After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

"Yes, this is the dog I just saw." Yang Mei said with certainty.

Draco looked at the dog silently for a while, then took out the two boxes of packaged pork chop rice from his retractable pocket.

"I originally thought that it was not very kind to feed such disgusting food to a dog." Draco walked towards the black dog. The black dog raised its head slightly to look at him, then put its head back on its front paws.

Draco unpacked two boxes of pork chop rice and placed them in front of the black dog.

"Now I think that for you, it's good enough to have something to eat. I guess you won't be picky."

The big black dog was not afraid of people at all. He looked at Draco, then at Yang Mei at the door. Not only did he not have any intention of running away, he even started eating with a carefree attitude.

"It must be hard to live like this, sleeping in the open, going hungry, and even being hunted, what do you think, cousin?" Draco said casually as if he didn't care.

The black dog's body stiffened for a moment, but immediately returned to normal and continued to eat his pork chop rice as if he didn't understand.

Draco shrugged and didn't care.

"It seems that Sirius will not care about his blood relatives no matter how many years have passed. This is good. There are very few people in the world who are as consistent as you." Draco said half sighing and half sarcastically.

Today's encounter was a coincidence. Neither Yang Mei nor Draco intended to do anything to this fugitive from Azkaban.

He continued his escape.

The two of them were just ordinary little wizards who came to Hogsmeade to relax on the weekend.

But when Yang Mei and Draco turned their backs to the Shrieking Shack and were about to leave, there was suddenly movement in the house.

After a slight burst of air, a hoarse and strangely accented voice called out to Draco.

"You are Narcissa's son?"

Yang Mei and Draco looked at each other and stopped.

"I thought this was obvious," Draco said, "but you look as if you don't even remember who your cousin married into."

There might have been a hint of unnaturalness across Sirius's face, but I'm sorry to say, the mud on his face was almost as thick as the one on the floor of the Hog's Head Bar, and even Yang Mei couldn't make out his expression.

"Is your mother okay?" Sirius asked slowly.

Draco crossed his arms and said, "Perhaps the last bit of luck left in the Black family has been gathered on my mother. She is living a good life. She has a husband who loves her and a smart and obedient son. She lives a better life than anyone else in the Black family."

"Is that so..." Sirius muttered to himself.

"There's no need for small talk. You've always looked down on people like us, haven't you?" Draco's lips curled up in a cold arc. "Next time we meet, I'll pretend I don't know you. How about that? That should be considerate enough, right?"

Sirius was a little angry at Draco's sarcastic remarks.

He thought to himself, how did Narcissa teach her children? This kid really didn't inherit any of his mother's good qualities. Instead, he looked ten times ten like Lucius Malfoy.

But he was not completely stupid, and did not use his status as "cousin" to preach to Draco.

Draco didn't know that this homeless man in front of him actually wanted to lecture him, otherwise he would definitely do something ruthless to this person, such as overturning his pork chop rice!

"Do me a favor," Sirius said bluntly.

Draco really didn't understand: "What gave you the illusion that I would help you?"

Sirius felt a little embarrassed, but he also realized that there was no reason for others to help him.

"I'm very interested in your request. Why don't you tell me about it?" Yang Mei has been standing in the shadows, but his presence is not low.

"Who are you?" Sirius suddenly became alert, with hostility in his eyes.

"Phoenix Selwyn, I'm Xiaolong's best friend."

Yang Mei didn't know how Sirius felt after hearing this, but he saw that Draco next to him was already smiling.

Draco: Phil said I was his best friend!

"Selwyn?" Sirius had an impression of this family, "I don't know you, why do you want to help me?"

"When did I say I would help you? I'm just curious about your request." To put it bluntly, he just wanted to listen to some fun.

"You!" Sirius was so angry that he almost died. He now felt like a tiger in plain water being bullied by a dog.

Yang Mei walked out from the shadows and looked down at Sirius.

"Why, you want to bite someone? You've been a dog for so many years, you don't really think of yourself as a dog, do you?"

This was really rude, almost throwing Sirius' face to the ground and stepping on it.

"I want to know how Harry is doing now and whether he is living well." Sirius said through gritting his teeth. He felt sorry for the Potter family. Now that he had escaped from Azkaban, in addition to killing Peter Pellum, the most important thing was to know the situation of his beloved godson.

After hearing what Sirius said, Yang Mei and Draco's faces became even uglier.

Although I've long known that this guy is a jerk who doesn't care about his family, I still couldn't help but get angry when I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears.

Yang Mei was very clear about Sirius's mental journey over the past decade. It was nothing more than Peter Pellume betraying the Potter family. He felt that he was also responsible for this matter, so even though he was arrested and sent to Azkaban, he did not defend himself.

It's really hard to believe why he didn't go to see Merlin with the Potters right then and there.

Oh, and he also has a godson - Harry Potter, and he has to take care of the child, so he can't die.

But he waited until he was thirteen years old before he remembered to ask: Do you really trust Dumbledore to take good care of his godson?

"You're really too eager to eat hot shit!" Draco sneered, "Harry Potter? He's not dead, he's still alive. But now that you've escaped from prison, everyone thinks you're here to kill him, and they predict that he won't live for a few more days!"

"How could I possibly want to kill Harry?! I was clearly going to kill that rat!" Sirius roared, waving his arms. The rags on his body flew around because of his movements, revealing the skinny body that was originally hidden under the rags.

Just those few small ribs were enough to make a dog cry.

However, "Mouse?" Yang Mei and Draco looked at each other and understood.

This mouse must be Peter Pellum.

Among the four robbers back then, one went to meet Merlin, one was a dog in Azkaban for more than ten years, one was a mouse for more than ten years to survive, and the other knew that he was a werewolf but still went to school to teach. He asked someone to help him make wolfsbane potion but turned around and stabbed the person in the back.

