Playing with the Diary

Sirius Black was chased by the young wizards until he had nowhere to go, above or below.

The ghosts and portraits in the castle were still passing along information or constantly urging him to stop running and calmly accept the good news that his name had been cleared.

And from what he had observed, it seemed that neither the newspapers nor the young wizards' shouts had been lies. Peter Pettigrew had truly been caught, and Sirius had truly been proven innocent.

He could no longer carry out his revenge!

But he no longer needed to hide either!

Hiding in a secret passage leading out of the school, Sirius Black finally came to terms with it. Before everyone's eyes, he dropped his Animagus form and stepped out.

"Merlin, that's Sirius Black!"

"How pitiful! Look how thin he is—he looks completely mad!"

"Harry, he's your godfather. Go say a few words to him!"

The professors and young wizards alike witnessed Sirius Black's return.

The crowd naturally parted, allowing Harry Potter, still dressed in pajamas, to walk up to Sirius and meet the godfather who had been imprisoned for more than a decade.

"S... Sirius," Harry Potter said timidly as he approached Sirius with a complicated expression, unable to conceal his excitement. "I'm Harry Potter, your godson!"

Sirius charged over like a fierce dog.

He tightly grasped Harry Potter's hand, pulled him into an embrace, and hugged him hard. Then he gripped Harry's shoulders and studied his face intently. "I know, I know!"

"Your face looks like James! Your eyes are exactly like Lily's! Harry! Harry! You've grown so much!"

"I..."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Sirius Black wore a wild smile of joy—and promptly fainted on the spot!

Everyone enjoying this happy family reunion was terrified!

They hurriedly sent Sirius Black to the hospital