Harry Potter: Glory of the King

"Secondly, Sirius admitted that he killed the Potters, but on the other hand he did not admit that he was a Death Eater. Isn't it a very contradictory thing?" Ona continued.

"It's really unnecessary." Harry sighed. "So you... guess that Sirius found the traitor and killed him, but he thought he killed my parents, so he volunteered to enter Azkaban?"

"Yes, you still remember this." Ona smiled.

"But why is he coming out now?" Harry asked sharply.

"Because..." Ona looked at Harry, "He found that he had not succeeded in revenge."

"What?" Harry froze for a moment, and then his eyes flushed immediately: "You mean the traitor named Peter is still alive?!"

"Yeah." Ona didn't want to hide too much.

"Then where is he!" Harry's anger felt like a target for venting.

"Sirius is following him." Ona smiled. "He has found it, it's just—if Sirius just killed him, then for Sirius, maybe he still has to go back to Azkaban."

"Why?" Harry asked, calming down a bit.

"Because Sirius doesn't want to tell the truth-everyone still thinks Sirius is a traitor." Ona said.

"What should I do then?" Harry was also a little anxious unconsciously.

"Professor Dumbledore will figure out a solution." Ona said with a smile. "We don't have to think so much, he will solve all problems."

Harry nodded approvingly, "If Professor Dumbledore knew about this, then I would be relieved!"

The two returned to the Gryffindor Tower. Harry always felt that he had missed something, but he was not in a good state now. When he woke up the next day, he had forgotten about it.

A week after the semester, Slytherin defeated Ravenclaw in the Quidditch Cup. Wood increased the intensity of training, and Harry didn't have the energy to consider everything that year. It seemed that as long as Professor Dumbledore took over, he didn't need to worry.

Ona and Hermione were dragged by the heavy class again. The two of them were often at the corner table with a pile of books, dictionaries, etc. Hermione felt that they couldn’t make it anymore, but when she saw Ona , She felt that she could still have fun in hardship. She found Ona's horror more and more, with the same intensity, Ona actually had enough energy to exercise, and was able to take time to guide Glory, Harry, and Ron.

"How did you do it?" Ron suddenly couldn't help but asked.

"What to do?" Ona looked at Ron's essay on various undetectable poisons arranged by Professor Snape, and wrote the mistakes in Ron's paper on another blank parchment.

"Class!" Ron was a little mad. "Professor Victor and Hermione were discussing yesterday's homework in the morning-but at that time we were obviously taking a course on protecting magical creatures! Besides, Ernie McMillan said you didn't miss it. A Muggle Studies class-but half the time of this class are you not taking divination classes?!"

"Yes," Harry also remembered. He and Ron's schedule are exactly the same, but Glory has some courses that are different from theirs. According to Glory, Ona and Hermione have never been absent. pass. "Do you have a clone technique?"

"School arrangements." Ona said with a smile. "It's fine if you know, don't ask the basics, we can't tell."

"Is it?" Ron thought of something. "It's a time converter, isn't it? I think it's super cool! My dad once told me about this-but I can only go back to a day ago. Many times, this is OK. Used for tracking, but the risk is high."

"See through, Ron." Ona gave him a serious look. "Only when he is in school, Professor McGonagall will use the time converter for us to leave Hogwarts—for example, to Hogsmeade. When I was in the village, I had to return the time converter to Professor McGonagall in advance."

Harry and Glory both looked at Ona in a weird manner: "Oh my God, you have been tight-lipped for a semester!"

Hermione rubbed her forehead wearily: "But you have to know how tired we are-we have thirty hours a day, and we still can't touch ourselves-otherwise it will cause unforeseen consequences."

"Let's take the normal course schedule next semester." Ona said with a smile-anyway, he got the time converter to activate Sun Bin, and now he has reached level 5.

"Alright." Hermione was a little unwilling, but it was indeed too strenuous-she was not interested in some courses anyway.

By February, Harry was still learning the Patronus Mantra, but he hadn’t made any progress. Ona didn’t need to pass it anymore. Professor Lupin taught him some small magical functions about the Patronus Mantra for the second time-for example, he could use the Guardian. God acts as a short-distance messenger-this is better than an owl, because the patron saint can pass through walls and is most suitable for use in buildings, and what it delivers is a message.

When Ona used it in front of Hermione and Glory for the first time, the two girls were almost stunned by the deer spirit. They also wanted to learn the Patronus Charm, but they didn't make much progress.

Then Harry found Ona and brought a message from Professor Lupin: "Ona, Professor Lupin told me something about Dementors, and he asked me to tell you too."

"Um...Did you drink butter beer?" Ona has been particularly sensitive to the taste of alcohol since he started Li Bai, the hero.

"Yes, Professor Lupin bought me a drink today-and then we talked about what would be under the dementor’s turban, and then he told me that when the dementor removes the turban, it means it wants to absorb human souls. He said it was a kiss from a dementor!" Harry said with lingering fear.

Ona also shuddered, but speaking of kisses... Ona glanced at Hermione, she was 13 years old... In England, she could be a mother at the age of 14.

Harry didn't notice Ona's weird appearance. He said that he had just ran into Neville with Ron at the door. He had forgotten the password and lost his password note.

Ona suddenly thought of something, his face changed because he heard Ron's muffled cry.

Everyone watched Ron pull his quilt to the lounge. He looked at Hermione furiously: "Look!"

The disturbed Hermione was a little impatient, and she said, "What are you looking at?"

Ron was even more angry: "Scaly! Look!"

Everyone subconsciously looked at the bed sheet, which had a red mark-it was blood.

"Okay Ron!" Ona reacted for the first time and blocked Hermione: "What's wrong with Scabbers?"

"It's dead!" Ron said heartbroken. "Do you know what else is on the floor?"

"Crookshanks wool?" Ona saw what Ron was holding at a glance. "Did you see Scabs?"

"No!" Ron's voice became quieter, but he immediately increased his volume: "Isn't it obvious? Ona, you can't forget your own eyes!"

"Calm down, Ron." Ona didn't care, anyway, his relationship with Hermione seemed natural, and he never planned to hide it. "I think the top priority is to find Scab first!"

"Okay, it's up to your face!" Ron was worried about life and death after all, but in the end everyone got nothing.

Ona knew that Pettigrew was a repeat of the old tricks, and pretended to hide, but now the live map is on Professor Lupin's side-but this seems to be a good opportunity?

Ona wondered, if everyone thinks that Shaban is dead, isn't it a good time to start?