some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 470 Who Will Die This Time?

inside the safety sheet,

It was amplified a lot by the traceless stretching spell.

The furnishings and layout of the room are basically the same as those of the hut in San Catchpole Village.

Blake sat at the oak table, wolfing down his meal.

The dishes on the table were simple, and he opened his mouth wide to pick up the rice without even using the tableware, just grabbed it with his hands, like a starved ghost reincarnated.

Not far away, William and Hermione snuggled up on the velvet sofa, discussing in low voices how to reply to Fudge's letter.

Annie lay carelessly on the sofa, her two thin legs rested on William's lap, and her feet rested on Hermione's lap.

Her head was resting on the bear pillow, and she was holding a thick hard-shell notebook in her hand, flipping through it.

She looked up slightly and glanced at the kitchen table.

Sirius was holding a small porcelain bowl, and poured a mouthful of porridge into his mouth quickly, which immediately gave him a jolt from the heat, causing her to gasp.

He was also reluctant to spit it out, and after swallowing it abruptly, he opened his mouth wide and fanned the wind with his black hands.

The corners of Annie's mouth twitched as she watched, wondering if this big black was hungry, or did he have some brain problems?
When he was a pet before, he didn't see this problem either.

Sirius, who had long been used to observing his surroundings, quickly turned his head and showed what he thought was a 'friendly' smile at Annie.

He was ragged and sloppy, showing a yellow tooth with missing front teeth. At first glance, he looked like a child trafficker.

After being discovered, Annie did not hide, but glared at him and raised her small fist at him.

It seemed to be warning him that she was watching him!

Sirius scratched his head, wanting to talk, but Anne turned her face back hard.

He smiled wryly and sighed.

I haven't communicated much with people for more than ten years, but recently I have the experience of being a dog, but it's always 'barking'... I can't deal with this situation.

With his head bowed in frustration, he continued to gorge, but at a slower pace.

Hermione pressed against William's ear, exhaled steam, and said triumphantly, "Let me just say that my cooking skills have improved."

William kept writing, but nodded like a dog.

Coincidentally, far away, Sirius deliberately had nothing to say:
"To tell you the truth, what I miss the most these days are the baguettes bought by Annie, the porridge made by Hermione, and your poisonous dog food William.

Yes, just like today's porridge.

It was overcooked, there was no water, and it was sticky like rice balls.

The taste is unpalatable at the first bite, but if you savor it carefully... tsk tsk, it's even more unpalatable.

But be full. "

Annie suppressed her face, trying not to laugh out loud.Two feet, on Hermione's lap, dangled happily.

William was expressionless, and quietly pinched his thigh with his left hand, the pain suppressed his smile.

No, if you laugh now, Hermione will definitely kill you!
Sirius opened his mouth and was still chattering.

"I always thought, Hermione, you are the smartest witch I know, even more powerful than Lily.

But your cooking is obviously not as good as hers, William, you will suffer in the future. "

Hermione's eyebrows were raised high, and a dangerous light flashed in her eyes.

"I think it's delicious."

William didn't know who to listen to, anyway, he said seriously:

"It's because you've been hungry for too long and can't get used to good food."

Hermione crossed her arms and nodded in agreement.

Sirius rolled his eyes, wiped his mouth, and walked towards the three of them.

"What are you looking at?" He moved closer to Annie.

Annie still ignored him, looking at her notebook with a straight face.

He poked his head and said in surprise, "Changing Curse... You're only in the second grade, so you've started studying this?"

This family... so scary!

"Yeah, it's hard, magic at N.E.W.Ts level."

Annie repeated what Hermione had said earlier.

She covered the notebook on her chest and said bluntly:

"Do you know?!"

"Uh... this... when I was in school."

Sirius showed a kind smile again, with a flattering tone in his tone:

"I have a lot of magic books at home, Annie, if you are interested, you can take them away..."

The little girl rolled her eyes even bigger, covered her face with Hermione's notebook, and didn't want to talk to this liar pretending to be a stray dog.

Sirius scratched his head, then moved closer to William and Hermione.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

The two were writing to Fudge!

At the beginning of the letter, he was concerned about the movement of the Ministry of Magic and asked if he had found any traces of Black.

William's pen is full of dragons and snakes, and he also advises Fudge:

Searching towards France, the Thunderbird returned to France, probably summoned by Black.

That tone, that wording... Presenting the facts and reasoning, but not affirming or denying, just makes people think about it, and it feels like it is true!

Tsk tsk, if it wasn't for him standing here, Sirius would have believed it.

This is deliberately misleading the Ministry of Magic.

