The smile spread along the corners of Sirius' brows and lips, as innocently as a child throwing a beetle into an anthill.
Peter's muffled sound took Blake through more than ten years of misery and back to his happiest time.
Before, in Sirius's memories, the once happy scenes were dimmed, and every time he thought of them, he had a bitter taste.
Now, the pleasure of revenge has recolored them, and everyone in the memory has become vivid again, accompanying Blake to relive the joy of the past.
The taciturn Lupine, the generous Lily, and...
James Potter, Sirius Black's lifelong best friend, they are willing to share all the good things they have gained with each other, and thus add more happiness.
Well, except Lily, of course.
The cherished memories kept flooding into his heart. Peter was no longer in Sirius's sight, and the madness on his face was no longer there. The curve of the corners of his mouth was almost the same, but it was a little less cold and more warm.
"Well...well..."
Intermittent low moans brought Blake back to the present world. Peter's cries of pain had made him extremely happy just now, but now they sounded boring.
"Peter, you will be sent to the Ministry of Magic to show everyone the true face of the 'hero'. I will expose your honor and expose your despicability. Think about your future life. Peter, this is the only thing you can do.
It’s over.”
Black stopped casting spells, confiscated Peter's wand, and imprisoned him in place with the specially prepared shackles.
"Sirius, Peter...Peter doesn't want to do that either, Peter...Peter has been repenting..."
After taking a moment to regain some strength, Peter opened his mouth intermittently to ask for forgiveness from his old friend, but how could Black be deceived again?
"Save it, Peter, there will be plenty of time to confess to the dementors later."
Many weeds in the Forbidden Forest are keen to hang their seeds on passing travelers and clean them of strange-shaped grass seeds. Sirius looked at the jungle on the left with a worried expression.
That was the direction of the centaur community, and if Sirius' sight could penetrate the woods, he would immediately put aside all his worries.
In the abandoned camp, the ceremony went smoothly.
How successful was it?
Just look at the altar in the ceremonial center.
This group of centaurs near Hogwarts often perform nature sacrifices, but in the hundreds of years from settlement to migration, the altar in the camp has never condensed such rich life energy as it does today.
When the light of the Killing Curse flashed in the sky, Ani took the opportunity to take Hermione to "check". Soon after, in the picture sent by Sylvie, he saw the person imprisoned in the green curtain.
half snake shadow.
Ani paused for a moment before moving forward, and then suppressed the idea of trying to find a way to completely eliminate Voldemort once and for all.
Not to mention that there are still several Horcruxes floating outside, and it may not be possible to collect them all in a short time. If Voldemort's main soul alone came to Hogwarts without leaving any backup, Aini would not believe it no matter what.
After meeting but not being able to completely resolve it, the next plan will not be easy to carry out. The rest can be left to Sylvie. The Forbidden Forest is her home field.
Aini continued to move forward. Voldemort behind him did not realize that he had been clearly plotted. Half of his snake body was coiled on the altar, ecstatic.
The vitality, even the huge vitality that he never had in his heyday, is surrounding him at this time, allowing him to take whatever he wants.
With the continuous influx of life force, the snake body on the verge of collapse exuded amazing vitality, and its condition was countless times better than when it was first possessed without consumption. The comfortable Mr. Riddle wanted to melt into this filled with
In the light of life.
Then, he really transformed.
It was so clean that it seemed as if it had never appeared before...
Remote Albanian forest.
A mouse with particularly dark eyes suddenly stiffened, fell to the ground and started twitching.
After a while, a white shadow flashed across the forest. After watching for a while, it rushed over, grabbed the mouse by the neck, and ran away.
The stoat ran towards the nest full of joy, thanking nature for the gift, and the little guys had something to eat.
Vaguely, an unwilling and angry howl sounded from all around, and a cold breath filled the air. The little ferret shrank its neck and ran a little faster with the mouse that had stopped moving in its mouth.
…
Ani and Hermione arrived at their destination earlier than the stoat.
"Everything going well, Mr. Black?"
When Aini spoke, the little witch timidly hid behind him, only showing half of her curious little head and fearfully looking at the man opposite.
The influence of black magic is multi-faceted. The continuous use of the Unforgivable Curse makes Blake, who already has a bit of a vicious look, look particularly unkind.
"It went very well. Thank you for providing me with this opportunity, Professor Scamander."
With a few minutes of buffering time, Sirius calmed down a lot, and he was able to thank Ani normally.
You must know the current scene, which has been his spiritual support for the past year. Because of Peter, Sirius went from a prime and promising age to a middle-aged uncle.
If the two of them had arrived when Peter had just been captured, and the complex emotions accumulated over the years had exploded, it would have been difficult for Sirius to communicate with them as usual.
"You're welcome, you're doing me a favor by coming."
Waving his hand, Aini did not take the credit.
Sirius took a deep look at Aini and did not continue to thank him, but he kept this favor in his heart.
He is not a young boy who is ignorant of the world. How could he really think that he is here to help? Any professor at Hogwarts can do this.
One less of him is a lot, one more of him...
It might really cause some trouble.
After all, although Ani is willing to believe him, according to the Ministry of Magic's announcement, Sirius is still a dangerous person.
If they were discovered to be acting together, with Fudge fanning the flames behind them, not to mention Ani, even Hogwarts and Dumbledore would be implicated.
What's more, without Ani's help, he wouldn't have been able to live so well during the year he left Azkaban.
Sirius has always been grateful, and therefore very worried about the situation at the camp.
Seeing that Aini was fine, I felt completely at ease.
After heaving a sigh of relief, he suddenly let out a soft cry, walked to a tree and squatted down.
There are a few traces of the past on the mottled bark.
In a trance, he saw a stag running past the tree, its long antlers rubbing against the tree, leaving some scratches. The friends followed closely behind, running freely in the forbidden forest.
But there was no Peter in the picture. He was already an unknown distance behind.
The wind blew through Lin Shao, as if it had brought the laughter of more than ten years ago, and also brought the smile of the young man to the face of the middle-aged man.
Sirius stroked the marks on the tree, and an undetectable murmur surged in his throat.