Chapter 119

When Gryffindor's common room was in chaos again, Maka, who was on her way back from the "snow witch", had just entered the secret road leading to the beating willow.

But when he walked half the way with his head down, holding up the small bottle containing condensate sand, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in his sight.

Maka was suddenly thrown to the ground by the dark shadow, and the bottle in her hand fell to the ground, rolling all the way to the corner of the stone wall of the secret road.

Fortunately, the magic medicine bottle was quite strong. It not only didn't break, but also the light setting sand in it glowed because of the violent collision.

This time, Maka saw clearly that it was no one else who stepped on him, but Sirius Black in the form of Animagus, the thin but large black dog.

Maka immediately struggled to draw out her wand, but was patted away by black's claw, which had been staring at him.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Maka pretended to be panic. He kept struggling, but the black dog's strength was so strong that he couldn't move.

Then the black dog looked back - he was looking in the direction of Hogwarts castle.

Suddenly, Maka's brain quickly analyzed the current situation.

To tell the truth, the meeting with black in the secret road was not only unexpected, but also under his control.

During this time, Maka went back and forth in Hogwarts, always using this secret path. In fact, he has been wondering whether he and black will "happen to meet" here once?

But anyway, as long as you meet black here, he must have done something or wanted to do something.

At the moment, black was running out in a hurry. It was obviously done - and there was no harvest.

He was thinking about it, but the other party was very anxious. He opened his mouth and bit Marca's collar and dragged him out directly.

Maka glanced at wand that was getting farther and farther away from him, but did not resist much. She let Blake drag him away when he came quickly.

He stared at the top wall of the secret road motionless, like a child who was stunned by the situation just now.

Black dragged him all the way to the scream shed, and then the other party changed back to human shape.

"Fluorescent flashes," Black said in a hoarse voice.

The last time it was too dark in the forest, Maka didn't see it clearly. This time he saw it really.

This is a tall man with black hair and gray pupils, but his long prison life makes him look quite thin, and his hair has long been tangled in a mess.

A beard seemed to have been burned and curled up against his dirty face. If you go to Hollywood to play a tramp sleeping on the street, you don't need to make up.

Maka also noticed that the wand in his hand had been changed, which was not his original one.

"Sirius Black!" Marca tried to keep her eyes wide and pretended to be terrified.

"Stop pretending," black snorted impatiently. "With your acting skills, you can deceive children."

Maka was really surprised this time. What did he know?

Fortunately, black's next words made him secretly relieved.

"I know you're Harry's friend, McLean," he said quickly, frowning. "I don't care how you find this secret way, but you see me now... I'm sure I can't let you go back... At least not for the time being."

He almost said the classic line of "you'll ruin my good deeds", which is exclusive to villains.

It has to be said that black, who has spent 12 years in Azkaban, blames himself all the time for what happened that year. Until the summer vacation at the end of last semester, Ron's father won the annual award of the prophet daily and traveled to Egypt for a month.

What's more, the rat spotted with nothing to look for was just photographed in the photo and published in the news of the prophet daily!

In this way, the good play of mad dogs chasing mangy mice officially started shooting this year

Black is a man with a hidden pride. He is willing to blame himself for the death of his good friends and his wife, and he is willing to kill the real murderer on his own.

For this reason, he even does not hesitate to bear all the curses - he doesn't care!

At present, black's arrogance and conceit have been committed again. He stretched out his wand and pointed at Maka. It seems that there will be a magic spell to restrict his movement next second.

"You don't want Harry to think his godfather is a murderer?" Marca asked suddenly, staring into his eyes.

Black's hand holding the wand trembled slightly, but he immediately stabilized.

"So what! I just want to bite that damn mouse to death!" Blake's eyes twinkled with madness. He shouted, "it's all petrified!"

This damn madman!

Maka immediately rolled aside, and a tent of dust splashed up.

"Is there nothing in your mind but hatred and remorse!" he continued immediately after he realized that he had not been hit. "Think of your Godson! Think of Harry! He has lost his parents for 13 years!"

