Harry initially found Sirius's question somewhat strange.
But since he had once doubted Dumbledore, he immediately understood Sirius's deeper meaning.
He even thought of more.
"So the Invisibility Cloak was with Dumbledore the night my parents died!" Ignoring the astonishment in the eyes of the others, he stood up and paced around the room, completely absorbed in his performance. "He must suspect it's the third Deathly Hallows! Mr. Lovegood said Ignatius Peverell was buried in Godric's Hollow."
"And our home is there too!"
"He is my ancestor! I am a descendant of my third brother! It all makes sense!"
Sirius was a little confused. "I was just asking you about the Cloak. But seeing how much you know about it, it should already be back in your possession."
"Yes! I think we should contact him as soon as possible. Voldemort can already summon the dead!" Harry stopped in his tracks, standing right behind Ron. He instinctively placed his hands on Ron's back and pressed down firmly.
Ron howled as he was scratched, like a puppy whose tail had been stepped on.
Harry then let go, saying, "I'm sorry, Ron."
Ron stretched his shoulders. "I have to say, it doesn't hurt at all now, and it even feels a bit sore."
As he spoke, he grabbed Harry's hand, wanting Harry to give him another blow.
Draco couldn't stand it anymore. "Enough! Potter! The Weasley are being ridiculous, and you're going to join in?"
"You—" His face was somewhat pale, "Didn't you consider one possibility? Your parents' deaths were Dumbledore; perhaps he didn't do it intentionally, but he wasn't entirely innocent either."
"Think about it, if that Cloak that makes you invisible is at home, even if Voldemort comes knocking, can't they escape using that Cloak?"
Sirius swallowed hard, his expression gloomy. "But it just so happens that it's been borrowed."
However, he shook his head the next second, "With the Fidelius Charm in place, the Invisibility Cloak isn't necessary. They can even throw away their wands."
"It is indeed very reliable. When I visited James, he even jokingly locked Lily's wand in the closet and threw his own wand far away."
Upon hearing this, Harry, Ron, and Draco immediately raised questions.
What is the "Fidelius Charm"? x2
What is that?
This is just too outrageous.
Knowing full well that Voldemort might personally come to attack, they still did this, and what's even more outrageous is that Harry's mother didn't seem angry.
Lupin cleared his throat. "A very complex spell, involving the use of magic to hide a secret within the soul of a living person."
"This secret is hidden in the heart of the chosen person, or the Secret Keeper, and it will never be possible to discover it—unless, of course, the Secret Keeper intends to reveal it. As long as the Secret Keeper refuses to speak, Voldemort could turn Godric Village upside down and never find them."
"Even if he flattened his nose against the glass window outside the Potter family's living room, he wouldn't be able to find it!"
"Oh, I forgot, Voldemort doesn't have a nose!"
Nobody laughed at the joke.
Sirius's expression grew even more gloomy; if it weren't for his younger brother sleeping on his lap, he might have even burst into tears.
Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't angry that his deduction had been overturned; on the contrary, he was greatly relieved. Unaware of Basil's existence, he already regarded Dumbledore and his unreliable uncle as the Malfoy family's protectors.
Harry felt the same way. He was also relieved that Dumbledore was a good person, and for that reason, he temporarily forgot to ask why Voldemort had found the Voldemort Potter family —given such tight security. Why didn't he ask Dumbledore to be his Secret Keeper?
Only Ron touched his chin, feeling that the term 'Secret Keeper' sounded somewhat familiar.
"The Dark Lord is so powerful and terrifying. Sirius insisted that I be his Secret Keeper."
The words Peter Pettigrew said after taking the Veritaserum from that newspaper article flashed through his mind.
Ron tapped the table lightly. "Aha! (Kreacher glared at Ron, then quickly looked at Regulus Black to see if he was still asleep) I remember now!"
"Peter Pettigrew is the Secret Keeper, right!"
"He gave Voldemort the Potter family's address!"
Sirius picked up Regulus Black and placed him in Kreacher's arms, gesturing for Kreacher to leave. After Kreacher left, Sirius sighed deeply.
He made a whimpering sound, like a stray dog guarding its food, and after a while, he said, "Actually, I was the Secret Keeper from the beginning."
