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Mrs. Weasley interjected, "I think it's better not to say anything." She looked at Harry kindly and said, "Harry, you're still young. You shouldn't know these things until you become an adult in a few years."
"It was too late by then, Molly," Mr. Weasley said.
The couple once again found themselves at odds.
The Weasley children, along with Hermione and Harry, all stared blankly at the Weasleys until Ciaran coughed and woke up as if from a dream.
"Yes, can't we just listen to Professor Frémont?"
"Professor, what are you talking about regarding my parents? Could it be..." Harry said, his mind racing with guesses.
"James and Lily, your parents. We all know they died at the hands of a mysterious man to save you," Ciaran said, avoiding the mention of Voldemort. Still, there was a collective shiver. "But your family has been placed under a loyalty curse..."
"The Fidelity Charm?" Harry wondered. He had never heard of such a spell.
"Hmm!" Hermione raised her hand.
"Miss Granger," Ciaran said, feeling like he was back in a classroom.
"The Red Loyalty Curse is a complex spell that uses magic to conceal one person's secret within the soul of another living person indefinitely. The secret is hidden within the heart of the chosen individual, known as the secret keeper, ensuring it will never be revealed unless the Keeper divulges it," Hermione explained rapidly.
Ciaran gently clapped his hands. "If this were Hogwarts, I'd certainly award Gryffindor ten points."
Hermione smiled sweetly.
"So, Professor, you're saying the Loyalty Charm is on my parents' house?" Harry inquired.
"Yes, Harry. Your parents' house address has been placed under the Fidelity Charm. Only one person knows the address, the Secret Keeper. As long as the Secret Keeper keeps the secret, even if the mysterious person were to press their nose against your house's glass, they wouldn't see any movement inside, nor could they locate the house," Ciaran explained.
"Sirius!" George exclaimed.
"He was the secret keeper for Harry's house, and he leaked the address to the mysterious person," Fred added.
"Yes, Harry," Mr. Weasley said bitterly. "Sirius turned out to be one of us. He was a good friend of your father, so he became the secret keeper, and none of us objected, only..."
"We've all been deceived, Harry. We've all been deceived by Sirius, including Dumbledore," Mrs. Weasley lamented.
At this moment, Ciaran didn't rush to defend Sirius. Faced with this settled "fact" for over a decade, without evidence, all overturned cases seemed like delusions.
"So, it was Sirius, that vicious wanted criminal, who killed my parents?" Harry suppressed his anger.
"Yes, Harry, you need to be cautious. You must be careful in the new school year. Sirius is also a Hogwarts graduate. He knows the rules of Hogwarts. There's a possibility he could enter Hogwarts," Mrs. Weasley said worriedly.
Ginny interjected, "Mom, relax. There's Dumbledore at Hogwarts. You-Know-Who fears Dumbledore. As a loyal follower of You-Know-Who, Sirius will naturally fear Dumbledore."
"Yes, Mom, as long as Dumbledore is at Hogwarts, it's the safest place in the world. Harry will be fine," Ron reassured.
Mrs. Weasley gave her three youngest sons a stern look and said, "You're not allowed to run around, especially you, Fred and George!"
"We know, Mum," Fred and George replied, albeit jokingly. Under Mrs. Weasley's stern gaze, they suppressed their smiles and focused on their meal.
Mr. Weasley cautioned, "Harry, you must not attempt to apprehend Sirius without authorization. You're no match for him. The Ministry of Magic Aurors are tirelessly searching for Sirius. They're professionals, the best wizards. They'll surely handle Sirius. Harry, you just need to wait patiently, and you'll hear news of Sirius' arrest."
Hermione and Ron looked at Harry with concern.
Harry understood this was their concern for him. He also realized he was only a third-year student, while Sirius had already graduated from Hogwarts and had an unprecedented escape from Azkaban Prison. Dealing with Sirius was beyond his capacity, but he was still unwilling.
The murderer indirectly responsible for his parents' death was at large, yet he couldn't act and had to accept the protection of others. This made Harry furious.
"It's all my fault!" Harry thought through gritted teeth, resolved to study hard this year and emulate Hermione.
Ciaran gave no instructions. How could Sirius attack Harry? Living with Harry was what he longed for, to atone for his mistakes and fulfill his responsibilities as a godfather.
After dinner, Harry went to bed feeling drowsy. He seemed to dream of his parents and of a pair of bright eyes as large as car headlights, which he saw after fleeing from his uncle and aunt's house. An "unknown" one arrived.
That night, Harry slept fitfully.
...
Ciaran apparated back to Fremont Manor. Sirius stayed in a small wooden shed with a clean and tidy bed, reading the Daily Prophet.
After several days, Sirius's treatment was gradually improving, and Ciaran pretended to slowly trust Sirius.
"Ciaran, you're back. How's Harry? Is he okay?" Sirius inquired as soon as he saw Ciaran.
"He's with the Weasley family and his classmates," Ciaran replied.
"Arthur, Molly," Sirius muttered, then resumed reading the newspaper under the light. He was familiar with the Weasley family, and Harry got along well with them. Sirius felt relieved.
Ciaran pretended to hesitate. "Sirius, what do you think of Ron's rat?"
Sirius instantly gripped the newspaper tightly and said with hatred, "I'll kill him!"
"You're too impulsive. We need to consider your situation carefully. You don't want the Aurors to catch you the moment you reveal yourself, sending you to Azkaban to be kissed by the Dementors, right?" Ciaran spread his hands. "Or would you prefer to hide for the rest of your life? You're Harry's godfather. With James and Lily dead, besides Harry's aunt and uncle, you're his closest relative."
He deliberately provoked Sirius to suppress his violent emotions.
"Thank you for your trust, Ciaran," Sirius said first, then shook his head. "But I've been convicted. How can I overturn the verdict?"
"There's always a way," Ciaran smiled.
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