All of this left Sirius Black deeply puzzled. He hesitated several times, with many questions he wanted to ask Harry.
At last, when they reached Hogwarts Castle, he could no longer hold back and asked:
"Harry, why is the Whomping Willow asleep? Was it like that when you arrived?"
Harry understood what Sirius meant and smiled.
"Godfather, of course not. I cast a Sleeping Charm on it. That's why it fell asleep."
Sirius was astonished and said in disbelief:
"You can actually put the Whomping Willow to sleep? Only spells cast by top-tier wizards can make the Whomping Willow fall asleep!"
The fact that Sirius Black could ask that question told Harry that he had not spoken with Lupin for long. Otherwise, he would have understood Harry's true strength.
Harry did not explain. He merely smiled faintly at his elder.
"Godfather, I'm very strong."
Outside Hagrid's hut, the grass stretched out like a green carpet casually laid down by a giant. Shades of emerald intertwined, dotted with scattered dandelions and bluebells.
Dewdrops clung to the blades of grass, sparkling beneath the morning sun and refracting flecks of light. When the wind swept past, the grass surged like waves, whispering with a soft rustle.
At that moment, several figures stood on the lawn: Hagrid, Hermione, Ron, and his pet Scabbers.
Hagrid crouched on the grass, his thick fingers absentmindedly plucking a clump of foxtail grass and weaving it into a crooked ring.
His large beard trembled slightly as he asked in confusion:
"Why did Harry tell us to wait for him here? What did he go off to do? He's been acting all mysterious since a few days ago!"
At the same time, Hermione was reading as well. The copy of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" spread across