"Everyone thought Dumbledore should be the one. But James and I rejected it."
"Because of my family situation, as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, I cannot take the initiative to confront Voldemort and his henchmen."
"I was incredibly bored at the time. James noticed that."
"Then I was proposed as the Secret Keeper."
"I presumptuously agreed. No one else objected."
"They thought that since I always stayed at headquarters and never went out, I was a good candidate for Secret Keeper. I couldn't possibly betray them."
"My Legilimency is passable."
"But--"
At this point, Sirius buried his head in his hands, collapsed into Lupin's arms, and sobbed uncontrollably.
Lupin patted Sirius's back gently in a comforting manner, and continued on Sirius's behalf, "Sirius has another good idea, (Sirius cried out again: I can't sit still!) Why not choose Peter as the Secret Keeper?"
"He's cowardly, stupid, and incapable of doing anything right. Mastering Animagus is practically his greatest achievement. And he can also turn into a mouse, so nobody can find him."
"No one would think that the Secret Keeper would choose such an insignificant and cowardly character as him."
"So Sirius, without telling anyone, suggested to James and Lily that they change the Secret Keeper to Peter."
"I'm such an idiot!" Sirius continued to wail.
Draco nodded without hesitation.
He had read the newspaper; Peter Pettigrew's mother was a weak point, unprotected.
It's insane to appoint someone with such a weakness Secret Keeper.
You might as well choose Lupin.
Death Eater and even Voldemort looked down on Werewolf. Even someone as useful and hardworking as Fenrir was not recognized and could not be branded with the Dark Mark.
Putting themselves in their shoes, they wouldn't think Lupin was Secret Keeper.
Moreover, Lupin's father had long since died.
It's no secret that Lupin became Werewolf in the Death Eater family.
After his father's death, Draco didn't just cry; in order to grow up as quickly as possible, he frequently visited Malfoy's Chamber of Secrets.
There is a lot of information that can only be seen by Malfoy's bloodline.
Moreover, Lupin's father was not an unknown figure.
It was even featured in textbooks.
When discussing Boggart, one cannot ignore these three famous Boggart:
Old Gorr of Canterbury: Local Muggle thought he was a crazy, cannibalistic hermit living in a cave, but he was actually a small Boggart who knew how to make the most of echoes.
Boggart the Hammer of Old London: A Boggart who can turn into a murderous thug, often roaming the streets of 19th-century London, and can be turned into a hamster with a simple spell.
And finally, the screaming monster of Strastaley.
This screaming monster, from Scotland, made a living by frightening local Muggle. It would transform into a huge black figure with glowing white eyes, but was eventually locked in a matchbox by Lyle Lupin of the Ministry of Magic.
This Lyle Lupin is the father of Remus Lupin.
He became the director of the Other Species Office at the young age of 35.
He also oversees three other offices: the Werewolf Capture Task Force, the Werewolf Registry, and the Werewolf Support Services.
Greyback attacked Remus Lupin not because he had any work-related contact with Werewolf or offended him.
Rather, it was because the Death Eater needed Lyle Lupin, a promising Ministry of Magic official, to submit to Death Eater, and he refused.
Lyle Lupin's death and that of his wife Hope Lupin were not due to illness, but rather to an obscure curse.
It was that Old Ghost devil Antonin Dolohov who did it.
Lupin's transformation into Werewolf had already deeply offended Lyle Lupin, Death Eater naturally wouldn't allow a wizard who was hostile to them, unlike the Weasley family who had a long lineage and marriage ties with them, and who had a promising future in the Ministry of Ministry of Magic, to live.
While Draco was having a mental Stormfront, Harry and Ron didn't share Draco's opinion that Sirius was stupid.
Gryffindor's adventurous spirit led them to collide with Sirius's thought process, who had devised the plan to replace the Secret Keeper agent more than a decade earlier.
I was deeply moved.
Ron wiped away his tears, "It's all Peter Pettigrew's fault! He could have refused!"
Harry's eyes were red. "If my dad were still alive, he wouldn't think this way. Whether or not to change the Secret Keeper is not a decision you can make."
"It was decided after my parents discussed it with you."
