Chapter 395： Filial piety

The wand in Black's hand "clicked" and fell to the ground.

He looked down in a panic and found that a black rope spread from under his feet and bound his whole body at some point.

Blake struggled hard, but the black rope seemed to be made of steel and remained motionless, binding him tightly.

"Dumbledore? Or Snape?!"

He screamed hoarsely, but it was neither Dumbledore nor Snape who came out from under the invisibility cloak, but a boy who looked very familiar.

Lynn raised the camera in his hand, first came a few close-ups at the five-flowered Black, and then motioned to Harry.

"Don't worry, Harry, I promise he can't get away. You can get revenge as you like now."

Lynn didn't worry at all that Harry would suddenly kill Black by the assassin. If he was so, it wouldn't be Harry Potter.

Harry heard Lynn's words, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and looked at Black, who was tied down to the ground, twisting and struggling, and the hatred in his eyes could not be suppressed.

"My dad treats you as his own brother! Even when he got married he asked you to be his best man. When I was born, he asked you to recognize me as a godson, and you betrayed him like this!"

Harry yelled like a catharsis, and while throwing his fists towards Black who was lying on the ground struggling, he punched his handsome face.

When a person is angry, direct physical venting is definitely much more comfortable than using spells.

Of course, there are very few evil curses that Harry himself would use to torture people, and if he could get rid of the bones, he would definitely not mind having a shot on Sirius at this time.

Ron and Hermione gathered around Lynn. It was the first time they saw Harry look so angry, but Lynn kept taking pictures of this scene with the camera in his hand.

I kept mumbling while patted.

"Father is kind and filial, father is kind and filial...It's a pity that you can only use a camera. It is best to record such a touching scene with a camera. But afterwards, the effect of using magic potions to make the photos come alive is the same. If this was given to Snape, he estimated that he would treasure it for a lifetime..."

"They believe you so! Unreserved trust in you! They even rejected Professor Dumbledore as their secret agent and chose you! What did you consider their trust as a result?"

Harry shouted angrily. He grabbed Blake's shoulders and stared at him with those red eyes, tears in his eyes seemed to be overflowing.

"You made me what I am now! Homeless! Everyone wants to see the scar on my forehead! They thought it was my glory! But I know how it came from! It's not mine at all Glory! That's my mother's life! That's the chance she gave me to live with her life!

She didn't want to defeat Voldemort at all! She didn't want to save any magic world at all! She just wants to protect me! But she died because of protecting me! She and my dad are all dead! ! ! "

Blake, who had been beaten and bruised, stopped struggling. He stared at Harry in a daze, as if panicked and at a loss.

"I, I, no, not what you think Harry..."

"Don't call my name!" Harry yelled, "You don't deserve to call it! You are not qualified to call me!"

"No, Harry, it's not me who betrayed your parents. Although I killed them, I didn't become the secret person at that time..."

Blake didn't want to hide it anymore, he looked at Harry as he was now, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

When the Potters had an accident, he only wanted to avenge them, so he entrusted the young Harry to Hagrid, and then went crazy to find Peter and kill him.

He thought he had killed Peter, in order to atone for his sins, he had no explanation in the face of all the misunderstandings and the accusations of the Ministry of Magic.

After being imprisoned in Azkaban, he could still live for ten years even in the face of a dementor.

Black thought he was guilty and mistakenly believed in Peter, which caused the Porter family's tragedy, so he would punish himself.

But he has forgotten that although James is dead, his son is still alive in the world.

Harry Potter is not only his friend's son, but also his godson.

He thought he would live well in his aunt's house, but never thought about what Harry's real life was like.

He selfishly thought that staying in Azkaban was self-salvation, but he never considered what kind of life Harry was living without his parents.

Harry's tears fell on Black's face.

At this moment he finally wanted to understand.

In fact, he has been escaping for the past ten years, escaping the death of the Potter family, evading the responsibility of raising Harry.

He thought that killing Peter was revenge for the Potters, but compared with Harry's current hatred, he committed a greater sin.

"The real secret person is Peter Peter! At first everyone knew that your father’s best friend was me, so in order to hide from others, they told the people around them that they chose me as their secret person, but they actually believed it. Peter!"

Listening to Black's explanation, Harry punched him in the face again angrily.

"You still want to lie to me with such a bad lie! Pettigrew Peter is a hero! He knows that you have betrayed my dad and will find you for revenge! You killed him! Only one finger was left to blow him up! "

"No, it's not Harry! Peter is not dead! He is also an illegal Animagus like me! He can become a mouse and has been hiding in your friend Ron's house for more than ten years!"

"What did you do to me! A three-year-old child! I would be so stupid and so easy to believe the lies you made up!"

"I can drink Veritaserum! I can make Dumbledore use dementias on me! What I say is true!"

"You are Wormtail! The code name you and Dad took together at the time! Didn't you! You are the disgusting Wormtail!"

Black: "..."

Faced with Harry's accusation of such humiliation Black couldn't bear such an insult.

"I am Bigfoot! Wormtail is Peter! Your father is a prong, and the moon face is..."

Before he could finish speaking, at the entrance of the cellar passage, a stumbling footstep came in.

Professor Lu Ping staggered into the cellar with a painful face holding a potion bottle that had been emptied in his hand.

After seeing the scene in the cellar, he was stunned.

Harry was riding on a man with a blue nose and swollen face, bowing left and right, and the three people in the corner Lynn sitting on a small bench watching with relish.

Is he going to the wrong place?