The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

0336 Sirius

On Sunday afternoon, Aini and Sylvie rushed to the abandoned centaur camp early to set up the stage for tonight.

"almost."

Sensing the time, Aini took out the improved version of the Marauder's Map and stared at the black spots that entered the Forbidden Forest one after the other.

The former is naturally Miss Granger, but the latter has two names.

As the sky gradually darkened, Aini put the map on the desk that was displayed again, and looked up at the entrance of the camp.

"I'm here, Ani, are you ready?"

The girl stepped into the camp, patted the grass clippings on her body, and came to Aini.

"Of course, everything is ready."

Aini and Hermione looked at each other and replied with a pun.

"It's still the same. After the first half of the ceremony is completed, you stand on the altar to absorb the power of life."

While pretentiously preparing the items needed for the ceremony, Aini gave Sylvie a signal to start.

At the same time, the black dot not far away on the map splits into two, marking the words "Peter" and "Tom" drifting away and no longer overlapping...

As the "ceremony" progressed, a thin green light appeared in the middle of the altar and gradually became thicker.

And after seeing another black dot move, Aini withdrew his gaze and sped up his movements.

Under the adjacent night sky, the big drama in the Forbidden Forest is about to start, and in the old castle not far away, several young wizards also have no mood to sleep.

"The results will be out tomorrow. I don't know if the results of Defense Against the Dark Arts will come out on Monday. I will definitely get an O. Maybe my mother can buy me a new robe during the summer vacation."

Ron lay on the bed and scratched his thighs. In the past two years, the family has obviously become richer, and he doesn't have to always wear the old clothes left by his brothers.

Harry responded absently, forgetting what he had just said in a blink of an eye.

He didn't care about the order in which the results were posted, and he didn't look forward to it.

In fact, Harry knew very well that with his state this semester, his report card would not look too pretty, and the two subjects that did not dare to distract himself in class would be better.

Realizing that his friend was in a trance, Ron didn't pay much attention to it. He only thought that he was anxious after the test, and turned to talk to Dean and Seamus.

Harry was so happy, he continued to immerse himself in his thoughts, and unconsciously, a big black dog emerged from his mind.

After a long interval, when he was invited to be a guest at Hagrid's place this afternoon, the boy vaguely saw that familiar yet unfamiliar black figure at the edge of the Forbidden Forest again.

Is it an illusion?still……

Harry put his right hand on his chest, just like the night he first arrived in Edinburgh, feeling like something was going to happen.

Through the communication with Lupin, the boy learned a lot about his parents, and even got some content that the other party didn't want to tell after many times.

Lying quietly on the bed, Harry looked out of the window unfocused, and chanted a name with an inexplicable mood.

"Blake..."

Even though it was already summer, the Forbidden Forest at night was still very cool, but the short and fat man standing against the tree was sweating profusely at this moment, looking at the former backer in front of him in disbelief.

"Ha, honest little man, cowardly Wormtail, loyal Peter, it's a surprise to see me here, isn't it? Or, do you think you'll never face me again?!"

Sirius greeted his old friend pretending to be frivolous, but the hatred and determination in his words were like a cold wave, making Peter, who was still sweating on his face, feel icy cold.

"Boo, Black, Sirius..."

"Shut up! You don't deserve to call me by my name!"

Sirius interrupted Peter angrily. Compared with when he just escaped from Azkaban, Black, who was neatly dressed, regained his healthy complexion. Although his figure was still slightly thin, it looked like there had been a big change between before and after.

What remains unchanged is the anger in my heart.

Betrayal to Peter, credulity to himself...

If, back then, they hadn't been smart enough to change the secret keeper, maybe James and Lily...

Seeing that Blake seemed to be lost in memory, Peter secretly activated the ability of Animagus, as if taking the opportunity to sneak away.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Peter's little action interrupted Sirius's thoughts. Looking at the mouse shrunk into the shadows, the three Unforgivable Curses went by in his mind, and then the Cruciatus Curse won the decision and hit the enemy.

"Squeak~~~"

The little mouse twitched and rolled in the grass, making a sharp hiss that didn't fit its size.

Under Voldemort's training, Peter had no resistance to the spell, and even just hearing that string of words made his hands and feet weak and lost the strength to resist.

"No...don't...forgive Peter..."

In pain, the mouse regained its human form, full of doubts in its heart.

He just came to perform a simple task of luring the enemy, and when the ceremony was almost done, he would make some noise to attract Aini, and then run away.

It didn't matter if he was caught, and he didn't reveal his relationship with Voldemort. Aini would not hit a colleague who "passed by".

But who can tell him why Sirius Black is here?

This is different from what he imagined! Hey!

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

I haven't seen each other for more than ten years, but Sirius has no intention of reminiscing with this former friend, or rather, he wants to use magic to talk to him.

The wand waved again and again, and the crazy joy climbed up Sirius' face. Looking at Peter who was lying on the ground and was about to struggle weakly, the man felt that the stuffy smell of grass around him was so wonderful, and every breath that entered his nasal cavity Every breath is filled with the fragrance of revenge.

"Avada eats a big melon!"

When the hatred climbed to the extreme, as the spell changed, a green light appeared from the tip of Black's wand, intending to end the enemy's life.

"Crash~"

A few withered and yellow branches fell, and the green light broke through the canopy, like a reverse meteor rushing into the sky.

Before the shot was fired, Black still twisted his wrist and changed the direction of the death curse.

"Ha, no, no, no, it's just started, how can it end so easily? Look forward to it... longing for it..."

Sirius covered his mouth and laughed wildly, and wanton roars echoed in the forest.He will let Peter know that death will become a gift that Wormtail can't ask for.

"Uh~uh~~~"

Peter curled up on the ground whimpering, uttering some syllables that he couldn't figure out the meaning of.

In the familiar torment, Blake, Voldemort, and the two mountains at different times in Peter's life gradually overlapped, bringing him deeper fear.

And Peter's pain and fear are precisely the source of Sirius' happiness at this time.

Little by little, this happiness swept away the haze left by the dementors in his heart, and it showed on the man's face, turning into a pure smile.