bioinnovel Chapter 161 Eureka Moment
Chapter 161 Eureka Moment
Chapter 161 Eureka Moment
Before Belvina set off for Privet Drive, Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge both gave her a piece of advice.
Don't tell Harry the truth.
Cornelius Fudge meant that Harry should not be told that Sirius betrayed the Potters, nor should he mention that Sirius was Harry's godfather.
Dumbledore meant that Harry shouldn't be told too much before the truth of what happened back then came out, lest he be influenced and do something foolish.
Belvina readily accepted the instructions from the two bigwigs without even considering arguing.
However, since she has a mouth, Belvina can let Harry know as much as possible without disobeying the instructions of the two big shots, such as letting him know more about his godfather.
That's why Belvina talked about all sorts of random things, and why she brought up Sirius's past, especially the Muggle girl poster on the bedroom wall.
At this moment, Sirius Black's image in Harry's mind became more three-dimensional; he was no longer just a prisoner who had escaped from Azkaban, but a fighter who dared to defy the authority of his family.
At the same time, a big question mark appeared in Harry's mind: what exactly happened to Sirius Black, and what kind of experience caused his thoughts and stance to change so drastically?
Harry's brow furrowed deeply as he asked hesitantly, "Professor, why did his opinion suddenly change? And where did he go after running away from home?"
Of course he went to your house; your grandfather treated him like a second son.
Belvina wanted to say that, but she couldn't tell Harry so bluntly, since Dumbledore and Fudge had already made their agreement.
"I don't understand it either," Belvina said pointedly. "The Sirius I remember, the Sirius I know, couldn't possibly be a supporter of Voldemort. How could he possibly be a Death Eater!"
Harry looked up, staring intently at Belvina. Wasn't Professor Black right in front of him a perfect example?
Both are Black, and both are siblings from the same mother. Neither of them approves of pure-blood superiority. Belvina confronted Voldemort twice, so why does the situation change when it comes to Sirius?
What Harry couldn't understand the most was that Sirius Black was a Gryffindor! A brave and fearless Gryffindor!
Even with Belvina sitting right across from him, Harry's bad impression of Slytherin remained unchanged, especially after the Chamber of Secrets incident last year, which solidified that negative impression.
Tons tons tons tons.
Harry, deep in thought, gulped down a glass of milk to cool down his simmering brain and get it back into normal function.
Perhaps it was a flash of inspiration, or perhaps it was a sudden burst of inspiration, but after much thought, Harry suddenly thought of a possibility, but he quickly dismissed the idea.
Harry shook his head like a wet puppy, trying to shake the unreliable idea out of his head. How could that be the truth? Sirius Black was the murderer who could blow up half a street with a single spell!
Sitting opposite her, Belvina picked up her glass, pretending to drink the milk inside, but actually secretly observing Harry's expression to gauge the progress.
If Belvina were to set aside her pride and arrogance and use Legilimency on Harry, she would immediately discover that the seed she planted in Harry's heart had already sprouted.
Belvina calmly put down her glass. She suddenly realized that trying to fool a child was pointless; Harry's panic was just too obvious, and his fidgeting made her wonder if he had ADHD.
In that short time, Harry, whose mind was in complete turmoil, was either scratching his head, fiddling with the cutlery, or staring blankly at one spot.
"Harry, say what you want to say, ask what you want to ask," Belvina said. "I can tell you..."
I will naturally tell you; what I can't tell you, I will only say what I can.
As soon as he finished speaking, Harry, who had been lost in thought, immediately calmed down, as if he had suddenly found his anchor.
Belvina leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and said, slowly and deliberately, "When the sun rises again, I will not acknowledge a single letter of anything I'm saying to you now."
"Professor Black, is Sirius Black really a supporter of Voldemort?" Harry asked, his expression serious and his tone solemn.
"I don't know. The Ministry of Magic believes Sirius is, and most people believe so too," Belvina said. "After Sirius was captured, he was sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban without any trial; the sentence was handed down immediately."
"Professor, you just said he leaked some very important information to Voldemort," Harry continued, "Do you know what that information is?"
Belvina paused for a moment, then said, "I don't know. The Ministry of Magic believes that only Sirius Black knew this crucial information, and it could only have been him who leaked it. Most people think so too."
Even if she planned to give Harry a heads-up about the questions and tell him some secrets, Belvina knew exactly what she could and couldn't say.
Regarding the Fidelity Charm and the Secret Keeper, these are things that absolutely cannot be discussed at this stage. Once it involves his parents, Harry's current composure and calmness could easily turn into recklessness, and he would no longer listen to any advice.
