v4 Chapter 155： Who will die this time?

In the safety table,

It was enlarged a lot by the Traceless Stretching Charm.

The furnishings and layout of the room are basically the same as those of the cottage in San Cachipol Village.

Blake was sitting at the oak table, gobbling his meal.

The dishes on the table were simple and simple. He opened his mouth to grab the rice without even using the cutlery.

Not far away, William and Hermione were snuggling on the velvet sofa, whispering about how to reply to Fudge.

Anne lay flat on the sofa, her slender legs resting on William's lap and her feet on Hermione's lap.

Her head rested on the bear pillow, and she was holding a thick hard-shell notebook in her hand, flipping through it there.

She raised her head slightly and glanced at the kitchen table.

Sirius was holding a small porcelain bowl, and a mouthful of porridge quickly poured into his mouth, immediately scalding his whole body, making her gasp.

He was also reluctant to spit it out, and after swallowing it abruptly, he opened his mouth and fanned the wind with his black hands.

The corner of Annie's mouth twitched, thinking that this **** is hungry, or is she just a little brainless?

When he was a pet before, he didn't see this problem.

Sirius, who had long been accustomed to observing the situation around him, quickly turned his head and gave Annie what he thought was a 'kind' smile.

He was ragged and sloppy, showing a yellow tooth with missing front teeth, looking like a child trafficker.

When she was discovered, Annie didn't dodge, but glared at him and raised a small fist at him.

She seemed to be warning him that she was watching him!

Sirius scratched his head and wanted to talk, but Annie had already turned her face back.

He smiled wryly and sighed.

I haven't communicated much with people for more than ten years, but recently I have the experience of being a dog, but it's all 'wang **** wang'... I can't cope with this situation.

He lowered his head in frustration and continued to gobble, albeit at a slower pace.

Hermione pressed against William's ear, exhaling heat from her mouth, and said proudly, "I'll just say that my cooking skills have improved."

William did not stop writing, but he nodded like a dog.

Coincidentally, far away, Sirius deliberately had nothing to say:

"To tell you the truth, what I miss the most these days are the baguettes that Annie bought, the porridge that Hermione made, and those poisonous dog food from William.

Yes, it's similar to today's porridge.

It was boiled, there was no water, and it was sticky like rice balls.

The taste is unpalatable as soon as you enter it, but if you taste it carefully... tsk tsk, it is even more unpalatable.

But full. "

Annie held her face, trying not to laugh out loud. Two feet, on Hermione's lap, swayed happily.

William's face was expressionless, his left hand quietly pinched his thigh, and the pain suppressed his smile.

No, if I laughed now, I would definitely be killed by Hermione!

Sirius opened his mouth and was still chattering.

"I always thought, Hermione, you are the smartest witch I know, even more powerful than Lily.

But you are obviously not as good as her in cooking, William, you will suffer in the future. "

Hermione raised her eyebrows, her eyes flashing dangerously.

"I just thought it was delicious."

William didn't know who he was speaking to, but he said in a serious manner:

"It's because you've been hungry for so long that you're not used to good food."

Hermione folded her arms and nodded in approval.

Sirius rolled his eyes, wiped his mouth, and walked towards the three of them.

"What are you looking at?" He approached Annie.

Annie still ignored him, looking at the notebook with a stern face.

He poked his head and said in surprise: "Transformation spell... You are only in the second year, so you started to study this?"

This family... so scary!

"Yeah, it's hard. N.E.W.Ts level magic."

Anne repeated what Hermione had said earlier.

She put the notebook on her chest and said politely:

"Do you know?!"

"Uh...this...I will when I go to school."

Sirius showed a kind smile again, and his tone was flattering:

"I have a lot of magic books at home, Annie, if you are interested, you can take them all..."

The little girl rolled her eyes wider and covered her face with Hermione's notebook, not wanting to pay much attention to the liar who pretended to be a stray dog.

Sirius scratched his head and moved closer to William and Hermione.

I don't know if I don't see it, I was startled when I saw it.

The two are writing to Fudge!

The letter begins with a concern about the movement of the Ministry of Magic, asking him if he has found any trace of Blake.

William wrote the dragon and the snake, and the dragon flew and the phoenix danced, and he also advised Fudge:

Searching towards France, the Thunderbird returned to France, probably summoned by Black.

That tone, that wording... Presenting the facts and reasoning, but neither affirming nor denying it, it just makes people think about it, and it feels like this is true!

Tsk tsk, if it wasn't for him standing here, Sirius would have believed it.

This is deliberately misleading the Ministry of Magic.

