"Meddling like Lily?" Sirius asked in a strange tone. He found it hard to imagine the scene. James sternly stopped him from playing a prank.

"As smart as Lily." Lupin said helplessly, "even sharper."

Having said this, he paused slightly, turned to look at Harry, and considered his words more carefully: "James may have been a little too much when he was young."

"They would play some pretty bad jokes on some innocent people."

"but……"

Sirius tilted his head. He didn't like this kind of words very much, but it was the fact.

"You can take it off. I'm not that fragile." Harry said coldly.

Lupin raised his hand and pressed it on Harry's shoulder: "James has his flaws, but he is a good man."

"And he loves me very much and is a very good father." Harry continued.

Lupin breathed a sigh of relief.

Sirius hung his head.

"So you didn't know that Snape had something to do with my mother's death?" Harry changed the subject.

Lupin was a little surprised: "Are you doubting Snape? But he..."

Sirius clenched his fists.

"It's just a guess." Harry shook his head. "Since you don't know, I'll find a chance to ask Dumbledore again."

"No need to ask! I know that slug!" Sirius shouted, "He can't be a good person, just go and ask him!"

"I heard from Lupin last night that you know a spell that can make people tell the truth. Just use it on him."

Harry whispered, "That spell didn't work on Snape. He's a master of Occlumency."

Sirius was surprised: "Just him?"

"Then let's just hang him up. Remus, I remember you know how to make truth serum? Give him a bottle and make him spit out the truth."

Lupin sighed.

Harry corrected him, "First of all, Veritaserum is of no use to an Occlumency Master."

Sirius was startled.

"Secondly, Snape is difficult to deal with." Harry paused, "Maybe it will take the three of us to kill him together. It will be even more difficult to capture him alive."

"Impossible!" Sirius waved his hands and stood up from the bed. "How could that slug be so powerful?"

Lupin said, "Snape is indeed that powerful now."

"He is a Potions Master, a recognized one, the kind that no one questions."

Sirius shook his head and said stubbornly, "I just doubt it."

"Then you need to become a pharmacist with achievements in the field of potions, at least to the level of Lily." Lupin shrugged, his tone casual, hitting Sirius' sore spot.

Sirius rolled his eyes and looked at Harry, "Harry, Remus said that you inherited Lily's brains, so you should be good at potions as well?"

Harry nodded: "But I don't question Professor Snape's achievements in potions."

Sirius sat back down, "Harry, you too, now he's really awesome?"

Harry and Lupin nodded.

Sirius sighed and scratched his messy head: "Well, I plan to go to Diagon Alley today, Harry, you and I..."

"Not yet." Harry and Lupin shook their heads.

Sirius' eyes widened, "Why? Peter is already dead."

"The bodies were taken away by the Ministry of Magic."

Lupin explained patiently: "Right now, only the Ministry of Magic knows about it. They need to review it, and then re-interrogate you. Only after they have determined your crime will they cancel your current wanted warrant."

"Charge? What other charge do I have?" Sirius was confused.

Harry said flatly, "Escaped from Azkaban, illegal Animagus."

Sirius opened his mouth wide: "Oh, yes, that's true."

He looked at Lupin and Harry pitifully and aggrievedly: "Then what should I do?"

"As long as you don't act rashly, Fudge will solve these problems for you." Harry said, pausing slightly, "If his brain is still at the same level as the last time I saw him."

Sirius had a bad feeling.

"Dumbledore will help you too, but the Animagus must be registered with the Ministry of Magic." Lupin shook his head, his tone gentle.

Sirius frowned, "I don't want to."

"The last Transfiguration Master of this century, don't you think this is a good title?" Harry also comforted, "It's better than going back to Azkaban."

This title made Sirius unable to help but grin.

Harry was relieved.

Even if you don't have much brains, at least you can feel happy by saying a few words.

"Then I'll just walk around Hogwarts." Sirius compromised, "I haven't been back to the castle for a long time."

"Remember to become an Animagus." Lupin reminded hurriedly.

Sirius curled his lips and began to feel aggrieved again: "Why, I'm not going to Diagon Alley, I'm just in the castle..."

"Wanted warrants aren't only available in the castle." Harry interrupted him, speaking gently like coaxing a child, "The little wizards know that, too."

"If they see you, they'll be nice enough to report it to your parents, and then it will only make the situation worse."

Sirius sighed.

"Don't worry, the Ministry of Magic will deal with this matter quickly." Harry continued to comfort him.

The Ministry of Magic did show extremely high efficiency in this matter.

