Chapter 373: It shouldn't be... (Edited)

February was approaching and the weather was still cold.

Meanwhile, Harry had finally managed to conjure a physical Patronus against Dementors, while Fish's Patronus remained the same.

But the cat was in no hurry, as his half-built Patronus was more powerful than Harry's full Patronus, and it was enough for him to use it to fight back and forth with Kanaloa, whom he had never been able to defeat.

The only thing that upset Fish was that his and Harry's plan of baiting didn't seem to be going very well, as Sirius Black had not been seen again since he had destroyed the portrait of the Fat Lady.

This made Harry, who wanted revenge, and Fish, who wanted to help Harry get revenge, feel a little anxious.

"Harry, do you think Black has escaped?"

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Fish sat cross-legged on Fluffy, with the lazy basilisk dangling from his neck, and asked with a frown.

His plan was so perfect that it would be odd if Sirius didn't fall for it, most likely he would have already escaped.

"Maybe... after all, he's a disgraceful traitor, and it's only natural that he would run away when he saw things going wrong."

Harry, who had just finished fighting Buckbeak, sat down on a tree stump, feeling a bit depressed as well, if Sirius really did stop attacking him, it would be very difficult for him to seek revenge in the future....

God only knew where Sirius would escape to.

The large black dog lying at his feet raised his head slightly, looked at Fish and Harry, then back down again and continued to rest his eyes.

Not to mention that he wasn't aiming at Harry, and even if he wanted to attack him, he wouldn't have come looking for death after seeing Fluffy and Fish's Patronus....

But Harry's words suddenly reminded him of Sirius Black: with Pettigrew Peter's shy nature, he must have run away, right?

Black suddenly felt a little nervous, because he carefully remembered that when he saw Ron several times, there was indeed no sign of Peter on him, and he hadn't smelled any rats.

But...

Shouldn't it be?

Although Peter Pettigrew was shy and cowardly, he was also an extremely quiet guy, and was used to climbing on people's backs to have them cover for him when things went wrong.

Just as when they were at school, Peter saw that he and James were the most popular in the school, so he immediately became a follower, refusing to leave even though he was often ridiculed.

Peter had been looked after by the squishy James and Lupin, and had always played the role of the one who hid behind them, being the least punished of the marauders whenever they got into trouble.

That was why Sirius had never held Peter in high regard, but in the end, unexpectedly, he was betrayed by this coward he despised.

Every time he thought about it, remorse gnawed at Sirius like a venomous snake, and he wondered what had made him so mad that he would propose replacing the Secret Keeper with Peter Pettigrew, and even wondered why the Sorting Hat assigned Peter to Gryffindor.

And given Peter's cowardly and reclusive nature, it was unlikely that he would easily give up his current identity without ensuring that he would be exposed.

But Sirius didn't dare confirm his suspicions at that moment, because he had already misjudged Peter once, so he might have misjudged him a second time, and given Peter's character, the odds of him running away were low, but not impossible.

Damn...

Thinking about this, Sirius suddenly became irritable, if Peter had already escaped, it would be a waste of effort for him to stay at Hogwarts, but if he didn't confirm it himself, Sirius would definitely probably not do it willingly.

So, if Peter really wasn't at Hogwarts anymore, what should he do?

Should he go to Remus and explain everything to him?

Sirius began to think about it.

Every night of the full moon, the familiar smell near the Boxing Willow let Sirius know that Lupin was at Hogwarts now, and he was also confident in convincing the other side, even if Lupin didn't completely believe him, he wouldn't give him up in a hurry, but would help locate Peter's whereabouts first.

Of course, all of this would have to wait until he was sure that Peter had actually left Hogwarts. Sirius still wanted to figure it all out on his own, and then let Harry decide his fate.

The big black dog lifted his eyelids and looked softly at Harry beside him, and it just so happened that Harry looked at him at that moment as well.

Harry, who inadvertently looked at Cold, was stunned for a moment, and then scratched his hair with some hesitation.

This was not the first time he had encountered such a situation, and he had caught the big black dog staring at him more than once in the time it had taken to lure Sirius Black into the Forbidden Forest, but most of the time the look in his eyes had been normal, if not a little dull.

The look now, on the other hand, was....

It was a bit like the way the unicorn Lochlin looked at Fish.

"Harry, what's wrong with you nya?"

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Noticing that Harry was deep in thought as he spoke, Fish asked curiously, bringing him back to himself.

"Uh... nothing, I just felt a little weird about the way Cold was looking at me a moment ago."

Harry answered truthfully, scratching his head.

Fish immediately jumped off Fluffy and ran over to Sirius, lifting the dog's head and looking at him for a moment....

"There's nothing strange, Cold is still as stupid as he is."

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Fish rubbed the cheeks on both sides of the big black dog and commented very seriously.

It was already a consensus among the inhabitants of the Forbidden Forest that Cold's brain was no good...

After all, very few animals would dare to mess with Fluffy, and Cold tended to be a dog of few words, who didn't get angry when harassed by Fang, stuck to eating and sleeping, occasionally hid by himself, and wasn't particularly affectionate with Fish....

Overall, he doesn't seem very intelligent.

"Well... I guess I was wrong...," Harry scratched his head suspiciously, then agreed, "In fact sometimes I think, too, that Cold is a bit of a fool."

As already mentioned, Harry often found that Cold would stare at him, not even reacting when he approached, until he spoke, and then Cold would flinch as if startled.

After that, the big black dog would just stick out his tongue, wag his tail, and lick his hand, without even barking.

Sirius looked at his godson and Fish as they slandered him, and snorted wordlessly through his nose, then shook his head out of Fish's hands, turned around, and dropped back down on his butt in front of the two ill-mannered men.