Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The winter sun sets early and a golden sun passes through the cover of the leaves and shoots into a hidden tree cave in the forbidden forest, illuminating a man.

Sirius Black's body curled in a very uncomfortable position in the tree cave, fighting with the werewolf left him with scars all over his body, dirty, tangled hair drooling down to his elbows, chronic malnutrition and running waves made his face very thin and ragged, but his mouth kept smiling.

He's thinking about what the boy Ivan met yesterday in Hogsmeade said.

Once the grievances are cleared, he can return to the world and live with James' son Harry Potter.

Blake, who had always been fearless and fearless, was suddenly a little nervous and did not know how to perform his duties as a good godfather.

He had never had a similar experience before, and happiness had come again too suddenly.

His father's harsh, old-fashioned, deformed face appeared in his mind, and he shook his head. Since he ran away from home at the age of 16, he had not seen his parents, nor had he ever returned to the house, which had been called home.

The noblest, oldest Blake family?!

The corner of Sirius' mouth revealed a hint of irony, and apart from that worthless theory of pure blood, he no longer seemed to recall anything else about his father.

Perhaps I should be as funny, friendly and friendly as James' father to encourage and accommodate...

Just as Blake thought about how he should get along with Harry, suddenly in the woods in the distance, there was a squeaking sound stepping in the snow and falling leaves, something approaching.

He immediately became vigilant and turned his back and climbed up from the ground.

Blake squinted his eyes, and through the rest of the sunset, he saw a turmeric figure in view, Mount Crook, which seemed to bring something.

Crook Mountain came up and arched his arch, handed Blake a piece of paper, and jumped to the branches beside him and whimpered satisfactorily.

Blake narrowed his eyes and looked at the note in his hand.

Here's a new password for the entrance to the Gryffindor Public Lounge, delivered by Ivan to Crookshan.

I don't know why, he suddenly has a bad feeling.

hesitated for a moment and turned into a giant black dog.

Blake is going to the castle, and he can't wait to catch Peter Pettigrew.

As for the plan with Evan, he doesn't care. He has to do what he thinks.

He saw in the morning that all the students had left by train, that there was no one else in the castle today, and that nobody could stop him from grabbing the rat.

A few minutes later, a huge black dog like a bear and a turmeric cat appeared on the Hogwarts site, both skillfully bypassing Hagrid's cabin.

Teeth bark in the house, it's Hagrid's hound dog. It saw through the windows the Blake and Crook Mountains passing through the venue, it was reminding Hagrid, but Hagrid didn't look back, he was busy preparing Buckbeak's food, a large plate of dead ferrets.

Pending the hearing of the Committee on the Disposal of Hazardous Organisms, he was temporarily to live with Buckbeak, and he had to ensure that it was not in trouble.

Blake and Crook Mountain enter the castle and follow the empty stairs to the Gryffindor Public Lounge.

Standing in front of the portrait, Blake trembled.

“A dog and a cat?! Do you know the password? I'm not letting you in without the right one!” Sir Cardogan seemed to be drunk, and he stood shaking, and the armor on his body made a sound, and finally had to stick that big, ridiculous sword on the ground to support the pillar's own body.

“Nasty bastard dog!” Blake's voice lowly said that he had changed back.

“You too, sir, disguised as a dog!” Sir Cardogan had another sip of wine and he didn't seem to recognize that Blake was not a student at all at Gryffindor College.

Or, to be precise, he doesn't care who the other side is, as long as he has the right password.

The portrait hovered away and Blake climbed in.

Behind him, the two former Hogwarts principals who had been drinking with Sir Cardogan looked at him in surprise, looking at each other and disappearing into the frame.

The common lounge is very quiet and Blake is ready to go into Harry's bedroom.

He had seen it many times before, and Peter Pettigrew's rat was in that red-haired boy's top pocket by Harry's side.

He just took two steps forward and saw Harry and Hermione faint on the ground.

Blake stopped abruptly, his tired face flashed with amazement, and the bad feeling in his mind reappeared and grew stronger.

“Harry, Hermione, wake up. Why are you lying here, what happened? ”

Blake shook Harry because of excessive tension and uncontrolled tremors in his hands.

“You are..." Harry woke up, looking at Black confused, and then he thought, "Sirius Black?! ”

Blake nodded, and he was looking at Harry, tears spinning in his eyes.

He seemed to speak thousands of words, but did not know what to say. All he knew was that the boy in front of him was the son of his best friend, James.

Thirteen-year-old Harry looked very much like James, and Black almost hallucinated to see James as a student again.

Apart from those green eyes, Harry's eyes were like his mother Lily's.

Looking at Harry, Blake opened his mouth and shut it again. On several occasions, he seemed to have lost his ability to speak and swallowed it back to his mouth each time.

“Oh, Mr. Black, Sirius?” Hermione's voice suddenly came in, and she said timidly, "Can I call you that? ”

Blake heard a real shock when he stared at Hermione as if he'd forgotten about it: people would talk to him so politely.

“You shouldn't be here right now, you'll be spotted! ”

“Exactly!” Harry seemed to have just remembered this, and he climbed up from the ground and said in a hurry, "I've heard Ivan say you should come back here at 8: 00 p.m. if someone else...”

“I don't care. I don't care if someone finds out.” Blake's voice is utterly mute, "where's the rat and Peter Pettigrew? ”

Harry and Hermione looked at each other hastily and looked at each other in panic.

They suddenly realized they had no idea where Peter Pettigrew was, and he should be with Ron.

Ron just knocked them out with a coma spell, and then Peter Pettigrew, who doesn't know where he went.

They must be plotting something, and Blake is in a very dangerous situation.

“You should get out of here, Sirius!” Harry said hastily.

“I think he's running out of time!” Harry's voice just dropped, and a cold voice came in.

The three hurriedly turned their heads and saw the portrait door open again, and Severus Snape slowly walked in, pointing his wand straight at Blake.