HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 295 Unraveling Sirius Black's Heart

"First of all, junior, I didn't affect the competition at the time. If I had, Mrs. Huo Qi would have stopped the game and criticized me long ago," I explained calmly to the junior.

"But it was you who destroyed the Quidditch captain's spell back then, senior. That spell was all part of the winning strategy." The junior girl still wouldn't let go of this matter.

"But as the student council president, I only care about the safety of all wizarding students, so I have to stop this spell. (Also, the spell the Quidditch captain used is dark magic. If I don't stop it, am I just waiting for Headmaster Dumbledore to teach him a lesson?)" I first explained to the junior student with righteous indignation, and then finally whispered my secret weapon to her.

"I'm so sorry, senior, we misunderstood you." In the end, all the previous explanations paled in comparison to this last sentence.

Watching the younger female students leave, I suddenly lost my desire to eat and wanted to go back to my room to rest. It was really upsetting.

"Are you tired, senior?" Theodore asked with concern when he saw me rubbing my temples.

"Sigh~ It was just blocking a curse, I should have known better than to get involved. I'm so sorry, Theodore, I'm a bit tired today and want to go home and rest." I was just putting on an act, though. I have some plans here and might need some time alone.

“Okay, Senior Ayers.” Theodore hadn’t expected all those twists and turns; he really thought I was just tired.

Then we parted ways, and when I returned to my dorm room alone...

He lay on the sofa by himself and closed his eyes for a moment.

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[Jin: Yes, host's son]

(I have an idea: the big spender can use time travel to go back to when Sirius Black was in Azkaban.)

[Jin: Time travel has started, countdown 3...2...1]

When I stepped out of the time-traveling portal, I arrived in Azkaban.

The damp, putrid smell instantly filled my nostrils. I staggered and grabbed the sticky stone wall for support. Dark green slime dripped from the crisscrossing chains overhead.

A low, mournful wail came from afar, like the howling of a vengeful spirit imprisoned in an abyss.

In the darkness outside the iron bars, countless silver-gray shadows surged like a tide—those were Dementors.

Their hollow faces were turning toward me, and their cold tentacles seemed to be pressed against the back of my neck.

In an instant, a hazy, shimmering white light emanated from his body, and fine, silvery down grew like spring snowflakes, spreading along his skin to every inch of his texture.

Its original form rapidly shrank, transparent thin wings grew from between its finger joints, and finally condensed into a palm-sized fox form.

Nine fluffy tails, like wisps of cloud, stretched out behind it, their tips shimmering like stars, each hair gleaming with a warm, pearly sheen, rising and falling gently with its breath.

Her blue vertical pupils gleamed with a cunning light, and her pink nose twitched slightly.

The faint, ethereal glow emanating from the downy fur is like morning mist bathed in moonlight.

The tiny paws gleamed with a translucent luster, and the soft pads felt like they were wrapped in a cloud.

The nine tails intertwined and then dispersed, each sway bringing with it shimmering starlight that streaked through the air, filling the small space with a gentle and sacred aura.

Transformed into a nine-tailed fox, I wasn't afraid of the Dementors at all. On the contrary, the Dementors seemed like headless flies, not noticing me crouching on the ground.

I lightly tiptoed, my nine bushy tails like a cluster of leaping white flames, drawing elegant arcs in the air.

Her blue vertical pupils sparkled with a lively light, and her pink nose trembled slightly as she sniffed the air.

Its small body moved like a white lightning bolt through the gaps between the cells of Azkaban's cell prison.

Each leap is like weaving a flowing star web, with fine downy feathers stirring up tiny specks of light in the wind.

As I run, my nine tails intertwine, sometimes unfurling into a fan shape, sometimes gathering into a bundle, creating gusts of wind and rustling softly, as if playing a light and cheerful melody.

