Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ivan climbed up a dark staircase to the second floor, and the old wooden floor in blue and black made a squeaky noise beneath his feet, with owls hovering over his head from time to time.

The second and first floors of the post office are similar, with owls everywhere, and the shelves beneath them are marked with codes of various colors.

Crookshanks was lying on a semi-circular balcony, and when he saw Ivan, he whimpered loudly, expressing satisfaction.

Wait, where is Sirius Black?!

Evan suddenly realized something, and he turned around quickly, and behind him, in the shadow of the stairway aisle, a black figure burst out.

The next second, Ivan was thrown to the ground, splashing a piece of dust.

Several grey long-eared owls spread their wings to higher heights and looked dissatisfied at Evan and his huge, hairy black dog.

Sirius Black leaped softly, snatching Ivan's wand from the past.

His body fluctuated rapidly in the air, waiting for Blake to land on the floor again, and Ivan saw a middle-aged man with the same dirty, tangled hair hanging down to his elbows, eyes hidden in deep, dark orbits without any light, waxy skin clinging to the skeleton on his face, looking like a skull.

“You're careless, boy!” Blake held Ivan's wand tight and grinned with his yellow teeth, "Don't resist. For your sake as Harry's friend, I'll only use a forgetfulness spell to erase all my memories from your head. ”

Blake's voice was dull and dull, sounding like he hadn't spoken in a long time.

“Listen, I need to talk to you, Sirius!” Ivan whispered, "I'm not going to resist, you can have my wand if it makes you feel a little safer. ”

“Humph, safety means nothing to me!” Blake's face reveals a cynical smile, "If you, like me, are held in Azkaban for twelve years for an unprovoked crime, tormented day and night by hundreds of psychedelics, with all the darkest memories in your head, and constantly enduring the inner pain that kills your best friend, you will also completely forget your feelings of fear and fear. ”

“It does sound terrible.” Ivan was worried to say.

“Do you know how I got through this?!” Blake's expression suddenly became a little grumpy, "was revenge, the power of revenge kept me awake, and I didn't become a walking corpse like everyone else. ”

“Maybe I can help you get your revenge done.” Ivan sat up from the ground.

“Help me?!” Blake has a stronger smile on his face, and his wand is pointing steadily at Ivan, "I don't think so. You'd better stay put, don't play tricks with me. I've been watching you for months since I first met you in Muggle World in August of this year, and I know your actual magic level is amazing. I don't have that kind of strength at your age. ”

“Thank you, if I were as good as you say I am, this would not be the case!” Eventon went on to say, “But I do want to help you. Remember the second time we met on Halloween, on the edge of the forbidden forest, I covered your escape, or you would have been spotted by Professor Lupin! ”

Evan has been studying wandless magic since he saw Tom Riddle use Ron's wand to unleash the spell last semester.

Although many theoretical books have been found in the library in this area, the reality is extremely difficult to operationalize. Ivan has practiced for almost a year and only managed his magic to shine a little light, far less than the effects of the little wizard's magical uprising and loss of control, let alone the use of a complete magical spell.

This light doesn't help in action, but it may distract Blake unexpectedly.

Ivan had to be careful that if communication didn't succeed, it was his last resort, and he didn't want to be turned into an idiot by Blake's oblivion spell.

“I wouldn't have been spotted if it wasn't for you.” Blake snorted coldly and the wand glowed slightly, "and I didn't need anybody's help! ”

He waved the wand, but Ivan was faster than he was.

He burst out with magic, and a pungent white light flashed past him, like a brilliant lightning bolt, Blake's unconscious eyes closed.

Hundreds of owls rushed to the sky and the whole second floor was in chaos.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ivan climbed up from the ground and hit Sirius Black hard. Although he was short and thin, far from being an opponent of the tall Black, he suddenly had a strong light that overwhelmed Black.

He didn't raise the wand in time, and Ivan grabbed Blake's hand and forced the end of the wand to change direction; the other hand's fingers hit one side of Blake's head, and the two fell backwards and hit the wall.

The heavy impact finally awakened Blake, whose wand emitted a red light into the air, just a few inches from Ivan's face.

Ivan could feel the wrinkled arm beneath his fingers twisting like crazy, but he couldn't let go, and he hit every part of Blake's body he could get with his other hand.

Blake was stronger than him, and his idle hand found Ivan's throat.

Just as Ivan felt despair, Crook Mountain, lying on the balcony, suddenly jumped to join the fight, with both of his foreclaws deep into Blake's arms.

Blake grunted in anguish, let Ivan go, he tried to throw Crook Mountain away, but it didn't succeed, taking this opportunity, Ivan punched Blake hard in the stomach, and Blake curled painfully to release the wand.

Ivan grabbed his wand and quickly stood up. He grabbed it and pointed at Blake's chest, looking down at him.

Blake stretched his limbs apart and fell against the wall, his skinny chest swiftly undulating.

“Attaboy, Crookshanks!” Ivan gasped.

Crooked Mountain screamed softly and jumped back onto the windowsill, as if it had done a trivial thing and the half-air owl had fallen back.

Ivan weighed Blake, lean waxy yellow face rarely to see the good-looking of the past, twelve years in prison had made his character cold-blooded, and he would not trust anyone and would not need any help until Peter the dwarf had been killed.

As a lonely Avenger, he will seize Peter by his own strength.

He is now even worse than a cat in believing in others.

“I underestimate you, you are much better than I thought, no wand, I haven't seen a wizard learn this technique in a long time.” Blake restarts that cynical grin in the corner of his mouth, "What are you going to do with me, give it to the Ministry of Magic's Pride or those psychedelics?! ”

“I repeat, I just want to help you, believe it or not!” Ivan wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth and a few sparks appeared at the tip of his wand, "if you like this way of communicating, that's how we communicate. ”

“By the way, I do want to thank you!” Blake said calmly, "Thanks to your Hogwarts Magic, Foggy gave me a newspaper when he visited Azkaban with a picture of him giving you a special contribution award. On the front page of the newspaper, on that boy's shoulder, I recognized him immediately, and I saw how many times he had deformed, and he was still alive, and he stayed with Hogwarts, next to James and Lily's son... that night, I escaped from Azkaban because I knew I had to kill him, which was the only way I could make up for my mistakes, even in the face of death. ”

Blake's body trembled slightly and his voice was somewhat sad.