On Sunday afternoon, Aini and Sylvie rushed to the abandoned Centaur camp early to set up the stage for tonight.
"about there."
After sensing the time, Aini took out the improved version of the Marauder's Map and stared at the black spots on it that entered the Forbidden Forest one after another.
The former one is naturally Miss Granger, but the latter one has two names.
As the sky gradually darkened, Aini placed the map on the table that was once again placed on the table and looked up towards 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's side.
"Of course, everything is ready."
Ani and Hermione looked at each other and replied with a pun.
"It's still the same as before. After the first half of the ceremony is completed, you stand on the altar to absorb the power of life."
While pretending to prepare the items needed for the ceremony, Ani gave Sylvie the signal to start.
At the same time, the black spot not far away on the map was divided into two, and the words "Peter" and "Tom" gradually moved away and no longer overlap...
As the "ceremony" progresses, a thin green light appears in the middle of the altar and gradually becomes thicker.
After seeing another black dot move, Aini withdrew his gaze and accelerated the movements of his hands.
Under the adjacent night sky, the drama in the Forbidden Forest was about to begin, and in the castle not far away, several young wizards also had no intention of sleeping.
"The results will be out tomorrow. I wonder if the Defense Against the Dark Arts results will be out on Monday. I will definitely get an O. Maybe I can ask my mother to buy me a new robe during the summer vacation."
Ron lay on the bed and scratched his thighs. In the past two years, his family had obviously become richer, and he no longer had to wear his brothers' old clothes all the time.
Harry responded absently, and in an instant he forgot what he had just said.
He didn't care about the order in which the results were announced, and he had no expectations.
In fact, Harry knew very well that given his current state this semester, his transcript would definitely not look too pretty, so the two subjects where he didn't dare to lose focus in class would be better.
Sensing that his friend was in a trance, Ron didn't pay much attention, just thinking that he was anxious after the test, and turned to talk to Dean and Seamus.
Harry was so happy and continued to be immersed in his own thoughts. Unconsciously, a big black dog appeared in his mind.
After a long interval, when he was invited to visit Hagrid this afternoon, the boy once again saw the familiar yet unfamiliar black figure beside the Forbidden Forest.
Is it an illusion? Or...
Harry's right hand touched his chest, just like the night he first arrived in Edinburgh, he always felt that something was about to happen.
Through the communication with Lupine, the boy learned a lot about his parents, and after much hard work, he also learned some things that the other party did not want to tell.
Lying quietly on the bed, Harry looked out the window aimlessly and chanted a name with an inexplicable mood.
"Blake..."
Even though it has already entered summer, the Forbidden Forest is still very cool at night, but the short and fat man standing leaning against the tree is sweating profusely and looking at the former backer in front of him in disbelief.
"Ha, honest short man, cowardly Wormtail, and loyal Peter, are you surprised to see me here, aren't you? Or do you think you will never face me again?!"
Sirius pretended to be frivolous and greeted his old friend, 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, Blake, Sirius..."
"Shut up! You don't deserve to call me by my name!"
Sirius angrily interrupted Peter. Compared with when he had just escaped from Azkaban, the neatly dressed Black regained his healthy complexion. Although his figure was still slightly thinner, he looked like he had changed a lot.
What remains unchanged is the anger in my heart.
The betrayal of Peter, the gullibility of oneself...
If the secret keeper hadn't been changed by someone smart back then, maybe James and Lily...
Seeing that Blake seemed to be lost in memories, Peter secretly activated the Animagus ability, as if taking the opportunity to escape.
"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"
Peter's small movement interrupted Sirius's thoughts. Looking at the mouse shrinking into the shadows, the three Unforgivable Curses went through his mind. Then the Cruciatus Curse won the decision and struck the enemy.
"Squeak~~~"
The little mouse twitched and rolled in the grass, making a sharp hissing sound that was inappropriate for its size.
Under Voldemort's training, Peter had no resistance to this spell. Even just hearing the string of words made his hands and feet weak and lost the strength to resist.
"No...don't...forgive Peter..."
In pain, the mouse returned to his human form, full of doubts in his heart.
He just came to perform a simple task of luring enemies. When the ceremony was almost complete, he just made some noise to attract Aini, and then escaped and ran away.
It didn't matter if he was caught. He didn't reveal his relationship with Voldemort. Ani would not be cruel to a colleague who was "passing by".
But who can tell him why Sirius Black appears here?
This is different from what he imagined!
"Heart-piercing and bone-cutting!"
"Heart-piercing and bone-cutting!"
"Heart-piercing and bone-cutting!"
They haven't seen each other for more than ten years, but Sirius has no intention of reminiscing with this former friend, or in other words, he would rather use magic to talk to him.
The wand was waved again and again, and crazy pleasure climbed onto Sirius's face. Looking at Peter lying on the ground, almost unable to move, the man felt that the damp grassy smell around him was so wonderful, and every breath that entered his nasal cavity was
Every breath is filled with the fragrance of revenge.
"Avada eats the big melon!"
When the hatred reaches its peak, as the spell changes, a green light emerges from the tip of Black's wand, intending to end the enemy's life.
"Wow~"
A few withered yellow branches fell, and the green light broke through the canopy, like a meteor shooting in the opposite direction into the sky.
Before he could make a move, Blake still twisted his wrist and changed the direction of the death curse.
"Ha, no, no, no, it has just begun, how could it end so easily? Look forward to it... long for it..."
Sirius covered his mouth and laughed wildly, and the forest echoed with wanton roars. He would let Peter know that death would be a gift that Wormtail could only hope for.
“Uh~uh~~~”
Peter, who was curled up on the ground, whimpered and uttered some syllables whose meaning was unclear.
In the familiar torture, the two mountains of Black, Voldemort, and Peter at different times in their lives gradually overlapped, bringing him deeper fear.
Peter's pain and fear were precisely the source of Sirius' happiness at this time.
This happiness gradually swept away the haze left by the Dementors in his heart, and appeared on the man's face, turning into a pure smile.