Chapter 973 Harry's Backer
After the first History of Magic class, Harry, who walked out of the classroom listlessly, received a text message from his godfather Sirius.
"Meet me after class."
Harry explained to Ron and went to the corner of the corridor alone.
When Sirius saw his aggrieved face, the anger that had just subsided instantly surged up again.
"I just went to the Ministry of Magic, and the false news this morning has been removed."
Harry's face lit up with joy, but he soon felt guilty again, "I'm sorry, Godfather, I've caused you trouble."
Sirius looked at him with extremely gentle eyes, "How can it be a trouble? Someone is deliberately targeting you and discrediting you. We should fight back with all our strength."
Harry was stunned for a moment, then smiled widely.
It feels good to have someone to back you up.
"Godfather, they all say that it was old Malfoy who was behind this. Are you going to deal with him next?"
"Of course." Sirius also chuckled, "Malfoy just relies on a few gold Galleons to get to know some small characters. I will deal with them well."
He didn't seem to want Harry to know the truth, and he was planning to deal a good deal with the Malfoy family.
By quietly replacing the article, isn't it just to provoke their conflict?
In fact, there was no need to provoke. Sirius and his cousin Narcissa had never had a good relationship, and his so-called cousin was always targeting Harry at school.
He will definitely not show mercy when it comes to dealing with the Malfoy family.
"Hagrid's blasting-tailed skrewt is so scary that I'm a little afraid to go to Care of Magical Creatures class...
Professor Trelawney predicted that something bad would happen to me. She also said that two students who no longer chose to take the Divination class had no talent and would never be appreciated by the third eye in their lives...
Also, Vincent’s anti-strike training is very effective. I feel that my body is much stronger than before. Yesterday, he gave Malfoy a good lesson. At breakfast today, Malfoy curled up in the chair like a puddle of mud..."
Harry told Sirius about some recent events.
As we chatted, it was already 10 o'clock.
Before cutting off the communication, Sirius warned earnestly: "Harry, no matter what happens, as long as you feel sad and wronged, or want to find someone to talk to, you can always come to me."
Harry felt a warm current flowing through his heart, "I will, Godfather."
After the communication was cut off, Sirius, who was in the Hog's Head Bar in Hogsmeade, slid the projection screen in front of him, found Lupin's portrait and clicked on the video call.
Not long after, Lupin answered the call.
"Remus, what are you doing?"
"Looking for a job." Lupin raised the screen to show the scene of Diagon Alley.
Sirius's mouth curled up slightly, "What kind of job are you looking for? Come over and help me do something."
Lupin noticed the smirk on his face. "How's the salary? I don't want to work for nothing."
"You name your price." Sirius' smile became even brighter, "Let's deal with the Malfoys together!"
"what!?"
"What's your reaction? Come over to the Hog's Head, we need to discuss what to do."
Lupin smiled helplessly, as if he was remembering something from the distant past.
"Okay, I'll be there soon."
The next second, he appeared at the door of the Hog's Head Bar through Apparition.
It was broad daylight, and the only people inside were the boss Aberforth and Sirius.
"Remus, this way!"
Lupin walked over.
As soon as he sat down, Sirius pushed a glass of Firewhiskey towards him.
"Remus, have you read today's newspaper?"
Lupin shook his head. "You know my situation. I don't have the spare money to subscribe to a newspaper."
Sirius took out the newspaper, "Take a look first, and then I'll tell you why."
Lupin read it carefully and frowned when he saw the article that discredited Harry.
"Do you suspect the Malfoys did it?"
"No, they didn't do that."
"Then why are you?"
Sirius smiled evilly, "Since someone wants to deliberately stir up conflict, let him do as he pleases. It's just up to the script."
Lupin put down the newspaper in his hand, picked up the fire whiskey in front of him and took a sip, "Is it that person who did it this time?"
"I don't know, but we'll find out soon enough."
The two began to discuss how to deal with the Malfoy family.
If it was simply a competition of wealth, the Black family could be said to have them beat.
But if you want to defeat the enemy in all aspects, gold galleons alone are not enough.
Lucius, the current head of the Malfoy family, is a cunning old fox. He will never give in when he should be showing off, and will never fight to the death when he should give in. He will immediately turn against others when he sees that the situation is not going well.
To deal with such an old fox, you must first collect sufficient intelligence.
The two decided to act separately, with the black market intelligence network handed over to Lupin and Sirius taking charge of the powerful side.
In the evening, they met at number 12, Grimmauld Place.
After a comprehensive renovation, the entire Black ancestral home has undergone a dramatic change.
The scratched black painted door outside was replaced with a more modern paint-free white wooden door, and the originally gloomy wall now only has bright red and yellow wall tiles.
Gone are those dirty windows, replaced by floor-to-ceiling windows that allow for better light inside.
Walking into the house, there was a Harley-Davidson sidecar motorcycle with a side seat parked in the middle of the porch.
The peeling wallpaper and worn carpets were new, and gone were the snake decorations on the walls and portraits that had been blackened by age.
The portrait of Mrs. Walburga Black was still there behind the curtain, but it was covered by a transparent glass cover, so her shouting could not be heard at all.
"Good evening, Master Sirius." Kreacher appeared in front of the two.
It looked like it was in a particularly bad mood, its lightbulb-like eyes widened. "Good evening, Mr. Lupin."
Sirius ignored it and headed straight for the stairs impatiently.
Of course, the heads of the house-elves on the wall were also missing, which must have made Kreacher particularly unhappy.
Lupin nodded at it as a greeting, and followed it to the living room on the second floor.
The ornate glass cabinets on either side of the great fireplace were still there, but they were empty.
The Black family tree-shaped genealogy tapestry was also there, and it hadn't even moved.
Some things cannot be given up easily. No matter how Sirius denies it, he still has the blood of the Black family flowing in his body.
Lupin sat down in front of the newly purchased orange velvet sofa and took out a few crumpled parchment papers from the pocket of his patched old suit.
All the information he had obtained from the black market intelligence network during the entire day was here.
Sirius sat down next to him and picked up a piece of parchment and began to read it.
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