think you need to..."

Scrimgeour winked wildly at Fudge.

Fudge didn't see it, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't understand it.

"I don't think so." Dumbledore shook his head and refused bluntly, "Mr. Potter has detention with Professor Sprout tonight."

"What about tomorrow?" Fudge was unwilling to give up.

He couldn't just take nothing back with him except a corpse and a bottle of memories.

"In fact, Mr. Potter's performance in school is not very obedient." Dumbledore said, "Seven days a week, except for two days of Quidditch training, the professors will put him in detention for the remaining five days."

Sirius raised his head and looked at Harry in disbelief.

oh……

How is this done?

But that's the way it should be, that's how James' children should be, surpassing their father.

Fudge was also shocked. He had never seen a little wizard being locked up for five days a week. He stammered and nodded stiffly, "Well, Mr. Potter is very busy. The Ministry of Magic really shouldn't disturb a little wizard."

"Principal Dumbledore, I will go back and investigate."

He hurried off, leaving Scrimgeour to take the things with him.

"Thank you," Harry said after they left.

Sirius was a little confused. Why did he thank him all of a sudden? Dumbledore didn't help in convincing Fudge just now...

Dumbledore shook his head: "Black was once my student."

At this point, he paused slightly and said, "Besides, I am not like you after all. I have experienced so much secretly, and it is still difficult for me to completely trust him now."

Blake tilted his head.

He raised his head, his eyes deep: "Harry, don't let anger consume your brain..."

"Professor, I have good news for you." Harry interrupted him and raised his wand.

Dumbledore was startled and noticed this different wand.

"Expecto Patronus."

Harry cast a spell, summoning his new patronus, a handsome griffin.

Dumbledore smiled with relief: "Well, I really shouldn't have said anything. You are very mature. You understand what you are doing and what you should do."

"Then go back and have a good rest."

"Have a good sleep."

"I'll make it clear to Professor Sprout that you deserve a little break tonight."

They also stood up and prepared to leave.

As they were about to leave, Dumbledore reminded them with a smile in his words: "By the way, Mr. Potter, remember to return the wand to Miss Granger."

They realized it only then.

Harry and Hermione were still holding each other's wands.

Sirius and Lupin returned to his office and he was going to take a shower. Like Peter, he hadn't taken a shower in thirteen years.

He also had to eat. In this respect, he was even worse than Peter. At least Peter had enjoyed Hedwig's owl rations, but he had only eaten rotten rice.

Sirius had a lot to say to Harry.

But tonight, Harry didn't bother him.

A person who has been tense for thirteen years needs a good rest, even if his mind is empty and he has no idea about it.

The next day, he didn't wake up from his sleep until noon.

The long sleep made his brain heavy. He saw the two people beside the bed in a daze and yawned: "Good morning, James, Remus, you are up..."

Halfway through his words, he realized that one of them was indeed Remus, and the other could not be James.

"Oh, I mean Harry, good morning." Sirius stammered, hastily changing the subject, "You look a lot like your father, really alike, except for the eyes. Your eyes are more like Li-"

As he spoke, he froze, jumped up from his bed, and immediately became sober, his tone full of disbelief: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"I've seen you. I mean, I saw you when you were a baby. Your eyes were obviously green like Lily's."

"Why is it so strange?"

Harry paused and looked at him strangely: "I thought it was because of my eyes that you suspected that I was not the real Harry."

"So you haven't noticed it?"

Sirius sat back down, looking a little worried, "So what's going on? Magical transformation?"

"Professor Dumbledore said it might be a problem with the Potter family." Harry used an excuse, "I didn't find anything."

Sirius pondered, "Perhaps Potter is indeed a very old surname, and is related to Peverell in some way, so there may be some strange changes?"

"Peverell?" Harry asked.

Sirius explained patiently: "Peverell is a very ancient family. According to legend, their ancestors had dealings with the god of death."

"Perhaps it was Peverell who caused the change in your eyes?"

"But it's better this way, my eyes look more like James'!"

