Chapter 328： Mad sirius

Chapter 328 The Crazy Sirius

Harry chased the **** dog, using all opportunities to cast a spell. The invisible "air cutting!" left wounds and blood marks on the **** dog.

Harry's curse was directed at Black's vitals, and his curse was directed towards Black's heart and neck. But Black was already guarded. He skilfully avoided Harry's attack, and even the invisible spell could not kill him.

Harry didn't understand why the **** dog was chasing Scab alive, and even took his attack for it. But he doesn't need to know, he only knows that the wound will slow down the **** dog, and bleeding will consume the **** dog's physical strength. Black will soon be unable to hold it up, and revenge is close at hand.

Scattered fled in a panic, life and death were in an instant, he was almost under Black's claws just now. Now Black was still chasing him closely, and he ran away hurriedly.

He went to wherever he could drill, he drilled the grass, drilled small holes, drilled the yard. He drilled through the small hole in the door panel, and he got into a room.

Seeing a large room nailed to the door, Harry discovered that they had circled around unknowingly and ran to the screaming shed. Rats got into the screaming shed through the small hole in the door.

The **** dog seemed to be stunned when he saw it, but he immediately reacted. He got in through a hidden hole and continued to track the mouse Scab.

Harry was about to follow through the hole and grabbed him with a big hand.

It's George. He grabbed Harry's hand and said calmly, "Check if there are any traps in it first, be prepared, and rush straight into the trap of the dark wizard. This is not a good idea."

George touched the ground with his magic wand, and an invisible wave, centered on his magic wand, spread like a spreading ripple.

In the sense of the wave spreading, he perceives the scene behind the door. The big dog Sirius Black became, still desperately chasing the mouse, he didn't care about his injury, as if the mouse was more important than his life.

Harry couldn't help it any more. He knew that George was doing the right thing, but he was willing to take any risks and avoid Sirius Black's escape.

Seeing Harry's anxiety, George said calmly, "He can't run. I've already marked him. You might consider capturing him alive. I guess you didn't plan to let him die so easily."

With George's assurance, Harry finally suppressed his emotions, as long as he could catch Sirius Black, everything would be fine.

"Smashing Curse!" George waved his wand and opened a big hole directly in the wooden door of the Screaming Shed, and he strode in.

Harry waved his sleeves, fending off the dense dust in the room, and followed George silently.

This is a dilapidated, messy house, covered with dust, as if no one lived for a long time. All the windows and cracks were nailed to the boards, and no light could be revealed. The room was dim, full of mildew dust.

They walked into the house from the entrance of the hole, bypassing all kinds of broken furniture, they did not stop all the way, and went straight along the corridor. They passed through a dark hallway, through a door, and at the end they saw a tattered, broken staircase.

"Where is he—" a hoarse voice came from the next room, and the voice shouted anxiously, "Where is he?"

George suppressed his footsteps, guarding the door with Harry, listening to the movement in the room.

Harry felt annoyed. He had never heard this sound before, but at this time, who else could be besides Sirius Black and the Dark Wizard? Blake was following a dark wizard inexplicably, this should be his voice.

"What's the matter? Didn't I tell you that you must be careful, why make such a big noise." A voice reached Harry's ears.

A voice he couldn't believe at all, a voice that he was so familiar with, Harry couldn't help taking a step forward to tell if the voice was what he remembered.

"Where is he?" the hoarse voice shouted loudly. He couldn't hear any words. He just had to catch that person, and grab that person at all costs.

"Who is it? Who are you looking for?" the familiar voice asked impatiently.

There was a chill in Harry's heart, the familiar voice in his memory.

"Who else, the one who should have died and is alive. The one who has hidden for twelve years, the one I think about day and night." The hoarse voice said with resentment, "I saw him again. I almost grabbed him, and my teeth almost caught his neck."

"Just so close, I can break his neck and gnaw off his head." The hoarse voice said bitterly.

"You are crazy, you can't bite off his head, you need to catch him alive." The familiar voice roared anxiously.

"I don't want to catch him alive, I want to gnaw off his head, before gnawing down his head, I have been feeding on mice." The hoarse voice roared angrily.

George was also abruptly taken aback by Black's words. Black's state was very unusual. He seemed to————

"The dementor has driven you crazy." There was endless sadness hidden in the familiar voice.

"Yeah, I've been crazy long ago. Animagus can avoid dementors by deforming, but keeping Animagus for a few months can make anyone crazy." The hoarse voice laughed wildly. .

"Sure enough," George said silently in his heart, "No one can maintain the form of Animagus for many years. After twelve years of prison life, Blake used Animagus to escape the Dementor, but he couldn't escape. After the erosion of Animagus itself. He has not been swallowed by the dementors, but he has been transformed and driven crazy by Animagus for many years."

"I can't wait to gnaw off his head, I can't wait to taste other flavors." The hoarse voice swallowed heavily, salivating.

The voice of his drooling and the tone of his speech made everyone feel a chill.

"You can't be like this, you must return to the state of a normal person." The familiar voice said anxiously.

"Put away your preaching, I'm tired, I don't want to hide here. I hate this place, I have eaten all the rats here. I also hate the smell here, I can't smell him." Hoarse The voice said indifferently.

Earlier, he chased the goal he had longed for and chased into the house. He thought he would get his wish soon, but he failed to catch his goal.

Through the tortuous passage in the house, the mildewy dusty smell in the house, the mouse concealed the smell of his body, he lost his sense of smell, he could not smell his target.

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