I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Blake didn't hesitate.

"I'd drink it to prove that what I say is true."

Lynn curled his lips: "It's refreshing enough for you to promise, but it's my medicine that wasted."

This was the last of the three bottles of Veritaserum he had stockpiled.

The first bottle was too wasteful. When it was given to Ivanov, only three drops were enough, but he just poured the whole bottle for him to save trouble.

Lynn walked up to Blake with the veritaserum.

"Open your mouth."

He put three drops into Black's mouth with a dropper, and soon Black's eyes went into a twilight state.

Harry hesitated and didn't know how to ask, or he actually believed in his heart that what Black said was true, but he hadn't made up his mind to face this fact.

Lynn patted him on the shoulder.

"Actually, you don't need to think so much. You only need to ask him a question."

Harry and Lynn looked at each other and understood what he meant.

He pursed his lips and asked Black with a trembling voice.

"Is everything you just said true?"

Black was silent for a few seconds, then replied.

"It's all true."

The next moment, Ron fell to the ground; Harry also stared wide-eyed, looking at the bruised and swollen Black, who looked very at a loss; Hermione opened his mouth and was completely speechless; Thankfully, he believed Black when he heard what had happened.

Lynn was not doing anything else at this time, and was holding the camera to find a suitable angle to take a family portrait of their respective wonderful expressions.

The air in the cellar seemed to freeze, and no one spoke until Black woke up from the state of Veritaserum.

"Is that Firebolt I received today also from you?" Harry asked softly.

Black smiled and said: "You performed very well on the court, just like your father back then. I have seen Harry in your game. Only the best broomsticks can match you."

Harry looked at Black's now swollen face like a pig's head, and said guiltily.

"I'm sorry I beat you like this."

"You don't need to feel sorry for this. This is the punishment I deserve. I wanted you to beat me up like this a long time ago. After all, I killed your parents."

"No, it's not your fault! It's Peter! He set you up."

The scene where the father and son recognize each other is very touching, but when the son has just beaten the father into a pig's head, it seems a bit embarrassing to recognize each other again.

Although Harry is not Black's own son, his status as godfather and godson is basically second only to his own father and son.

So in theory, Black is now Harry's closest guardian, and it is recognized by Harry's biological parents.

But compared to this little embarrassment, Blake obviously has more important things to ask.

"Is Peter really lost? You haven't found him?"

All eyes were on Ron, and Ron was really depressed. Although there was no hard evidence, Banban transformed into a short, fat, bald wizard in front of him, but he had already been proven, and he also It is impossible to lie to yourself.

"He disappeared without a trace after the sports meeting. At that time, I thought he was eaten by Hermione's cat. I had a big fight with Hermione because of this, and he hasn't appeared since then. "

Black's face was ugly, and he paced in the cellar.

"He escaped from Hogwarts. It will be very difficult to catch him next time. He will definitely run far away, even leave England."

After learning the truth of the matter, Harry naturally transferred all the previous hatred towards Black to Peter. He raised his head and looked at Lynn expectantly.

"Can you predict Peter's position again, just like you predicted that Wormtail is my enemy."

"You said he predicted that Peter was your enemy?" Blake's face was filled with disbelief, "Then why did you catch me?"

Harry whispered, "Lyn's prediction was correct, but I thought you were Wormtail."

Black shook his head, instead of worrying about why Harry associated such a code name with him, he also looked at Lynn.

"I've been in Azkaban for too long, and I never thought that Hogwarts would have students with such a high talent for prophecy."

Lynn rolled his eyes. If he didn't know that Black didn't know that he didn't have any talent for prophecy, his tone would really seem to be mocking him.

"Don't flatter me, it's useless to praise me. Predicting things like this is not something that can be used just because it is used. Only when you feel it can you predict success. Under normal conditions, what you can say is what you say."

There is no need to prophesy Lynn to know where Peter is now.

But this fat rat was his precious bait, and he was already loyal enough to help Harry and his father reunite, and helping them capture Peter was purely a daydream.

Immediately, Harry's face became depressed, and Lupine comforted them.

"Compared to revenge, isn't the most worthy of celebration for you now is that Sirius has been cleared of his crimes? Next, apart from Peter's affairs, the most important thing to consider is what will happen to Sirius' future life."

Hearing Lupine say this, Black reacted.

He looked at Harry nervously, and stammered.

"I think Harry. I'm back now. Your parents also asked me to be your godfather when you were born. Would you like to live with me?"

"Why not?" Harry said excitedly with bright eyes, "Of course I'm very happy!"

However, just when they were all in joy, Lynn poured cold water on them.

"Don't make things too simple. You know that Black is innocent, but the Aurors and dementors of the Ministry of Magic don't know. As long as he appears in the public eye, he will definitely be hunted down. Let Harry Now follow Black, do you want to flee with him?"

Lynn was telling the truth, and Harry and Black suddenly became frowning again.

Harry looked at Lynn and begged.

"You must have a way, Lynn? You must know how to help Sirius clear his grievances. We all know that he is actually a good man."

Lynn didn't answer Harry first, but checked the photos in his camera.

Once he's sure he's taken all the pictures he wants, they'll be paid for by Harry and Black, he said with a shrug.

"Let's go, let's go to Professor Dumbledore first, and tell him the whole story. I guarantee that he will believe what you say."