Hermione was still struggling, and Harry raised his hand tremblingly.

"Very good, Porter, success or not, add ten for your courage." Felix nodded with satisfaction, and he looked at the others: "He needs an assistant to remind him of something happy through words, are there any volunteers?"

Many people in Gryffindor raised their hands.

But Draco also raised his left hand: "Oh, professor, I'm willing to try it. Potter, I have something to say to you, don't you dare?"

Harry said without fear: "It's you, Malfoy."

The two stood face to face.

"I dare say my words will make you cry, Potter." Draco laughed in a low voice, his voice deliberately lowered.

Harry stared at his platinum hair and said, "You can try it."

Draco narrowed his light-colored eyes: "You must have heard of Sirius Black's name?"

"So what?"

"Haha, Potter, if I were you, I would definitely take revenge at all costs..."

Harry's heart tightened, he knew! He knew Sirius Black was my dad's good friend! But why did he use the word "revenge"? He suddenly thought of something, and his whole stomach churned.

But he said 'calmly': "What do you want to say?"

"Oh, Potter!" Draco grinned, his eyes flashing with malicious light, "You don't know how your parents died, are you? It's so pitiful, surrounded by lies."

"I know." Harry said suddenly.

"What?"

"I know everything. Black is a Death Eater. He surrendered to Voldemort. His wise choice... like your father back then." Harry suppressed the terrible thoughts that arose in his heart. His current task is to fight back. He must not show a cowardly expression in front of the enemy.

"What did you say?" Draco whispered.

Harry said expressionlessly: "You know what I mean, the fence-grass family, everyone knows what kind of guy you are, don't you?"

Draco's pale face turned rosy with anger, "How dare you! Potter..."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Harry smiled happily. He was so hungry that he was so depressed that he suddenly surged up. He had to find a way to vent, otherwise he would yell desperately.

He approached Draco, and the two were close together. Harry could even see his squirting nose. He whispered in a low voice: "Malfoy, your family is Voldemort's lackey, worse than any backbone pure blood family. Do you think you are very proud? But you were wrong! The shame of the surname Malfoy will accompany you for the rest of your life!"

"You, you..." Draco's mind was in chaos, and he retorted loudly: "My family is not a mysterious person's lackey!"

Everyone looked at him in surprise, and they could only hear the two of them whispering something.

But at least they could hear this sentence clearly.

"Is that so? Just shout Voldemort and listen." Harry also let go of the volume so that everyone could hear what he said.

The whole class became silent, deadly quiet.

Felix waved his wand and let the two separate a little. "Okay, the test is over. Porter, Malfoy, go back to the seat."

Others looked at the golden spectator above the table, which was flashing with dazzling light.

Amid Ron's excited voice "Beautiful job, Harry!", Harry sat down again, and he was now in the mood to think about the thought that had just passed.

Revenge, revenge, what can be considered revenge?

Unless Sirius Black does something sorry for him first.

The news he had received from Hermione before was that Black and his father were good friends when they were in school and violated many school rules together. He, Hermione and Ron speculated that the relationship between the two completely broke down as Black joined the Death Eater and became enemies.

Black escaped from prison to chase him, in order to restore his power, his master Voldemort, just like Professor Quirrell in the first grade, there is no personal grudge.

But Harry found out that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

From Mr. Weasley's attitude to the 'revenge' mentioned by Malfoy, he suddenly had an incredible idea.

Harry was out of class in a daze, and even Professor Hepp asked everyone to come forward to choose the magic puppet he liked, he just picked one of them casually.

Hermione happily hugged an ice-blue-haired puppet, and she saw the expression on Harry's face, "What's wrong with you, Harry?"

"Nothing." He stumbled away, and Ron shouted "Where are you going? We should go to the auditorium for dinner." But he ignored him at all, carrying his schoolbag in one hand and a black-haired puppet figure in the other, and went straight back to the dormitory.

The dormitory was empty. He opened the box under the bed and took the clothes piled on the top aside until he saw a leather magic album - which Hager gave him two years ago, and he would read it from time to time.

Harry couldn't wait to turn open the first page, the second page, and then his breathing stopped.

His eyes stopped on the photos of his parents' wedding day. His dad smiled and waved at him. His mom's face was full of happiness, and their hands were held together.

Next to his father was a handsome, smiling man with black hair. His face did not become sunken because of jail and his hair was not entangled, but Harry recognized this person at a glance-

Sirius Black!

Harry felt dizzy and his heart thumped. His stomach kept surging, stronger than he felt after being trained by Professor Hayp, but suddenly a strong feeling surged.

The thought of revenge continued to erode his heart, and he grabbed the wand at his hand and held it tightly.

‘Maybe I should have walked out of Hogwarts, found that person, and…kill him!’

But the idea was interrupted, "Harry!" Ron and Hermione walked into the dormitory and were looking at him with a worried look on their faces.

Harry's tense heart became relaxed and he let out a deep breath.

...

Later that day, Felix planned to visit Hagrid, and during last year's Forbidden Forest adventure, he saw many magical creatures, which might be recommended to Hagrid.

For example, a young unicorn or a silly-looking flower fairy.

But a phoenix with gorgeous feathers appeared before him, and he looked at it in surprise: "Fox? Is Dumbledore looking for me?"

The Phoenix nodded, it landed on Felix's shoulder, and a spontaneous turn, and he appeared in the principal's office.

Dumbledore sat behind a long-legged table, dressed in formal clothes, as if he was about to go out, or had just returned from outside. His expression was serious and he didn't smile until he saw Felix.

"Felix, forgive me for calling you here so late."

"Is there anything wrong, Dumbledore?"

"I heard about the seven types of spectators you introduced in class...one of which can identify specific people in a targeted manner?"

"That's right, but it requires that person's hair, or body tissue, or something." Felix replied, thinking about Dumbledore's intention.

"It just fits your requirements." Dumbledore lifted a piece of red cloth, and several black hairs were lying on it.

"This is..." Felix already had speculation.
Chapter completed!