Black's movements became stiff and a tangled look appeared on his face.

Maka took the opportunity to turn over, regardless of the dust, and hit the railway while it was hot: "don't you think you should do your duty as a godfather? You should know that his aunt's family is not good to him at all - what he needs now is a loved one who loves him and cares for him!"

At this point, Marca stood up and walked to black without hesitation.

"Besides, what's it like to catch Peter? Killing him is even for uncle Potter and --" Marca suddenly paused, and then went on, "... Revenge with Aunt Lily?"

It's embarrassing. I almost didn't remember Harry's mother's name for a moment

Fortunately, black didn't notice that. He stared at Marca angrily and shouted angrily, "it's revenge! Revenge! Peter betrayed us and the porters! You won't understand --"

Just then, Marca grabbed Blake's dirty collar and said in the same loud voice, "what's Voldemort? Tell me!"

"Voldemort? Isn't he dead?" Blake was stunned.

"Do you underestimate Voldemort?" Marca thought she should write a book entitled "how to appease a mad dog".

He pushed Blake gently and loosened his collar - the greasy touch he didn't want to feel anymore.

"I'll say so. It's only a matter of time before Voldemort returns again." Marca said calmly. "In fact, he had appeared once as early as the year when Harry and I entered school..."

Maka gave a general account of what happened at the end of first grade, and black's face became much darker.

"I'm sorry, I'm really too impulsive -" he frowned, but stopped halfway. "Wait! Why do you know Peter --"

"The average life span of a mouse is one to three years, don't you think?" Marca waved her hand casually. "Besides, the pseudonym on your living point map is too careless. Isn't it good to spend more effort?"

Black blinked awkwardly.

"Well..." he thought and said, "do you really think that the traitor was not me, but Peter?"

Maka nodded and said, "at least that's what I inferred, and I have no doubt about my magic theory... Hmm? Did you eavesdrop on the conversation between me and the professors in the Three Broomsticks?"

After all, from black's point of view, what Maka said that day were all "real ideas" revealed "unintentionally".

In black's current situation, it's not easy to have an ally - he won't miss it.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Sure enough, black spoke.

But I'm afraid his old conceit can't be changed - he just asked Marca to help him keep an eye on dwarf Peter and find a chance to tell him, that's all.

To be honest, this is not what Maka wants. In Marca's opinion, it's really not safe.

Fortunately, Maka's main purpose is not here. What's more, he needs to inform black in advance of what he wants to do, you know?

"Uncle black, there's one more thing I have to ask you..." Maka came up to black and whispered.

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That night, no one in the Gryffindor tower in Hogwarts Castle slept.

Everyone knew that the castle had been searched again, and the whole Gryffindor college was waiting in the common room to see if Blake had been caught.

At dawn, Professor McGonagall came back. She told everyone that black had escaped again.

The next day, wherever they went, they saw the security measures strengthened.

Professor flavy is teaching everyone guarding the front door to identify with a big picture of black; Filch suddenly ran back and forth in the corridor. From the small crack in the wall to the mouse hole, he nailed it with a board.

Sir cardogan, whose brain was full of oil and glue, was fired - his portrait was put back on the lonely landing on the eighth floor.

Then the fat lady came back.

They made professional repairs to the fat lady, but she was still very nervous. Her return to work was conditional - she asked for extra protection.

I don't know that the professor decided to hire a group of rude dwarfs to protect her. They walked around the corridor with threatening steps, muttered and compared the size of their sticks to each other.

Harry inadvertently noticed that the statue of the one eyed witch on the fourth floor was still unguarded and not closed.

Fred and George - now Harry, Ron and Hermione, of course - thought they were the only people who knew there was a secret passage in the statue, which should be right, at least for now.

"Who do you think we should tell?" Harry asked Ron.

"We know he's not from the Duke of honey," said Ron thoughtlessly. "If someone breaks into that store, we'll hear."