0336 The Funeral
Kreacher's wailing, which had previously been a mournful accompanint to the solemn proceedings, suddenly escalated to a shrill and piercing climax, and it was at this mont that Harry and Hermione finally took notice of a peculiar lump concealed beneath the table.
"Dobby, how could you...oh, you're not!" Harry exclaid inadvertently, his mind montarily confusing the identity of the strange house-elf before him with that of the familiar house-elf, Dobby. However, he swiftly realized this house-elf was not Dobby, though he could not discern the subtle facial differences between them. At least, he could tell this house-elf appeared much older.
"This is Kreacher, the loyal servant of the Black family," Sirius explained to Harry.
Regardless of the circumstances, as the last remaining legitimate heir of the ancient and noble House of Black, Sirius's approval held imnse significance for Kreacher. Upon hearing the affirmation of his master's words, Kreacher's wails intensified, and he began pounding the floor nonstop.
Hermione, who saw Kreacher's tearful appearance, felt a sense of pity and seed to have sothing to say after hearing the word "servant."
"I think you still lack a proper understanding of the situation, Harry," Sirius said, his arm encircling Harry's shoulder and smiled sadly.
"Regulus Black was my younger brother. He... He made so regrettable choices in the past, but after realizing his mistakes, he decided to atone for his wrongdoings. And, ultimately, he sacrificed his life in pursuit of that noble cause. This did not happen recently - he has been gone for many years."
Harry nodded, gaining a basic understanding by combining Sirius's words with Dumbledore's previous statents.
"Before, I misunderstood, thinking he had always been a staunch follower of Voldemort. After I escaped from Azkaban and with Bryan's help, I learned the truth about his death. Although it was too late, I still wanted to give Regulus a decent funeral."
It was Professor Watson again.
Hermione and Harry couldn't help but steal glances at the somber figure of Professor Watson, recalling everything they knew about him since they t.
He was an extraordinarily remarkable wizard, seemingly connected to every significant event while possessing the ability to overco any obstacle.
The funeral proceedings comnced, each attendee forming a solemn circle around the unsung hero whose valiant deeds had been cloaked in obscurity for far too long.
Everyone's faces were solemn, starting with Dumbledore, One by one, each individual present expressed their deep admiration for the courage that Regulus Black had– to confront his own wrongdoings and resist Voldemort when he was at the height of his power. Those who had known Regulus Black also recalled so mories, even Snape, who regarded Sirius as his mortal enemy, dryly said a few words.
Bryan waved his wand, and bright white flas burst out from Regulus's body and the table around it. The flas grew higher and higher, obscuring the body. The white smoke rose into the air, and in a trance, it seed that everyone saw a dashing young man with a rebellious smile standing in mid-air, waving to them.
When the rites had concluded, the sunset had long since lost its vibrant hues, leaving only a lancholic crimson afterglow that stubbornly clung to the horizon, as though reluctant to bid the day farewell.
Snape departed imdiately, his discomfort with the proceedings evident in his haste to distance himself from the situation.
"Potter, Granger, due to your brazen actions of tracking the professors," Professor McGonagall's voice cut through the stillness like a blade of ice, her tone devoid of warmth as they erged from the Forbidden Forest and stood upon the banks of the shimring Black Lake. "Upon our return to the castle, you will need to report to Filch and obey to his instructions without delay!"
Professor McGonagall had ever been a paragon of fairness and impartiality, and Harry and Hermione had harbored an inkling that such a consequence might befall them.
Professor McGonagall was always fair and impartial, and Harry and Hermione had anticipated this possibility, Nevertheless, Harry could not resist the pang of discomfort that arose at the prospect of being deducted points and assigned detention, particularly in the presence of so many people, including the Headmaster himself. Hermione, on the other hand, felt so ashad that she wanted to cover her face and jump into the Black Lake a few steps away.
"I personally think this punishnt is quite appropriate–"
Dumbledore said with a hint of humor, his silver beard fluttering in the wind. He had already noticed Harry secretly observing his expression and said this witty remark.
Everyone laughed, even Sirius, who had a heavy expression, twitched his lips.
"I don't think it's a big deal," Sirius said, patting the embarrassed Harry on the back.
"When I have ti, I'll share so of the interesting things we did with Jas's invisibility cloak!"
"Please don't make regret my decision, Sirius," Dumbledore said helplessly. "You must understand a professor's responsibilities extend far beyond imparting knowledge. Many tis, you need to set a good example and guide the children in the right direction."
"Professor?!" Harry's mind froze for several seconds before he understood what Dumbledore and Sirius were talking about. He first showed an incredulous expression, but then, with a look of surprise, he looked at Sirius, who was smiling at him.
"Just as you guessed, Harry," Sirius nodded in affirmation.
"So people," Bryan, already aware of this, shook his head in amusent, "Simply lack the ability to learn from the mistakes of their predecessors."
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*Scenebreak*
Those who have studied at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for a few years know that in this school, if more than one person is aware of sothing, it will spread throughout the entire school at varying speeds, depending on how sensational the matter is.
