Chapter 282: Follow-up

The members of Wiesengamao stood up one after another and stared at Sirius.
Like a tacit understanding, they began to sort out the papers in silence, and leave this deliberation room that brought both pain and new life.
After a long time, Dumbledore walked towards Sirius Black.
He leaned down and patted Black on the shoulder.
Blake raised his tearful face and met Dumbledore's loving look.
Although Professor Dumbledore didn't say a word, a strong emotion arose in Black's heart, which made him feel at ease and full of hope.
Blake couldn't help being stunned.
Professor Dumbledore patted his shoulder again, nodded, and then turned and left the dark room.
"Let's go, Alan." Owen Harris felt it was time to leave.
But Allen didn't move. He pointed to a witch sitting in the middle row behind them.
Among the few remaining, Owen followed the direction pointed out by the younger son and saw her at a glance.
Short blond hair, wearing a magenta robe, sucking on the nib of a harsh green quill.
There is no doubt that this is Rita Skeeter, the chief reporter of the Daily Prophet.
"Dad, before you see Fudge, it's best to talk to her first. I'll leave by myself in a while." Allen reminded in a low voice.
Owen nodded knowingly and walked towards Rita.
Allen noticed that after a brief consternation, Rita Skeeter and his father seemed to have a good time.
Allen doesn't worry about Rita's scribbling, she is a person who knows the current affairs, and she will not easily provoke those in power.
When Alan and Black were left in the gloomy darkroom, Alan still did not leave.
He knew that Black needed time to adjust his emotions.
Alan stepped forward until Black staggered to his feet.
Black raised his sleeves and wiped his face indiscriminately.
"You shouldn't watch this kind of execution." Blake's gloomy eyes looked at Allen and said seriously.
He felt that although Alan was very strong, he was a minor wizard after all, and he should not have witnessed such cruel punishment.
"Most people are most worried about death. Voldemort is the case, and so is Peter Pettigrew. The tragedy of the Potters and his wife stems from Voldemort's pursuit of immortality and Pettigrew's fear of death." It's an exclamation, half a reminder.
"Death may be a punishment, but it cannot be atonement. The pain of being sucked away in a few seconds can be used to pay off the debt of mental pain for 13 years. I don't know if this compensation is enough!" Sirius was also surprised when he finished. He actually opened his heart in front of a child.
Perhaps it was because of his calm temperament and his ability to be stronger than ordinary wizards at a young age that made him feel like a child to others.
Allen looked at Sirius' gloom and pain in his eyes, and replied seriously: "You are right, sometimes justice is not enough to comfort people."
"In the eyes of the world, Peter Pettigrew has received the punishment he deserved, washed away his sins, and may be forgiven by Merlin." Allen said slowly.
Black frowned.
"However, if someone else causes me a slow, deep, boundless and long-lasting pain, then if I want to retaliate, I must do my best to inflict the same pain on the other party. As a Muggle famous saying: An eye, a tooth for a tooth, a hand for a hand, a foot for a foot."
"However, hatred makes people blind, and anger can also cause recklessness. Those who blindly pursue revenge may end up drinking their own bitter juice." Alan glanced at Black and continued: "In my opinion, Peter Pettigrew has long been He is being punished for the mistakes he committed. For thirteen years, he can only be a mouse and hide in the wizard’s family. This is not an easy task. The pain and torture you brought to him in the process of hunting him , Perhaps far more than the damage he caused by accepting the Dementor’s kiss."
Black listened to Allen's words into his heart, and the pain and resentment that lingered in his heart seemed to be relieved.
As for the remaining emotions, it will obviously fade away over time.
Sirius took a deep look at Allen and suddenly changed the subject, "You have done everything you promised me, and I will keep my promise and fulfill my vow."
Hearing this, Alan couldn’t help laughing. Although he didn’t like the other person’s character, he certainly believed in Blake’s character, otherwise he would not have made this agreement with him at the beginning-although he added extra to avoid Dumbledore coming out to disrupt the situation. A layer of insurance.
"Why don't you just let me receive it now?" Sirius said.
Blake is a quick-witted man, he doesn't want to owe Allen
Allen thought for a while, felt that there was enough time, and didn't want to have many dreams, so he nodded and agreed.
After writing a letter to his father Owen, stating what he was going to do, Allen followed Sirius Black and left the Ministry swaggeringly.
On the way to see Sirius wizards, some of them didn't know what happened, and they seemed a little horrified.
"This is the feeling of freedom!" After leaving the Ministry of Magic, Sirius opened his arms and embraced the sky.
Allen looked at Sirius with a smile, and understood the feeling of the prisoner who had been hiding in Tibet.
When Sirius calmed down~EbookFREE.me~, the two apparated and went directly to the old house of the Black family-12 Grimmauld Place.
The old house presented to Allen had dirty walls and gloomy windows.
They walked up the broken stone steps and found that the black paint on the door of this old house was peeling off, covered with scratches from the left to the right.
The silver door knocker is in the shape of a large snake. There is no keyhole on the door, and no mailbox.
"Excuse me, can I borrow your wand?" Black asked.
Allen blinked, took off his wand, and handed it to Black.
Blake held his wand and waved it and found that he could barely make a movement. Then he frowned and weighed the weight, which seemed to be heavier than he thought, but then shrugged and tapped on the door with Allen's wand. a bit. Allen heard a lot of loud sounds of metal crashing and rattling sounds like chains.
The door creaked open.
Black handed back the wand to Allen.
The two crossed the threshold and walked into the almost dark hall.
Allen smelled a damp, dusty smell, and a sweet smell of rotting. This place feels like an abandoned empty house.
Immediately afterwards, he heard a rustling sound, and then a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall came on, casting a dangling and unreal light, shining on the peeling wallpaper in the long gloomy hallway And polished frayed carpets.
A cobweb-shaped chandelier shimmered overhead, and some portraits that were darkened by age were hung askew on the wall.
Allen noticed that the chandelier and the chandelier on the rickety table next to it were made into the shape of a large snake.
This old house bears a strong Slytherin mark.