Just as Li Feng had crawled into his soft bed and fallen fast asleep, Black, who had been anxiously waiting at home for his distinguished guest, finally heard someone ring his doorbell.
Black excitedly opened the door. Besides the guest he had been awaiting—Hogwarts' headmaster, Albus Dumbledore—there was also an old friend he had never expected to see: Remus John Lupin.
Black smoothed down his sharp hairstyle, which he had not yet had time to tidy, and respectfully said to the old man with a white beard, "Headmaster Dumbledore, it's good to see you."
Having said that, Black stepped forward to embrace his old friend. "I never thought I'd see you here, Moony."
With a mocking expression, Lupin took a step back to show that he had no desire to hug Black. After all, in Lupin's eyes, Black was still the murderer responsible for Harry's family and Peter Pettigrew's death.
"If Dumbledore hadn't received your message while he happened to be at my home inviting me to become Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next term, I truly wouldn't have known you were so capable—capable of escaping Azkaban. Or was that a skill Voldemort taught you after you joined him?"
Black's mouth twitched as he shouted almost crazily, "I didn't betray them—"
"I am no longer the headmaster," Dumbledore said, quickly cutting in when he saw the hostility thickening between Lupin and Black. He gestured for Lupin not to be so tense, then asked in confusion, "I was quite surprised when I received a letter signed by you. Weren't you in Azkaban? How did you escape?"
"No longer the headmaster?" Black froze for a moment. As he ushered them inside, he frowned and asked, "Was it a Death Eater plot? I knew Austin had ulterior motives. Getting me out