Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When the Gryffindor common room was messing up again, Maca, who was rushing back from the "Snow Witch", had just walked into the secret road leading to the willow.

But when he held the vial with condensed sand and walked halfway down his head, a black figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

Maca was suddenly thrown to the ground by the black shadow, and the bottle in his hand also fell to the ground, rolling all the way to the corner of the secret road.

Fortunately, the potion bottle was quite strong. Not only did it not break, but the condensed sand inside was shining brightly because of the violent collision.

This time Maca saw clearly that it was not someone else who was stepping on him, it was Sirius Black in the form of Animagus-the thin but large black dog.

Maca immediately struggled to draw out his wand, but was slapped flying by Black who had been staring at him.

"Who are you! Why are you here?" Maca pretended to be panicked, he kept struggling, but the strength of the black dog was so great that he could not move.

At this moment, the black dog looked back and glanced-he was looking in the direction of Hogwarts Castle.

Suddenly, Maca's brain quickly analyzed the current situation.

To be honest, this encounter with Blake in the secret path was not only beyond Maca's expectations, but also within his grasp.

During this time, Maca went back and forth in Hogwarts, always using this secret path.In fact, he has been wondering whether he will "coincidentally" with Blake here?

But anyway, as long as you meet Black here, the other party must have done something or wanted to do something.

At this moment, Blake was running out in a hurry, which was obviously finished-and nothing was gained.

He was thinking about it. Unexpectedly, the other party was so anxious that he bit Maca's collar and dragged him out.

Maca glanced at the wand that was getting farther and farther away from him, but did not resist much, letting Blake drag him away when he came quickly.

He stared at the top wall of the secret road motionlessly, like a child who was frightened by the situation just now.

Black dragged him all the way to the screaming hut, and then the opponent changed back into a human form.

"Fluorescence flickers," Black said in a hoarse voice.

The last time it was too dark in the woods, Maca hadn't seen it clearly yet, this time he saw it really.

This is a tall man with black hair and gray eyes, but his long prison life has made him look very thin, and his hair has long been tangled together in a mess.

A beard seemed to have been scorched by fire, curled up against his dirty face. If you go to Hollywood to play a street sleeper, you don't need makeup.

Maca also noticed that the wand in his hand had also been changed, it was not his original one.

"Sirius Black!" Maca tried to stare her eyes wide, pretending to be terrified.

"Don't pretend," Black snorted impatiently. "Just your acting skills can lie to children."

This time Maca was really surprised, what did he know?

Fortunately, Blake's next words made him secretly relieved.

"McLean, you are Harry's friend, I know that." He frowned and said quickly, "I don't care how you found this secret path, but you see me now...I am sure I can't let you go back...at least not for the time being."

He almost said the classic line of the villain, "You will ruin my good deeds."

I have to say that Black, who has spent a full 12 years in Azkaban, blames himself all the time for the things that year.Until the summer vacation at the end of last semester, Ron's father won the annual award of the "Daily Prophet" without fail, and traveled to Egypt for a month.

What's more coincidental is that the mouse, who had nothing to troubleshoot, happened to be photographed in the photo, and it appeared in the news of the Daily Prophet!

In this way, the movie of the mad dog hunting down the mangy rat was officially filmed this year...

Blake is a man with a hidden pride. He is willing to blame the death of good friends and his wife on himself, and he is willing to take care of the real murderer alone.

For this, he even shouldered all the infamy-he didn't care!

Right now, Blake's arrogant to conceited problem has committed again. He stretched out his wand and pointed at Maca, as if he was about to put a curse to restrict his movement in the next second.

"You don't want Harry to think that his godfather is a murderer?" Maca stared into his eyes and asked suddenly.

Black's hand holding the wand trembled slightly, but he immediately stabilized.

"So what! I just want to bite that damn mouse to death!" Black's eyes flashed crazily, and he shouted loudly, "All petrified!"

Damn lunatic!

Maca immediately rolled aside, and a cloud of dust splashed up.

"Aside from hatred and self-blame in your mind, there is nothing else in your mind!" He immediately continued after realizing that he had not been hit, "Think of your godson! Think of Harry! He has lost his own. My parents have been for 13 years!"