"Besides, it was Voldemort who did the killing, what does that have to do with you?"
Sirius whimpered, left Lupin's embrace, and stood up.
He should pull himself together and quickly tell Dumbledore and Basil about the Resurrection Stone in order to defeat Voldemort.
"I'll go write the letter right now!"
Harry smiled with satisfaction, looking at Sirius's wet beard. "But you'd better tidy yourself up first."
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"But you'd better get yourself together first."
Faced with the messy hall, Alice, unusually shy, offered to help tidy up.
But Basil reminded Alice to be careful of herself.
Her black, disheveled hair was even more tangled, her robe had become tattered rags, and her newly worn white stockings were wet and torn.
But in reality, Basil was actually subtly reflecting everything from his dream onto reality.
Basil's dream has two states.
For him, everything that happens in his dream does not fully reflect reality; he only feels pleasure and does not lose his vital essence.
For others, it is like the original version of the Dream Walking Technique, just as Hester's mother could conceive with it, so it is real for the community and the people of the Dream Kingdom.
Otherwise they would find out why they always experience pain and bleeding.
So, the hall in reality was just as messy, with the long sofa thrown high into the air by Rosalie on a whim, breaking through the ceiling and getting stuck on the second floor.
The smooth marble floor was also covered in cracks and handprints.
Every few places on the wall there are gaps, tiny handprints that look like they've been welded in, and marks from knees and heads.
The vampires' powerful physiques made this place feel as if it had just been the site of a battle.
This also left Narcissa and Lessie with lingering fears.
They had cast protective magic on themselves, and also had Basil's protection.
But the two of them were like glass in a tornado, easily shattered.
The same applies to Basil.
Even without transforming into a vampire, the passive ability of the permanent [Scales of Evil] that ignores damage below 150 means you're not afraid of taking damage.
However, in terms of endurance and who takes the initiative, it still depends on strength and physique.
Normally, vampires wouldn't be a problem for Basil, even two of them.
But the prerequisite is that they haven't drunk Dragon Blood.
The surge in power and physique after absorbing the Dragon Blood, along with the added electric shock sensation to the original cold sensation, almost made Basil faint, and his vision went black.
If he hadn't used Beatrix's Knight Card to activate her talent [Radiant Beauty], he probably would have been utterly humiliated.
He had considered becoming a vampire and going head-to-head with it.
However, the vampires feel too cold and don't breathe, which greatly reduces the pleasure.
Extracting its advantages and integrating it while ensuring the stability of the existing body structure is not something that can be done in a short time.
"Looks like I need to work harder!" Basil looked at the moon.
The hole in the ceiling allowed the bright moon to appear completely before his eyes, and the cool moonlight shone on the marble floor as if it were frosted.
He suddenly felt like reciting a poem – "Thoughts on a Quiet Night".
Look at this scene, how well they match.
But having just experienced battle, he felt no homesickness whatsoever.
If someone were to suddenly ask him, he might mimic Liu Chan and say, "I'm so happy here, I don't miss Shu at all!"
"What kind of oil?" Rosalie approached, wiping herself with her now-tattered robe.
Her equally snow-white skin appeared under the snow-white moonlight, as if it were glowing, like a fairy descending to earth.
Alice hopped and skipped over to her.
But she changed into a green dress that didn't fit her at all; the long skirt was torn in half, revealing her ivory-straight legs and delicate little feet.
These are Narcissa's clothes.
Narcissa, moved by their recent camaraderie, generously opened her wardrobe and picked out the most suitable dress for Alice.
However, this was partly because Alice was able to put everything back in its original position with her speed and strength, Narcissa was able to repair the hall more easily with her magic.
Now, Narcissa, who has repaired everything, and Lessie, who has magically changed his clothes, are both approaching.
They were all Basil what Basil was talking about, and the answer to Rosalie's question.
Gazing into the four pairs of bright, clear eyes, Basil's mind raced.
Soon an answer surfaced in his mind, "I think I need to study Potions more diligently."
"Let Rosalie have her wish fulfilled—to get pregnant."
"So that you two, Narcissa and Lessie, can stay with me forever without becoming vampires or being bound by SGE."
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