My tooth hurts!
Hermione's face crumpled up in a pout, and she looked at Andy with pleading eyes.
This rock cake was no longer a matter of whether it tasted good or not, but rather a matter of whether it could be bitten at all.
God knows how Hagrid made it!
Clearly, the ingredients—flour, eggs, butter, milk, and raisins—were all soft and sweet, but why did they become as hard as stone when mixed together?
Not bad craftsmanship, but I won't eat it again next time.
Poof –
Andy almost laughed out loud.
Okay, this is his girlfriend, so he had to hold it in. He had to hold it in; he mustn't laugh.
"Ahem!"
Andy coughed lightly and, with a strong effort to hold back his laughter, said. "Harry, I haven't congratulated you on winning the Quidditch match yet. Well done; that was a great catch of the Golden Snitch."
"Thanks!" Harry said.
The simple Hagrid was distracted: "Harry, congratulations; you guys did a great job this time."
The young witch hesitated, wanting to put the rock cake back on the plate, but she felt that would be rude.
Andy laughed, and then he pulled at his pocket.
Hermione's eyes lit up, and she threw the remaining rock cake into Andy's pocket in a flash, then sat down on the chair as if nothing had happened, pretending to be listening to someone else.
"Is it good?" Andy asked in a low voice.
Hermione shot a fierce glare at Andy.
Andy innocently blinked. You're the one who didn't believe it, so why are you blaming me?
After teasing the young witch, Andy returned his gaze to Hagrid.
Andy also had some knowledge of this half-giant.
Hagrid and Voldemort were considered contemporaries, and he should be a few years younger than Voldemort. In the murder of Myrtle, Hagrid became the prime suspect.
However, because Dumbledore vouched for him, Hagrid was not sentenced, but the Ministry of Magic broke his wand, and he was forbidden to use magic for the rest of his life.
Thinking about this, Andy scratched his head.
Andy had dealt with the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets already in advance, so this dusty past event might never see the light of day again.
As they were chatting with Hagrid for a while, there was a knock on the door.
"I think Sirius has arrived."
Hagrid said happily. "Wait here, I'll get him."
With that, Hagrid stood up and walked towards the door.
The chair under his butt gave a shrill squeak as if announcing its fate.
"Hey! Long time no see, Sirius!"
Hagrid opened the door and gave Sirius a huge bear hug with such enthusiasm that he almost murdered Sirius on the spot. "I'm so happy to see you again. My goodness, it's been almost thirteen years, and I've kept the motorcycle you gave me."
Sirius grimaced in pain. "Go easy, Hagrid! The joy of our reunion can wait. Let go of me first; you're almost strangling me to death."
"Oh, sorry," Hagrid said, somewhat embarrassed, and released his grip, taking out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears.
"Come on in!" Hagrid said.
Sirius was obviously familiar with the place, and after greeting the group, he sat down in a random chair.
The next part was time to catch up.
Hagrid, sniffling, told stories about Sirius at school, saying that he had driven Harry to his aunt's house on the motorbike Sirius had given him.
Harry had grown up so quickly.
It seemed like it had all happened yesterday.
Andy listened quietly, still curious about these old stories.
"Sirius..."
But Harry could obviously no longer hold back and couldn't wait to ask, "Have you found out where Peter is?"
"I'm sorry, Harry." Sirius, looking at Harry apologetically, said. "They're hiding. It's hard for me to find them if they don't want to be found."
"After the events at Azkaban, Dumbledore sent me to Albania to hunt down Peter, because that's where the Dark Lord was hiding."
"Unfortunately, I failed."
"I searched the Albanian forest for a while and only returned to England after Dumbledore sent me a message saying that Peter had appeared at Hogwarts."
Sirius was also full of resentment when he said this.
While in Albania, he almost killed Peter Pettigrew. But the guy was too cunning, and he also had a wand.
"He also had someone secretly helping him."
Sirius continued, "When Peter and I fought in Albania, a man in a black robe suddenly appeared and rescued Peter."
"In England too!"
"Someone arranged a safe house for them."
Andy's eyebrows shot up at this.
The person secretly helping Peter should be the dark wizard that Snape controlled with the Imperius Curse.
"It's Lucius Malfoy!"
Harry suddenly said excitedly, "It must be him! It was him and Snape who rescued Peter from Azkaban together!"
"Harry, calm down."
Sirius said, throwing up his hands. "We suspected them at first, too, but when the man in the black robe appeared, Snape was still teaching at Hogwarts, and Lucius was at the Ministry of Magic, trying to bribe the next Minister of Magic."
At this, Sirius suddenly let out a wicked laugh.
"Bones is no Fudge. She almost sent Lucius to Azkaban on charges of bribing Ministry officials."
"I heard that Lucius was in a terrible state that day."
Sirius gloated, while Harry slumped onto the sofa in a state of despondency.
He had always suspected them.
But both Snape and Lucius had alibis.
Sirius looked at Harry and said hesitantly, "Harry, Dumbledore has already told me you suspect them. But Snape and Lucius were both present when the prison break at Azkaban occurred."
"Could it be Polyjuice Potion?" Harry looked at Sirius, hopefully.
"I'm glad you thought of that, Harry!"
Sirius laughed, "But if they used Polyjuice Potion to create an alibi, there were four of them. But Harry, think about it; if there were really four of them, then there would be no need to use Polyjuice Potion."
Harry was silent for a moment after hearing this and nodded slightly.
Indeed!
If there were four Death Eaters, then Snape and Lucius would not need to take action themselves.
Hermione, on the other hand, gave Andy a suspicious glance.
Apart from Polyjuice Potion, there was another thing that could create an alibi.
That thing happened to be a Time Turner!
Coincidentally, Andy had one in his hands.
Could it be that Andy was also involved?
Andy: "..."
Hey, don't suspect me...
He may care less about other people's opinions... but this doesn't include his girlfriend and his family (though he might do something impulsively).
Andy felt that he probably shouldn't have come here at all.
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