He is a prudent master, great!
"Are you familiar with Fudge?" Sirius asked curiously.

The two little guys are very familiar with Clegane, the director of the French Law Enforcement Department, and he knows it.

During the time he was a dog, he had seen it with his own eyes, William and Clegane talking and laughing.

I didn't expect to have contact with the British minister.

"It's all about interests." William said flatly, motioning for Sirius to sit down.

"Hagrid's Buckbeak is going to be sentenced to death. Fudge wrote me to let me know."

William handed the quill to Hermione, motioning for her to continue writing.

Hermione imitated his handwriting, and it was almost like that, and most people would not notice the difference.

"Ah... that Hippogriff?"

Sirius sat in front of the sofa, with two black hands, he did not forget to smack the dust on his body vigorously.

"I heard you mention that it attacked Malfoy on the first day of school...Since the death penalty is imposed, do you need to steal it?!"

William glanced slightly sideways.

Sirius really loves adventure.Knowing that Buckbeak was sentenced to death, his first thought was to steal.

"No, there are other safer ways to transfer it." William shook his head.

Fudge wrote a letter to inform him, just to remind him, otherwise why write a letter.

Although I don't know why the minister is so enthusiastic, but William can't refuse people thousands of miles away from his door-to-door overtures.

"I've always been curious, why did you run away from Luvina?" William asked.

Sirius coughed.

"Because I knew that you would find out who I was sooner or later, so I ran away and hung around for a while at Moopsey's house, who loves dogs in Hogsmeade."

This is of course true.But not quite the truth.

Could he still say: that three-headed dog clings to him all day long, trying to do something indescribable to him, that's why he ran away?

"By the way, have you received the Christmas present I gave you?" Sirius smiled triumphantly.

"Surely you didn't guess that it was from me, did you?"

Hermione Quill paused, chuckled, and shook her head haughtily.

"No way...you all guessed this?" Sirius said in astonishment.

William spread his hands.

"That's right, Hermione quickly asked Professor McGonagall to inspect the gift you gave me.

She also deduces that you are an illegal Animagus because of those gifts. "

"..."

No, how did you infer this?He was so cautious that he didn't leave a message.

Blake scratched his hair, thought for a while but didn't understand, and asked again:

"The gift... are you still satisfied?"

All three nodded.

"That's good." Sirius breathed a sigh of relief. "I was afraid you wouldn't like it."

"Where did you get the money to buy the gift? You shouldn't be able to enter Gringotts." William asked curiously.

"Yes, that's right." Sirius smiled triumphantly.

"Did I just tell you guys? I broke up with my family when I was 16."

"My uncle, Alphard, left me a considerable amount of gold - he was also purged from the genealogy, probably for this reason.

The treasury was handled by him, and it was registered in his name.

Didn't I disappear for a day and a night after I followed you back to London?

Just went to his old house and found the vault key.

Later, the letter was sent by Mopsy's owl.Anyway, Gringotts didn't suspect me either. "

William hummed, then tilted his head to watch Hermione write the letter.

"William, can you..." Sirius hesitated. "Let me meet Harry!"

"No." He refused without looking up. "Harry won't believe you."

"He now feels that you betrayed his parents. If he doesn't capture Peter as proof, he won't believe you at all."

Blake sighed.They are also little wizards, people can deduce it, why can't Harry?
Sure enough, it's not good to be too stupid.

Harry clearly didn't inherit Lily's IQ.

"You can hide here temporarily, I will take you back to Hogwarts, it will be safer." William said seriously.

"But you have to promise me that you can't leave, you can only stay here."

"If you don't want to, you can stay in the cave."

"Yes." Sirius agreed quickly.

William flicked a wand over.

After Black caught it, he smiled and said, "Werewolf?"

"That's right." William said softly.

"It should not be easy. When you have time in the future, you should go to Ollivander's store and get a new wand."

"It's not urgent." Sirius hesitated for a moment and said, "Do you think Peter escaped from Hogwarts?"

"No, he's still in school." William gave an affirmative answer.

Sirius didn't know why William was so sure, but he knew the boy was smart.

At least much smarter than him.

Since William said no, he would not.

Sirius leaned on the sofa, nonchalantly said: "...I hope to catch Peter."

"of course."

William said so in his mouth, but he didn't think so in his heart.

Peter must not have left, he is Tom's spy, Tom will not let him, just leave empty-handed.

Tom must have made a series of escape plans for Peter.

It's really not that easy to catch.

Moreover, Tom likes the sense of ritual, and the dead are very ritualistic to him.

I don't know who the unlucky guy will be this time.

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(Please recommend tickets, everyone.)
(End of this chapter)