When I arrived at the door of the cell where Sirius was imprisoned, the iron door trembled violently as if shaken by some force. My knuckles pressed against the cold iron surface, and I could clearly feel the intense tremors coming from behind me.

Through the thick barrier, his suppressed roar sounded like rough burlap being torn apart by a dull knife, mixed with the ear-piercing sound of fingernails scratching the wall, and the muffled thud of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The air was thick with the faint smell of rust and blood. Black mist seeping from the cracks in the door was strangely coiling around the door frame, forming twisted claw marks, as if countless invisible hands were desperately scratching and pleading for help from inside.

I didn't rush in; instead, I squatted down and waited patiently, holding my breath.

About fifteen minutes later, when the commotion inside the room had completely subsided, I carefully slipped in through the crack in the door.

The room reeked of a nauseating stench, and it was pitch black.

I fumbled for a luminous pearl that I always carried with me and hung it around my neck. The dim light illuminated everything in the room, and the sight before me made me gasp – the walls were covered with scratches of varying depths, and the metal walls had been dented by the scratches; in the center of the room, in a corner, a figure covered in blood was curled up, its back to me, trembling violently.

Just as I was about to ask a question, the figure suddenly turned around slowly.

In the light, I could see the blood-stained face clearly—Sirius Black was standing there, completely dazed.

I was going to ask, but then I remembered that I was still just a little fox, so I shut my mouth and remained silent.

"Why are you here?" Sirius Black seemed to be out of his mind, not lucid at all.

I didn't say anything, I just squatted gracefully at the door and watched him.

We were locked in a stalemate for a long time, until finally Sirius seemed unable to hold on any longer, closed his eyes, and prepared to collapse.

It was at this moment that a cloud of white smoke suddenly appeared. As Sirius fainted, he seemed to see a figure running towards him, and finally fell into a warm embrace and lost consciousness.

When Sirius fell into a deep sleep in that warm embrace, I returned to human form and carefully placed him on the bed.

He took out a towel and a pot of warm water from his backpack and used them to wipe the blood off his face and hands.

His face now lacked its usual unruliness and arrogance, and instead showed a hint of vulnerability. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was still being tormented by some nightmare.

I sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at him quietly, my heart filled with mixed emotions.

Sirius looks so pitiful now.

What a fool! If you had left with me back then, none of this would have happened. Now you're stuck here suffering.

I know he has always been proud and dashing, but now he is so dejected.

Time passed slowly in the stillness, and the moonlight outside the window shone through the mottled window frame into the room, draping everything in a layer of silver gauze.

I stayed by his side until the sky began to lighten.

Sirius slowly awoke, his eyes initially filled with confusion, but upon seeing me, they widened instantly. He sat up warily and demanded, "Why? Why are you here?"

I sighed softly and said, "You weren't feeling well last night, and I was afraid something might happen to you, so I stayed up all night watching over you."

A hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes as he looked me up and down. Then, as if remembering something, he frowned and said, "Last night... I can't remember anything. I only remember a little fox... and that last wisp of white smoke..."

I smiled and didn't answer his question about the little fox directly. Instead, I said, "Don't rush to recall. How are you feeling right now? Are you alright?"

Sirius shook his head, as if trying to shake off those chaotic thoughts. "I can't really explain it. I just have a splitting headache and my mind is a mess."

I got up, poured him a glass of water, and handed it to him. "Drink some water and calm down. I guess you've run into some trouble. If you'd like, you can tell me about it."

Sirius took the water glass, but didn't drink it immediately. He just gripped the glass tightly. Sirius, who had been speaking calmly, suddenly became agitated. "It's nothing serious. By the way, how did you end up here? Elsa, answer me!"

I knew he was hiding something, but I didn't press him. I just said, "Sirius, I know you've always been strong, but sometimes it's good to confide in someone. No matter what happens, I'll be on your side."

"The reason I'm here is because I wanted to find you. I just wanted to see how you are doing, but I never expected to end up here."