"And isn't it more handsome for a Gryffindor with a griffin patronus to have a pair of lion-like eyes?"

Both of them were stunned.

"Lions don't have vertical pupils." Lupin said expressionlessly. He waved his wand and handed a glass of water to Sirius.

"No?" Sirius asked in confusion, "Isn't it a big cat?"

"I can have Hermione send you a Christmas present too," said Harry.

"That little girlfriend of yours? Thank you very much." Sirius smiled teasingly, "I haven't received a Christmas present in thirteen years."

He didn't realize what this meant yet.

Harry waved his hand: "I actually have always wanted to ask something."

They both looked serious.

"Did Snape have any involvement in killing my mother?" Harry asked. He had always been concerned about this, but because of Sirius' incident, he had never been able to ask.

And now everything is settled.

The two people hesitated.

"That slug Snape is indeed a very vicious person." Sirius was the first to speak, shaking his head, "He is despicable, mean, and does all kinds of evil!"

"I don't know how he escaped the Ministry of Magic's scrutiny and gained Dumbledore's trust to become a professor at Hogwarts. It's really..."

Harry coughed twice: "You can scold me later."

Sirius paused: "As much as I hate to admit it, he probably won't kill Lily."

"Snape and James were once rivals in love," Lupin said politely.

Sirius sneered, "No way! Only a reciprocated one would be a love rival. When has Snape ever been reciprocated with James?"

"That stupid slug is so smart. He has no chance. Just by scolding..."

Lupin coughed loudly, interrupting Sirius.

"Go on." Harry waved his hand.

Sirius tilted his head away, "This isn't a good thing. There's no need to mention it."

No one spoke.

After a long while, Sirius turned his head back stealthily and immediately met Harry's gaze. He sighed and continued, "Actually, that was a long time ago."

"At that time, James and Lily's relationship wasn't that good."

"We played a little joke on the slugs."

"Of course he fought back! He nearly cut James' ear off with that Sharpshooter spell."

"Lily had a pretty good relationship with Snape at the time. She was a bit nosy, so she said a few words for Snape."

"Then Slug couldn't help himself and called Lily the filthiest word."

Harry asked tentatively, "A mudblood?"

Sirius nodded.

"So you always bullied Snape when you were in school?" Harry asked again. All the hatred was not groundless. Snape's hatred for him at the beginning was greater than the hatred he should have for his rival's child.

Sirius was terrified. He looked at Lupin but said nothing.

Lupin sighed. He knew how perceptive Harry was, and what he feared most was that he would make guesses based on a few words, and then try to guess the correct answer bit by bit.

If I were better, I would be able to hide my expression to some extent.

But Sirius didn't have this function when it left the factory.

"Harry, you have to know that not every little wizard is as mature as you." Lupin said carefully and cautiously, "Your father is not as good as you. When he was young, he always played some pranks."

"Especially to Snape," Harry added. "Because of my mother?"

"That's part of the reason." Lupin nodded. "Of course, there was also the fact that all Slytherins were Death Eaters in preparation."

"But by sixth and seventh year, James had matured, and Lily chose to be with him."

Harry nodded. "Then you won't bully Snape anymore?"

Lupin's face froze: "Snape is the special one, but Lily doesn't know it."

"My father not only bullied Snape, but other students as well?" Harry thought.

Lupin's face froze completely, not knowing how to explain.

"Just a prank." Sirius was very relaxed and waved his hands nonchalantly, "Just like you, some trivial pranks."

Lupin covered his face, wishing he could conjure up a piece of dog chews and stuff it into his mouth.

Harry had a blank expression on his face and shook his head: "I never play pranks on anyone."

Sirius was stunned. "Then you get detention from the professors for five days a week."

"It's remedial lessons," Harry explained. "It's just under the guise of detention, so the professors can't show their favoritism too obviously."

Sirius's expression turned strange: "So you never play pranks?"

"Never." Harry said firmly.

Lupin sighed, his voice helpless: "Sirius, Harry's personality is more like Lily, and his brain is also like Lily."