The news that Sirius Black would be replacing Professor Lupin as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for the next few months had reached Harry and Hermione. Within an hour and a half until the start of the evening feast, over seventy percent of the young wizards had heard about it. The remaining thirty percent were mostly fifth and seventh-year students, who were about to face the two most important exams of their lives and were desperately trying to make the most of their study ti!
Just half a month ago, Sirius Black was still a notorious fugitive, the first wizard ever to successfully escape from Azkaban.
The previous school year had seen so many Dentors stationed at Hogsade and the school gates to guard against him. But in just half a month's ti, the roles of criminal and hero had been swapped. Peter, who had once received the Order of rlin, First Class, beca a criminal, while Sirius Black, who had spent twelve years in Azkaban, beca a daring hero. And now, he had even beco their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
"Damn, what in the blazes did I miss!"
At the Gryffindor table, Ron threw his head back in a dramatic gesture and let out an agonized groan, filled with regret.
On the night of the battle with the werewolf, He missed the miraculous ti travel due to his severe injuries. And now, in the short ti it took him to return to the dormitory to fetch the Firebolt, he had missed yet another montous event.
The other Gryffindor students were unaware of what Ron was upset about; their attention was focused on the handso middle-aged wizard with a hint of lancholy in his eyes, who was conversing with Professor McGonagall at the staff table.
"At Christmas, my grandmother was telling that if I encountered Sirius, I should go and fight him with all my might, even at the cost of my own life, I must not bring disgrace upon my parents ---"
Neville's round face flushed red, and his voice, though lowered, could not conceal his excitent.
"I really want to hear what she'll say when she learns about this!"
"You cannot duel a professor, Neville!"
Ever since learning the news, Harry's soared as if all the students at the school had cast a Cheering Charm on him!
This was truly unbelievable. Sirius Black, his godfather, had beco a professor at the school. Harry wished he could pry open Dumbledore's head to see how he had co up with this idea.
Before this, Harry thought Professor Watson would step up!
This way, Snape wouldn't be able to act as he pleased, right?
Unless he wanted to see the Slytherin bunch of slimy gits receive the sa treatnt in Defense Against the Dark Arts that the Gryffindor students received in Potions!
Although Harry hadn't truly known Sirius before today, he was certain that Sirius would look out for the Gryffindor students.
Shock, bewildernt, anger, and hatred!
Snape had hurriedly left after attending the funeral of Sirius's brother, Regulus Black. He was still unaware that Sirius had beco the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. But from Snape's expression when he saw Sirius enter the Great Hall and take a seat at the staff table, it was evident how much animosity existed between them!
"What do you say--"
Seamus, excited like Neville, interrupted,
"He might tell us how he escaped from Azkaban. That would be so cool! If we could learn that trick, we'd never have to be afraid again. Of course, I'm not planning on going to Azkaban."
The conversation then shifted to discussing how Sirius had escaped from Azkaban, though this had been a hot topic for nearly a year.
"Maybe Professor Black, like Professor Watson, has an exceptionally powerful Patronus. He used that spell to drive away all the Dentors!"
Lavender exclaid in surprise.
"But he'd need to get himself a wand first--"
The previously empty tables were now laden with delicious-slling food. Hermione finally closed the book Professor Watson had given her and, upon hearing her roommate's unrealistic speculation, said impatiently,
"And, I don't think there is any point in discussing this matter---"
The surrounding students, including Harry and Ron, stared at Hermione in astonishnt, as if she had said sothing unthinkable. Hermione noticed she had beco the focus of everyone's attention. She took a deep breath, pursed her lips, rolled her eyes, and shook her head, saying,
"Think about it. No matter how Sirius escaped from Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic wouldn't have released him unless they figured out what happened. They must have taken appropriate precautions, right? That loophole couldn't possibly still exist, unless the Ministry wants to see Azkaban unable to hold anyone ever again!"
Amid the bewildered gazes of students at the other three House tables, a sigh erupted from the middle of the Gryffindor table.
"And I don't understand why you're so excited, Harry--"
Hermione glanced sideways at Harry, who seed to be planning a future 'study trip' to Azkaban, and said helplessly.
"Have you gone mad, Hermione? That's Sirius Black, Harry's godfather!"
Ron exclaid in shock.
"I'll bet that whatever way Snape, that wanker treats Harry, he'll treat Malfoy the sa. We've been waiting all these years for the appearance of a 'hero' like this. Even Professor Watson wouldn't help us like that!"
Harry nodded vigorously.
"But don't forget--"
Hermione glanced at Sirius at the staff table.
"He's the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, and we all know that for so reason, the professors of this subject are particularly prone to misfortunes!"
The smile froze on Harry's face, and now he was the one feeling regretful.
"Damn, I forgot about that!"
Harry slapped his forehead and said,
"Sirius was wrongfully imprisoned by the Ministry for so many years. He must not be aware of the situation. What do you think, should I go and warn him?"
"Don't worry, mate!" Ron frowned and said, "We all know that being the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor isn't a walk in the park, but there have been exceptions, haven't there?"
"You an like Professor Watson?" Harry's eyes lit up.
"Exactly!"
Ron said thoughtfully, glancing at Professor Watson who was elegantly cutting his lamb chops.
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