Hogwarts Blood Wizard

The moment Sirius saw the mouse, Sirius’s sanity was shocked, and he wanted to rush to tear the opponent into pieces...

Fortunately, in the end, Sirius remembered that Ivan had spoken to him, and it was very difficult to endure it, and it was too cheap to die like this, Peter...

He felt that Peter must be tortured, experiencing pain in Azkaban, and finally accepting a kiss from a dementor to be considered as what Peter did!

Thinking of this, Sirius extinguished the idea of ​​killing Peter immediately, gave him a vicious look, and walked quickly to Ivan's bed, ready to put the note in his hand on Ivan's bed.

Unexpectedly, when he bent down, Ivan, who was asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

Almost in an instant, the magic wand in Ivan's hand was already on Sirius's neck, and the white light was shining on the top of the wand.

The sense of crisis deep into the bones of Sirius suddenly flooded into Sirius's mind, as if he would be killed in the next second, he hurriedly stopped.

"Hals... it's me!"

"Sirius?" Ivan was relieved to see the appearance of the person in front of him.

Before Ivan opened his eyes, he saw a thin figure with a disheveled hair standing next to his bed. He almost thought it was someone who wanted to assassinate him, so he subconsciously moved his hand.

"Yes, it's me! I haven't waited until you come to me for this period of time, so I came to you by myself!" Sirius raised his eyebrows, and his voice was low, even though Ivan was so close. Able to hear clearly.

Ivan was embarrassed, and he realized what he had forgotten these days. It turned out that Sirius, who was wandering near the school, had forgotten behind his head.

But this can't be completely blamed on him, after all, after school started, his affairs were one after another, first he was busy improving the compound decoction, and then he went back to three months ago and fought with Bok's men twice.

Now, after finally coming back, I have to think about the fusion of the third bloodline. The castle is full of Bogut, so I forgot to go out and meet Sirius.

Sirius could naturally see what was going on from Ivan's expression, but it was not the time to talk these nonsense.

"Time is running out, let's make a long story short! I stayed in Knock Down Alley for a while after you left to help you inquire about the news. You will never think who I met in Knock Down Alley..." Sirius said quickly Said hurriedly.

Who?Isia?Ivan was thinking...

At this moment, an unusually harsh sound came from the other side!

Squeak!

By the head of Ron's bed, the gray mouse had opened his eyes, looked at the figure standing in front of Ivan's bed in fear, and let out a horrified cry.

Harry, Neville and others who were sleeping soon were awakened, and Ron yawned and cursed angrily."Scaly.. Stop calling? Scaly!"

However, the screaming did not stop, and Ron did not speak again. His eyes were instantly attracted by the tall figure in the bedroom. A chill rushed into his heart, and he immediately thought of himself. The newspaper I read in school...

That crazy man who always wanted to kill Harry!

Only he will sneak in at this time...

"what!!!"

Ron's screams quickly echoed in the bedroom, causing a chain reaction. Harry, Neville and others in the same bedroom also screamed in shock.

Sirius's complexion changed drastically. He knew his current identity as a fugitive, and he would never be caught until the truth became clear!

So when Ron found him, Sirius had already moved. Taking advantage of the chaos and dim night, he threw a small note into Ivan's hands, turned his head and rushed out quickly...

Before escaping, Sirius didn't forget to take another look at the damn mouse, his fierce gaze plunged Scab into great fear!

It screamed frantically, freed from Ron's control and ran around, stirring up the messy bedroom...

"Scaly, where are you going! Scaly!" Even though Ron was frightened into a cold sweat, he did not forget to care about his beloved mouse.

It's just that Peter Pettigrew, who was terribly frightened, didn't dare to stay in the dormitory anymore. Because Sirius had just left the door, Peter did not dare to go there, and finally jumped from the vent of the window, dazed!

"No, Scattered, come back!" Ron, who saw this scene, was heartbroken and shouted heartbreakingly...

Peter Pettigrew, who jumped out of the window, had been awakened by the midnight wind, but he was not worried.

In his current rat form, he can't be killed if he falls at this height, at best he suffers some injuries.

In contrast, Peter was even more afraid to stay in that dormitory, because he clearly remembered that when he just woke up, he vaguely saw Sirius seem to be talking to the little wizard named Ivan Hals.

Although he did not hear the specific content, this situation is enough to make him feel uneasy, so he would rather risk the risk of falling and choose freedom!

Unfortunately, just as Peter was enjoying freedom in the wind, there was a vague voice from above.

"Spots fly here!"

Pettigrew Peter was flustered to find that the speed of his fall stopped, and then he was pulled by some force and flew upward at a faster speed.

It's a flying curse!When Peter Pettigrew realized that it was too late, it flew all the way back to the dormitory, stretched out a hand and grabbed his tail severely.

Pettigrew Peter raised his head with difficulty, but Ivan's delicate face looked like a devil's face in his eyes, and a sense of fear came to his heart.

"A forgetting is empty!" Ivan whispered softly against the gray-black mouse with his wand.

Ivan's voice and movements were not obvious in the dark and chaotic dormitory, because Neville's yelling did not stop from beginning to end, and the cluttered noise outside the door was also one after another, covering his voice.

The little dwarf Peter, who was close at hand, could hear clearly, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity came to his heart.

Again... again?

Before falling asleep, this thought flashed through Peter's heart, and he soon realized that he might not have been hit by the Forgotten Curse for the first time.

How many things have you forgotten?!

Thinking of this, Peter took a deep breath, and the biting cold wind at night couldn't compare to the chill from the bottom of his heart.

Along with a white light flashing, the gray-black mouse's body trembled in a coma, and a drop of tears slowly fell from its eye sockets...