Chapter 197: Godfather of the Dark Night

Harry noticed the signature and his heart skipped a beat, but he quickly realized that Sirius might be inconvenienced by his identity to say all the news in the letter. Just as he hinted, he was worried about the letter being intercepted by Death Eaters, affecting his undercover operation on the dark side.

In the following time, Sirius's letter and the news he mentioned that "the Stasis Curse can be used in actual combat" gave Harry a spiritual pillar again. As time passed, he practiced swordsmanship and sword flying very skillfully, and could use the Seven Deadly Sins handsomely, which made Harry's confidence more abundant.

At the same time, Neville wrote to tell Harry that Rita had published an unusually exaggerated report in the country. The first page of the newspaper was occupied by Harry's own close-up photo, and the whole article was about Harry, describing some of Harry's statements more and more grandly, saying as if he had already regarded the championship as something in his pocket, and was ready to challenge Voldemort across the air.

The most outrageous one was this sentence: "It is worth mentioning that many great wizards known to everyone, such as Dumbledore or the Dark Lord, failed to win the Triwizard Tournament championship when they were at school." This made Harry's scar ache for an afternoon, and he could see the phantom of Voldemort tearing up the newspaper and cursing from time to time.

Finally, these days slipped away, and November 22nd, which Harry was looking forward to, arrived. Early in the morning, he stood alone at the exit of the train, looking around from time to time. When a faint mist began to rise in the forest, he finally noticed a black dog appearing at the edge of the forest. This should be his godfather's Animagus form. However, compared to the big long-haired dog he had seen by chance last year, this Padfoot had changed a bit. The fur on his body looked oily and smooth, the length of the hair was just right, sticking tightly to his body, the dog's neck was stretched very long, and the temperament was very elegant.

After Harry followed him to the slightly deeper forest, Sirius lifted the transformation. He seemed to straighten his waist, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a man wearing a black trench coat.

At this time, Sirius was different from what he saw during the summer vacation. He shaved off most of his beard, leaving only short stubble. His hair was also cut much shorter, sticking to his scalp softly. He wore a white shirt and a black suit inside the trench coat, tied with an exquisite bow tie. His expression was slightly fierce, mixed with the indifference of seeing life and death.

"Harry, how are you," he said this sentence, and the fierceness on his face turned into softness.

"I'm fine, Godfather," Harry said. "But did you encounter some problems? Your letter was written so, cautiously."

"Indeed encountered some things, whether it is good or bad, I am not sure," Sirius slowly took off his leather gloves and walked with big strides. "Where should I start?"

"Why don't you talk about why you want to use a pseudonym first?" Harry followed him to take a walk in the forest.

"It's like this, let me think, it should be after the Quidditch World Cup," Sirius said. "More and more Death Eaters came to find me, and finally, Antonin Dolohov found me."

"He is a Death Eater, or rather, one of the Dark Lord's confidants. He is preparing troops to attack Hogwarts, very."

"Naturally, he wouldn't ignore the figure of the Godfather of the Dark Night," Sirius continued. "I originally intended to take this opportunity to catch him, but I was worried that this would alert the enemy and affect your plan. At this time, I suddenly thought, if I could participate in it, participate in their plan to attack Hogwarts, I would be able to figure out what kind of conspiracy is actually in it, which must be very helpful."

"I need to gain his trust, but I don't want to bet on whether Dolohov knows who actually betrayed James, so I changed a statement," Sirius took a deep breath. "I used my brother's identity. He was once a die-hard Death Eater, but later disappeared for some reason. I am familiar enough with him to impersonate him well—and we actually look quite alike."

"So, you now claim to be Regulus to the outside world?" Harry remembered that unusual signature.

"I told him that I have been investigating the person who killed my brother during this period," Sirius showed a sly smile. "They all know that the one in prison is not the real Sirius. I tricked them into believing that the real Sirius was related to a secret mission of the Dark Lord, but he unfortunately died—"

"But won't this be exposed by the Dark Lord?" Harry asked with some worry.

"Dolohov won't be stupid enough to ask 'what about Sirius and that secret mission,' he will only ask 'is Regulus one of us'," Sirius said. "Obviously, Regulus is of course one of us, and he seems to be very trusted by the Dark Lord. He didn't even investigate in detail, just came to me for a look, said 'work hard,' and left."