Black's movements stiffened, and a tangled look appeared on his face.

Maca took the opportunity to turn over, and ignoring the dust all over, hit the railroad while it was hot: "Don’t you think you should do your best as a godfather? You should know that his aunt’s family doesn’t treat him at all. Good-what he needs now is a relative who loves him and considers him everywhere!"

Having said that, Maca stood up and walked in front of Black without hesitation.

"Furthermore, what does it mean to catch Peter? Killing him is even for Uncle Potter and—" Maca paused suddenly, and then went on again, "...have you avenged Aunt Lily?"

It's embarrassing, almost didn't remember what Harry's mother was called...

Fortunately, Black didn't notice this.He glared at Maca, and yelled furiously: "It's revenge! Revenge! Peter betrayed us, betrayed the Potters! You don't understand--"

At this moment, Maca grabbed Blake's dirty collar, and said loudly, "What is Voldemort! You just tell me!"

"Voldemort? Isn't he dead?" Black was stunned.

"Are you underestimating Voldemort?" Maca felt that he should write a book with the title "How to Appease a Crazy Dog".

He pushed Black lightly and loosened the collar of his collar—he didn't want to feel the slippery touch any longer.

"Let me just say that, Voldemort returns again, it's only a matter of time." Maca said calmly, "In fact, as early as the year Harry and I entered school, he had already appeared once..."

Maca briefly talked about the end of the first grade, and Blake's face became gloomy.

"Sorry, I was really too impulsive--" He frowned, but he stopped in the middle of the conversation, "Wait! Why did you know Peter he—"

"The average lifespan of a mouse is 1 to 3 years, what do you think?" Maca waved his hand casually. "Besides, the pseudonym on your live spot map is too uncomfortable. Is Kung Fu bad?"

Blake blinked awkwardly.

"That..." He thought for a while and said, "Do you really think that the traitor back then was not me, but Peter?"

Maca nodded and said, "At least that's what I inferred, and I have no doubt about the magic theory that I have mastered...Huh? You eavesdropped on the conversation between me and the professors in the three broomsticks?"

The self-directed and self-acted scene obviously worked well. After all, from Blake's perspective, what Maca said on that day were all "inadvertently" revealed "true thoughts".

In terms of Black's current situation, it is not easy to have an ally-he will definitely not miss it.

"Then can you do me a favor?"

Sure enough, Black spoke.

But his old conceited problem may not be able to be corrected-he just asked Maca to help him pay attention to Peter Pettigrew's movements, and find the opportunity to tell him, that's it.

To be honest, this is not what Maca wants.In Maca's view, this is really unsafe.

Fortunately, the main purpose of Maca is not here.What's more, how does he need to notify Black in advance, know?

"Uncle Black, there is one more thing I have to ask you..." Maca leaned close to Black and whispered.

...

That night, none of the people in the Gryffindor tower at Hogwarts Castle slept.

Everyone knows that the castle has been searched again, and the entire Gryffindor Academy is staying in the common room, waiting to hear if Black has been caught.

At dawn, Professor McGonagall returned and she told everyone that Black had escaped again.

The next day, wherever they went, they saw security measures strengthened.

Professor Flitwick was teaching everyone who guarded the front door to identify with the big picture of Black; Filch was suddenly rushing back and forth in the hallway, and he nailed everything from small cracks in the walls to mouse holes.

And Sir Cadogan, whose brain was filled with oil and glue, was sacked-his portrait was put back on the lonely landing on the eighth floor.

Then, the fat lady came back.

They professionally repaired the fat lady, but she was still extremely nervous.It is conditional for her to come back to work-she demanded that she be extra protected.

I don't know it was the professor who decided to hire a group of rude and rude gnomes to protect her. They walked in the hallway at threatening steps, muttering, and comparing the size of the sticks in their hands.

Harry inadvertently noticed that the statue of the one-eyed witch on the fourth floor was still unguarded and not enclosed.

Fred and George — of course, now Harry, Ron, and Hermione — they thought they were the only people who knew there was a secret passage in the statue, at least it seemed right for now.

"Do you say who we should tell?" Harry asked Ron.

"We know he didn't come from the Honey Duke," Ron said without thinking. "If someone breaks into that shop, we will hear."