They are all dirty things that cannot be seen in the light.

"You are so capable, go find Dumbledore to help you." Draco raised his chin slightly and said arrogantly, "We are the evil Slytherins, how could we help you?"

The identity of "Evil Slytherin" was used very flexibly by them.

……

It was still early, and after Yang Mei and Draco left the Shrieking Shack, they did not go directly back to school, but went to Madam Puddifoot's tea shop nearby.

It was a steamy, cramped teahouse, and everything in it was decorated with tacky lace.

The two of them ordered a pot of black tea and two or three kinds of snacks.

"I am more and more confident in the establishment of our restaurant, thanks to the support of my peers." Draco immediately put the unlucky Sirius behind him and began to think about his own business plans in a happy mood.

The snacks sold in the teahouse were not delicious, but fortunately they were high in oil and sugar and were quite filling, so both of them decided to tolerate it this time, but there won’t be a next time.

It was not until the evening that they returned to Hogwarts from Hogsmeade and went straight back to the Slytherin dormitory.

Because of their geographical location and because neither of them cared about meaningless things, they did not learn about the turmoil in Gryffindor Tower until the next day.

"Sirius Black sneaked into the castle, tore up the portrait of the Fat Lady, and sneaked into the Gryffindor dormitory." Yang Mei took a sip of slightly hot soy milk, "Or maybe he ate too much, so he had the energy to do bad things."

Draco didn't want to mention Sirius at all. He turned to Zabini and asked, "So the students from the other three houses slept in the hall last night?"

Zabini nodded. "That's right. Everyone is given a sleeping bag, and all professors take turns patrolling. The only thing missing is a guard dog tied to the door."

"So why didn't anyone inform us that they were ostracizing Slytherin?" Yang Mei narrowed her eyes.

Nott suppressed a laugh. "To be exact, it was us Slytherin who squeezed out the other three houses. It is said that Dumbledore told our dean to let all Slytherin students gather in the hall. But our dean refused on the spot.

He said that if it was Sirius Black who sneaked into Hogwarts, there would be nothing to worry about. Everyone knew his worth, and there was no need to make such a fuss.

Besides, isn’t his target Gryffindor? What does it have to do with us Slytherins?

Even if he really didn't want to go to the Slytherin dormitory, the security at the entrance of the Slytherin common room was much stricter than that of the Gryffindor one.

On the contrary, if I listen to you and call my students to the auditorium, my students’ lives will not be guaranteed.”

"Cool!" Draco smiled until his eyes narrowed. "Our dean is becoming more and more powerful in front of Dumbledore."

"What our dean said is the truth. He is just a little Sirius, but I don't know how he was deified like this, as if he is more powerful than Voldemort in the past?" Yang Mei was really impressed by these people's ability to scare themselves. "A person who was tortured by Dementors in Azkaban for more than ten years, and hid everywhere after escaping, how powerful can he be. Who would have thought that he had the strength to scratch the portrait yesterday, and he had to thank us for the pork chop rice he gave him!"

"What do you mean, you met Sirius yesterday?" Zabini's gossip radar immediately went off, and his eyes widened like light bulbs.

"Yeah, I did." Draco wasn't in the mood to elaborate.

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of Draco, Zabini turned his gaze to Yang Mei, his eyes full of desire for gossip.

"..." Yang Mei felt that the way he looked at her was no different from the way a dog chewed a bone.

"It's nothing, actually. Draco and I ordered two pork chop rice at the Three Broomsticks. Since the rice wasn't very satisfactory, we decided to feed it to a stray dog. Unexpectedly, although the dog was ugly, it still had a name."

Zabini and his companions were not fools. They looked at each other and extracted the most crucial information from Yang Mei's words - Sirius Black was an unregistered Animagus!

After a few seconds of silence, Zabini continued, "Anyway, the professors searched the Astronomy Tower, the Owlery, and other places last night, but found nothing."

Yang Mei sneered: "It would be strange if there was any gain. Could Dumbledore really want to capture Sirius? The greatest white wizard in the magic world, who could defeat the first generation Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, how could he not capture Sirius whose strength is greatly reduced now?"

……

Another Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.

But it was not Remus Lupin standing at the podium, but Severus Snape.

Yang Mei noticed that Snape's face looked even uglier than usual. Perhaps it was because Dumbledore had disagreed when he applied to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Let him substitute for Lupin.

"Turn to page 394 of the textbook." Snape ignored the whispers of the little wizards below and started the lecture without saying a word.

"Excuse me, Professor Snape, where is Professor Lupin?" Dean Thomas from Gryffindor asked bravely.

Snape's eyes turned slightly and his gaze pierced the reckless "little lion" sideways.

"Mr. Thomas, this is none of your business, is it?"

After he said that, Dean Thomas thought he wouldn't get an answer, but then Snape spoke again.

“Let’s just say that your professor is not fit to teach in his current condition.

Well, who else hasn't turned to page 394 of their textbook? "

The little wizard, who had originally pricked up his ears to listen to gossip, quickly lowered his head and started flipping through the book.

"Page 394... Werewolf?" Someone whispered in surprise, "But didn't we just finish studying Red Riding Hood and Sinkpunk? Werewolf should be a course much later."

Someone raised a question and someone else followed him to discuss it.

The chattering seemed to turn the classroom into a vegetable market.

"An, Jing." Snape had a stern face, which looked expressionless, but in fact made everyone feel that he was a volcano that could erupt at any time.

Professor Snape's deterrent power was as strong as ever, and all the little wizards who had questions swallowed their doubts back into their stomachs.

Shit! Who are you looking at?!