Harry paused for a moment, as if he had grasped the key point from Belvina's words, but he couldn't confirm it yet.
He continued, still puzzled, "Professor, do you think Sirius Black is guilty?"
Belvina raised an eyebrow. Harry, who used to have his brain exposed, suddenly became smarter. Was it because Hermione was too far away from Fertile Ground?
"I don't know," Belvina said. "The Ministry of Magic believes Sirius is guilty, and most people think so too."
Human beings are essentially repeaters, and Belvina Black, who knows nothing, is the biggest repeater on the Fertile Plains.
She seemed to only know how to say "I don't know," "The Ministry of Magic believes," and "Most people think so too."
"Professor," Harry asked, looking into Belvina's eyes, "why do you keep emphasizing the Ministry of Magic's opinion?"
It is emphasized that the vast majority of people also believe this. Why?
"Do you remember what I said in the Chamber of Secrets, Harry?" Belvina countered.
Belvina rambled on in the Chamber of Secrets, speaking in a whole carriage of languages, and Harry had no idea which question she was referring to.
"I said in the Chamber of Secrets that Hagrid was framed by Tom Riddle, who pinned everything related to the Chamber of Secrets on Hagrid." Belvina sneered. Although the Octopod Spider was no good, Hagrid was truly innocent.
Harry frowned and thought hard. He couldn't remember how many times he had frowned tonight. It seemed that he had used up all the frowns he would have for the next year.
"Rupert Hagrid, how could he possibly be the heir to Slytherin? But the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts believed it, thinking that Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets and released the monster inside to kill Myrtle."
Belvina continued, "Therefore, Hagrid was expelled from Hogwarts, and his wand was broken. Perhaps due to insufficient evidence, or perhaps due to Dumbledore's protection, Hagrid returned to the school, serving as the gamekeeper and custodian of the keys."
It dawned on me!
Harry, sitting at the dining table, was like Archimedes in the bathtub; he had made a major discovery.
The Ministry of Magic believed Hagrid was the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets, but it turned out that Hagrid was not; someone else opened the Chamber, and the Ministry of Magic wrongly accused an innocent person.
The Ministry of Magic believes that Sirius Black leaked important information and that he is a strong supporter of Voldemort. Has the Ministry of Magic wronged an innocent person again?
That's why Professor Black kept emphasizing that the Ministry of Magic believed, and that the vast majority of people also believed.
Because Sirius Black's surname is Black, he is a pure-blood wizard, and his family are fanatical pure-blood supremacists, he has reason to support Voldemort.
Perhaps Little Star Black really was wronged!
Harry's desire grew stronger; he longed to find Sirius Black immediately and get to the bottom of things.
After figuring out the key points, Harry was noticeably more relaxed. He let out a long breath, his relaxed expression befitting an ordinary thirteen-year-old boy.
By the way, Harry Potter was originally a thirteen-year-old boy.
"Professor, I don't want to know what the Ministry of Magic thinks, or what the majority of people think. I want to know your true thoughts," Harry said. "Professor, do you believe Sirius Black is guilty?"
Harry paused for a moment, mimicking Belvina's gesture, and then said, "Professor, I'm willing to believe you."
"Trust is the cheapest and most expensive thing in the world, Harry," Belvina smiled. "What I think isn't really important."
Belvina stood up, bracing herself on the table with her arms, and continued, "If someone I'm willing to believe does something bad, something really bad, and I believe it wasn't them, as long as they say it has nothing to do with them, I'll try my best to find evidence to prove they didn't do it. But what if that person says nothing at all?"
Having said that, Belvina turned and left the restaurant. She had said enough for tonight, enough to make Connelly...
Fudge came to confront her and fight her to the death.
"professor!"
Harry stood up and left the restaurant, catching up with Belvina on the stairs on the first floor as she was going upstairs.
He continued, "Professor, you believe Sirius Black is innocent, you believe he is blameless, right?"
"
"Who is innocent, Harry?" Belvina suddenly seemed like a different person, her expression indifferent and her tone cold. "I didn't say anything tonight, I went upstairs to sleep as soon as I got back."
As she spoke, Belvina walked upstairs.
"Professor, one last question," Harry said, standing at the bottom of the stairs, not chasing after him upstairs. "Should I know Sirius Black?"
Belvina did not answer, nor did she stop; she continued upstairs without looking back.
"Professor, could you teach me how to duel?" Harry asked hastily. "Teach me how to duel for the rest of the summer."