The notice was delivered to Sirius on Wednesday. He had to go to the Ministry of Magic to review what happened thirteen years ago, and on Saturday he had to make up for the trial procedures that were not completed thirteen years ago.

Before Christmas.

Everything is settled.

This news was published in the Daily Prophet on the 19th.

In the new week, it brings an unparalleled shock to all wizards.

In the Gryffindor common room.

On Sunday, the little wizards were not very willing to go to the hall for dinner, especially on such a cold day. Was it because the quilts were uncomfortable, or was it that the house-elves were not working well?

Even the young wizards who had the perseverance to get up from the ashes were crowded around the fireplace.

Harry and the others moved to the corner.

The magical flames kept them warm, not much different from being in front of a fireplace.

Hermione held the newspaper, and the more she read, the tighter her brows furrowed. "The Ministry of Magic is so shameless. How dare they write that!"

"What did it say?" Ron was curious.

Hermione handed him the newspaper and combed Crookshanks' fur expressionlessly: "The Ministry of Magic did nothing and yet they let something as dangerous as the Dementors into the castle."

"Harry did everything. Harry caught Peter and killed him."

"It was also Harry who figured out how Sirius could get away with it."

"But there's no mention of Harry in the newspaper. Half of the words in one page of reports are praising Cornelius Fudge, that stupid Minister of Magic!"

The more she spoke, the more she gritted her teeth.

"That's good." Harry glanced at the newspaper. "Fudge's stupidity can sometimes lead to good things."

"Very good?" Hermione was stunned.

Ron nodded. He had a deep understanding of this point. "Not everyone believes in Harry like we do. Even if it's revenge, Harry has killed someone after all."

"You have to know that there are many wizards who are not in their right minds. Even if they see someone killing a chicken, they will accuse that person of being a dark wizard."

Hermione was incredulous.

"They feel as if all food is conjured up by magic." Ron shook his head. "They really learned Transfiguration in vain."

Hermione grabbed Crookshanks' tail, her features frozen, and her worldview was forced to be recast.

This world is so scary.

Are there all such people?

Crookshanks meowed twice, and Hermione thought she had hurt it, so she didn't have time to let go.

"Sirius hasn't come back yet." Harry answered it first.

Crookshanks grumbled, somewhat dissatisfied.

"He went to Diagon Alley to buy you some cat food." Harry took the newspaper Ron handed over. "Besides, a big dog has been restrained for thirteen years. It's finally free from burden. We have to let it run around a few times. It should be back before Christmas."

Ron had a complicated expression: "Harry, he is your godfather."

Harry looked at him, a little surprised: "I know."

"Isn't it a bit..." Ron struggled.

Harry shook his head. "His Animagus is a black dog, as you know, and he quite likes the name Big Dog."

Crookshanks stood up on Hermione's lap and meowed again.

"I told him that he doesn't like Aunt Petunia very much and thinks he can definitely find better rations." Harry sighed and shook his head.

Hedwig went to Diagon Alley and the pet shops in Hogsmeade, and no one could do it better than Petunia.

Crookshanks shook his head in disapproval, jumped off his lap, and ran to the fireplace, curling up in a ball.

Hermione was shocked and stammered, "Harry, you said you don't know cat language!"

"I really can't." Harry said innocently.

"So what you just did..." Hermione looked at Crookshanks. The man and the cat had communicated so smoothly just now, it didn't seem like they didn't understand cat language.

"Crookshanks has been fighting with Sirius lately." Harry put down the newspaper, waved his wand, and flew to the fireplace to add fuel. "It's time today."

Hermione was skeptical.

Ron poked his head over: "Did Crookshanks win?"

"Not everyone is like you," Harry said as tactfully as possible. "Counting Bors and Hedwig, all three of them were bullied badly by Sirius."

Ron sighed, thought for a moment, then brought Crookshanks back. He flipped through a book and whispered to him his thoughts on how to deal with a dog that was several times his size.

Crookshanks would howl from time to time to express his opinions.

As the report was published, the Dementors left Hogwarts.

There are only five days left until Christmas, and the atmosphere is getting more and more enthusiastic.

However, the holiday has not come, even if there is still one day left, classes still have to be attended.

Monday night.

In the principal's office.

Nightly confinement routine.

"Harry, we have to start new lessons tonight." Dumbledore waved his hand at him. "This place is not suitable. We have to move to a more spacious place."

"Fox, thank you for your help."

Fawkes cried out and flew onto Dumbledore's shoulder.