Is a prudent master, awesome!

"Are you familiar with Fudge?" Sirius asked curiously.

The two little guys knew Clegane, the head of the French law enforcement department, and he knew it.

During his time as a dog, he had seen William and Clegane chatting and laughing.

Unexpectedly, there is also contact with the British minister.

"It's all about interests." William's tone was flat, motioning for Sirius to sit down.

"Hagrid's Buckbeak is going to be sentenced to death, Fudge wrote to let me know."

William handed the quill to Hermione, motioning her to continue writing.

Hermione imitated his handwriting, and it was already eight or nine points alike, and most people would not notice the difference.

"Ah...that hippogriff?"

Sirius sat in front of the sofa, two black hands, and he didn't forget to beat the dust on his body.

"I heard you mentioned that on the first day of school, it attacked Malfoy... Since it has been sentenced to death, do you need to steal it?!"

William glanced slightly.

Sirius is really adventurous. Knowing that Buckbeak was sentenced to death, the first thought was to steal.

"No, there are other safer ways to move it away." William shook his head.

Fudge wrote a letter to inform him, just to remind him, otherwise why would he write a letter.

Although I don't know why the minister is so enthusiastic, but William can't refuse people thousands of miles away when he greets him.

"I've always been curious, why did you run away from Luvi?" William asked.

Sirius coughed.

"Because I knew that sooner or later you would find out who I was, so I ran away and hung out with Mopsy, the dog-loving house in Hogsmeade, for a while."

This is of course true. But not entirely true.

Could he still say: That three-headed dog, clinging to him all day, trying to do something indescribable to him, did he escape?

"By the way, have you received the Christmas present I gave you?" Sirius smiled proudly.

"You must have guessed that it was from me, right?"

Hermione's quill paused, chuckled, and shook her head arrogantly.

"No way... You all guessed this?" Sirius said stunned.

William spread his hands.

"That's right, Hermione quickly asked Professor McGonagall to examine the gift you gave.

She also speculated that you were an illegal Animagus because of those gifts. "

"..."

No, how can this be inferred? He was so cautious that he didn't leave a message.

Blake scratched his hair, thought for a while but didn't understand, and asked again:

"The gift... are you satisfied?"

All three nodded.

"That's good." Sirius heaved a sigh of relief. "I'm afraid you won't like it."

"Where did you get the money for the gift? You shouldn't be able to enter Gringotts." William asked curiously.

"Yes, that's right." Sirius smiled proudly.

"Did I just tell you? I broke with my family when I was sixteen."

"My uncle Alphard left me a considerable amount of gold - he was also removed from the genealogy, presumably for that reason.

The treasury was handled by him, and it was registered in his name.

After I followed you back to London, didn't I disappear for a day and a night?

Just went to his old house and found the vault key.

Later, he sent a letter with Mopsey's owl. Anyway, Gringotts didn't suspect me. "

William hummed, then tilted his head to read Hermione's letter.

"William, can you..." Sirius hesitated. "Let me meet Harry!"

"No." He refused without raising his head. "Harry won't believe you."

"He feels right now that you betrayed his parents. He wouldn't believe you if you didn't catch Peter as proof."

Blake sighed. They are also little wizards, people can reason out, why can't Harry?

Sure enough, it's not good to be too stupid.

Harry obviously didn't inherit Lily's IQ.

"You can hide here temporarily, and I will take you back to Hogwarts, which is safer." William said seriously.

"But you have to promise me that you can't leave, you can only stay here."

"If you don't want to, you can continue to stay in the cave."

"Yes." Sirius agreed quickly.

William tossed a wand over.

After Blake caught it, he smiled and said, "The werewolf?"

"That's right." William said softly.

"It shouldn't be easy. When you have time in the future, you should go to Ollivander's store and get a new wand."

"This is not in a hurry." Sirius hesitated for a moment. "Do you think Peter escaped from Hogwarts?"

"No, he's still at school." William gave a positive answer.

Sirius didn't know why William was so sure, but he knew the boy was smart.

At least much smarter than him Since William said no, then he would not.

Sirius leaned on the sofa and said indifferently, "...hope to catch Peter."

"certainly."

William said so with his mouth, but he didn't think so in his heart.

Peter certainly didn't leave. He was Tom's spy. Tom wouldn't let him go. He just left empty-handed.

Tom must have given Peter a series of escape plans.

It's really not that easy to catch.

Moreover, Tom likes a sense of ceremony, and the dead have a sense of ceremony for him.

I don't know who the unlucky guy will be this time.

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