Sirius's gaze was somewhat unfocused, and his fingers unconsciously traced the rim of the water glass, as if searching for some kind of support.

After a long while, he took a deep breath and slowly said, "Elsa, some things can't be solved by talking about them. I thought I could bear everything on my own, but seeing you today, all the emotions that have been suppressed in my heart are like a flood that has been released, and they are about to overwhelm me."

His voice trembled, and his face showed both pain and struggle. "Do you know, I've recently fallen into a terrible conspiracy. There was a traitor in my organization who leaked our plans to the enemy, causing our operations to fail one after another. My best friends all died because of this, and I am the only survivor."

Sirius's eyes were filled with guilt and self-blame. "I think it's all my fault. If I had been more careful, maybe the traitor wouldn't have had the chance."

I looked at him with heartache, reached out and gently took his hand. "Sirius, this is not your fault. It is very difficult to completely eliminate traitors in an organization. You have done your best, and since you were able to escape alive, there is still a chance to find the traitor and avenge your fallen comrades."

Sirius gave a bitter smile. "Revenge? Easier said than done. Besides, I can't get out of here. I'm trapped in this cage." Sirius's voice was filled with bitterness as he stared at the iron bars of the small cell, his eyes filled with resentment and helplessness.

“This cage is like an invisible curse, locking all my hopes for revenge here. I think about Lily and James day and night, about their smiles, their voices, but I can’t do anything about it.” Sirius clenched his teeth in anguish.

I gripped his hand tightly, trying to transfer my strength to him. “Sirius, we’ll find a way. I’ll help you. Sirius Black shouldn’t be trapped here waiting to die. You’re a brave warrior, and you will be able to stand in the sunlight again. Think about it, those traitors thought that trapping you here would end everything, but as long as you still have the belief in revenge, they will never be at peace.”

Sirius slowly raised his head, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes, but it quickly dimmed again. "But who will believe me? Everyone believes I am a traitor, the murderer who killed so many people. Even if I escape, I will be hunted down by the entire magical world. At that time, I won't even have a chance to investigate the truth, let alone find the real traitor."

I looked at him and said firmly, "I believe in you, that's enough. First, let's find evidence to prove your innocence. Perhaps there are still some overlooked clues at the crime scene, or perhaps there's someone who knows something but hasn't been found yet. As long as we search carefully, we're sure to find a breakthrough."

A flicker of doubt crossed Sirius's eyes; a renewed hope seemed to be rekindling within him. "But I've been trapped here for so long, and everything outside has changed. I don't know where to begin my investigation, nor do I know who I can trust anymore."

I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't forget, you still have friends. And you still have Harry, he's family, he'll definitely be on your side. Right now, the most important thing is to figure out how to get out of here."

Upon hearing Harry's name, Sirius's eyes softened. "Harry... he must be all grown up by now. He's like his father now. I regret not being able to watch him grow up, not being able to protect him."

I comforted him, saying, "Harry is very strong. He's been through a lot these past few years, but he's made it through. Once you get out, you'll be reunited. Then, you can work together to find the truth and seek justice for those who have died."

Sirius took a deep breath and clenched his fist. "Alright, I can't stay like this any longer. For Harry, for those fallen comrades, I must escape and find the real traitor."

Just then, the terrifying voice of the Dementors came from afar, and they were slowly approaching.

Sirius's face turned pale, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

I feel like I've done enough to guide and resolve the situation, so I should probably prepare to leave now.

"Sirius, don't be afraid, you'll feel better after a good night's sleep." I raised my hand and gently stroked his naturally curly hair.

A puff of white smoke drifted by, and then Sirius, who had just been tense, slowly closed his eyes.

His brows gradually relaxed, and his breathing became even and steady, as if the mysterious white smoke had truly taken away all his unease and anxiety.

I sat quietly beside him, my fingers still lingering on his naturally curly hair, feeling the delicate texture between the strands.