These words made Flitwick squirm and his expression became unnatural.

Harry looked at him deeply: "Professor, maybe you have it at home too..."

"That's the Sword of Gryffindor!" Flitwick argued, "Even if I can't have the real thing."

"Harry, you have no idea how popular you are. From what I have learned, Ragnak sold more than a hundred handicrafts in the past month."

“There are even quite a few that are proportional in size.”

Harry looked back at the workshop that was hidden by magic. "The Ministry of Magic didn't give me any dividends."

"Technically speaking, the Sword of Gryffindor still belongs to Hogwarts," Flitwick corrected. "They are just skirting the rules."

Harry curled his lips and said, "Next year or the year after, that won't be the case."

"Another drink?" Flitwick invited.

Harry shook his head: "I plan to go home and take a look."

From the outside, the old Porter house looked almost the same as last year. The weeds were growing more vigorously, and the self-deceiving sign at the door had been removed.

Flitwick wasn't accompanying him as he was going to have a few more drinks. The relaxing days like those of a month ago were probably gone forever, so he had to enjoy the remaining time before things got busy.

Push the door and walk in.

"Harry?" Fletmont's voice rang out.

"It's me, Grandpa," Harry responded.

Flemont's voice became lighter: "You are finally back. Euphemia has been thinking about you all the time. Hogwarts will not be peaceful this year."

Harry sighed, "Hagrid told me that Hogwarts is the safest place in the world."

"Indeed," Flemont agreed.

"But I've encountered very unsafe things for two consecutive school years." Harry said expressionlessly, spreading his hands.

Flemont's voice froze. "This is just a special case. It's a very small chance that you'll run into it. When James was in school, the You-Know-Whos were wreaking havoc, and Hogwarts was always safe."

"I hope this year will be more peaceful." Harry sat cross-legged under the portrait, "Grandpa, I have something to ask you."

Flemont said, "Hmm."

"Do you know Severus Snape?" Harry looked up. Even if it was a moving portrait, he couldn't see the nostrils from this angle.

He didn't ask that question last year.

At that time, he thought Snape was simply his father's love rival. It was not a good idea to mention such a thing in front of his grandfather, especially his deceased grandfather.

But now, the label of "love rival" on Snape is not as pure as he thought.

"Snape?" Fletmont was stunned. "That thing is still alive?"

"He is now the Potions Professor at Hogwarts, didn't you know?" Harry asked back.

Flemont shook his head: "I haven't left the old house for a long time, and Euphemia didn't mention this matter."

He paused and gritted his teeth, "Dumbledore is really old and confused. How could he let such a person be a professor at Hogwarts? No wonder the castle is not safe."

Harry said nothing.

Frémont went on.

"Let me think about this man Snape."

"Since the summer vacation of the first year, James has always said that he is not a good person. He is dirty and has a foul mouth. Of course, he is worse than you are now."

At this point, Fremont chuckled twice.

"In the third year, James started to mention Lily, your mother. At that time, Lily didn't like James very much and was very close to Snape."

"But he is not a reliable person. Slytherin has never been a reliable house. During that period, they were very supportive of You-Know-Who."

"Snape is no exception."

"After that, James rarely mentioned him. I only heard that he became a Death Eater as soon as he graduated and was very trusted by the You-Know-Who."

Harry's head snapped up. "Death Eaters?"

He had always suspected that Snape was connected to Voldemort, after all, given that unusual title - "Dark Lord", but he had never expected that their relationship would be so close.

"Yes, a Death Eater." Fletmont nodded. "I heard it very clearly, and more than once. James often talked to Xi... In short, he is indeed a Death Eater."

He ended the last sentence hastily, as if he almost mentioned someone who shouldn't be mentioned.

"I'll have to let Euphemia scold Dumbledore for me." Fleamont spoke quickly, fearing that Harry would ask more questions. "Damn it, how could he let a Death Eater in the castle, even though the You-Know-Who is now..."

Harry interrupted him: "Snape killed my mother?"

Frémont was stunned.

"Is that so?" Harry asked again.

Fremont hesitated: "This is different from what I know."

"Lily has been at home, protected by the Fidelius Charm. It is impossible for Snape to know the address. If anyone was killed, it would be that person."

"That person? My father's friend and Snape's friend?" Harry continued to ask.

Fremont said in a strange tone: "Friends?"

"No, no, no, Snape and him are not friends. They are enemies who want to kill each other, even though they both became lackeys of the mysterious man in the end."

Harry fell silent.

Grandpa is a portrait, we can't expect him to know too much.

There must be some secret between Snape and his mother's murder that he doesn't know about.

"Who is that person? Can you tell me?" After a while, when Flemont was thinking about how to comfort his grandson, Harry asked a new question.

It made Frémont want to crawl out of the portrait.

But he knew he couldn't escape.

Gnashing his teeth, he uttered the name with difficulty: "Sirius Black."

"Black?" Harry was a little surprised. "The famous Slytherin family? How could he be friends with my father?"

"It also gives him the opportunity to betray my father."

Gryffindor and Slytherin are incompatible. It is very difficult for them to become friends or even sit down and have a friendly chat.

"The Black family are all evil, corrupt Slytherins, but Sirius Black is an exception." Fleamont suppressed his anger. Although now as a portrait, it was difficult for him to condense too strong emotions, "He is a Gryffindor."

"The Blacks really don't like him, and he and James hit it off before they were sorted, and he even lived in our house for a while."

"He is a very lively and thoughtful child. Euphemia and I both regard him as our own son."

"But he is still a Black after all."

"James trusted him very much and asked him to be our family's secret keeper, but he turned around and told the mysterious man the address and asked him to come to our house."

"Fortunately, fortunately..."

"Harry, you survived, and others survived."

Harry closed his eyes, leaned his back against the wall, and said the two names: "Sirius Black, Severus Snape."

"Harry, don't think about revenge." Fletmont became nervous, "Black has been arrested and imprisoned in Azkaban. No wizard can escape from there."