"The Dark Lord has been to your place?" Harry couldn't help but gasp.

"Don't worry, it's a new office location I found. It's relatively remote and very suitable for doing some shameful things. At that time, they were just torturing a group of drug dealers," Sirius recalled. "He came and chatted with me casually, and then quickly."

"Attracted by the screams of Muggles, he excitedly cast a few Cruciatus Curses himself. Before leaving, he asked me to 'cooperate with Dolohov as appropriate.' It can be seen that he is very satisfied with this gang."

"Indeed, nothing can gain the Dark Lord's trust more than torturing Muggles," Harry nodded.

"Just like that, I was able to join their plan to attack Hogwarts, and I finally learned a very terrible piece of news," Sirius paused. "They intend to use dark creatures, organize vampires and werewolves, and giants, and some people suggested that they could drive the Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest."

"The spiders in the Forbidden Forest have been cleared," Harry added blankly. He felt fear because of this vicious plan, but couldn't think of any suitable countermeasures.

"That's a good piece of news. In fact, I already have a plan," Sirius continued. "After some investigation, I found that the leader of those werewolves is Fenrir Greyback, who leads most of them away from the community, relying on theft and killing to obtain food. Most werewolves have no political ambition, just simply thinking that following the Dark Lord can make life a little better, but the fact is that the Dark Lord still ignores them, and most Death Eaters also look down on werewolves."

In Harry's puzzled eyes, Sirius said his conclusion: "In fact, vampires are also in such a situation, but I only talk about werewolves because we actually have a werewolf friend worth trusting."

"I have enough power now, have money, have people, I can completely help werewolves live better, just need them to accept a new leader," Sirius smiled faintly. "Of course, that new leader will be very easy to talk to. I have never seen anyone easier to talk to than Lu Ping."

"Lu... pin?" Harry almost couldn't keep up with Sirius's train of thought.

"That's right, werewolves, whether evil or kind, the survival pressure they face is actually the same, generally speaking, it's not being accepted by society. But this is not difficult. If werewolves are allowed to huddle together for warmth and find a place far away from the world to live, then we don't have to worry about these problems," Sirius said his thoughts. "Werewolves only break out on the full moon night of every month, and at other times, they are still ordinary people and can work completely. Moreover, the total population of werewolves is not large. We only need to invest in opening one or two factories to support them all."

"Find a place isolated from the world, invest in labor-intensive industries, textile factories, electronic factories, food factories, all can. As long as werewolves can create value, we won't lose money. Once their products sell for some money, we can open consumption places in the werewolf country, which will attract other businessmen. As long as there is a fifty percent profit, they are willing to take the risk of being bitten to come and invest."

"I am quite grateful to your Muggle relative, Sir Crowley, he provided me with many completely different solutions," Sirius nodded. "Werewolves can also support themselves through honest labor and live freely in this world."

"That is to say, you are prepared to use Muggle methods to support werewolves?" Harry couldn't help but brighten his eyes. Sirius's vision was very constructive.

"This is still what you taught me. Instead of letting unstable factors wander outside, it is better to organize them," Sirius said. "My gangs too, let them deliver goods to werewolves in the future, conduct trade, as long as they can live a stable and comfortable life, actually not many people are willing to follow the Dark Lord to engage in terrorist attacks."

"And, I have already selected the location for the werewolf country, in Albania," Sirius said seriously. "I carefully investigated the Dark Lord's movements. After he was defeated by you last time, it seems that he was resurrected from Albania. Because Quirrell's last stop before becoming a Death Eater was the forest in Albania, I believe this place might have some problems. If a force of our own can be stationed here, it will undoubtedly form a check on the Dark Lord."

"I intend to have a good talk with Lu Ping during the Christmas holiday. He actually agrees with this plan, but he is worried about the children at Hogwarts," Sirius touched his chin and said. "Perhaps, if this matter can be done, two-thirds of the coalition forces attacking Hogwarts will be in our own hands."

Harry took a deep breath. He realized for the first time that his godfather was not just his own godfather.