Chapter 109: Lonely Avengers

Ai Wen climbed up the second floor along the dim stairs, and the old black wooden floor creaked under his feet. From time to time, an owl flew over the top of his head.
The layout of the second floor and the first floor of the post office is similar. There are owls everywhere. On the shelves under them, the codes of various colors are marked.
Crookshank was squatting on a semi-circular balcony, and it saw Ai Wen screaming loudly, expressing satisfaction.
Wait a minute, where is Sirius Black? !
Ai Wen suddenly realized what he was, and he turned quickly. In the shadow of the aisle behind him, a black figure flung out.
In the next second, Ai Wen was thrown to the ground and splashed with dust.
A few gray long-eared owls spread their wings and flew higher, dissatisfied with Evan and his huge black dog with thick hair.
Sirius Black jumped lightly and took the wand in the hands of Ai Wen.
His body changed rapidly in midair, and when Black fell back on the floor, Avon saw a middle-aged man who was exactly the same as the Ministry of Magic: a dirty, tangled hair hangs down to the elbow. The eyes hidden in the deep, dark eyes are not bright at all. The waxy skin clings to the skeleton on the face and looks like a skull.
"You are too big, boy!" Blake held Ai Wen's wand tightly and grinned with yellow teeth. "Don't resist, look at you as a Harry friend, I will only use the Forgotten Mantra. , erase all my memories in your head."
Black's voice is low and hoarse, sounds like it hasn't been spoken for a long time.
"Listen, I need to talk to you, Sirius!" whispered, "I didn't intend to resist, you can take my wand, if that makes you feel safer."
"Hey, security doesn't make any sense to me!" Black's face showed a sneer sneer. "If you are like me, because of an unwarranted charge, you are locked in Azkaban for twelve years, no matter whether it is day or night." Thousands of dementors are tormented, thinking about the darkest memories in their heads, and always enduring the torment of the innermost friends of their best friends, and you will completely forget the feeling of fear and fear."
"It sounds really bad." Ai Wen worried.
"Do you know how I got over?!" Black's expression suddenly became awkward. "It's revenge. It's the power of revenge that keeps me awake. I don't become a walking dead like everyone else."
"Maybe I can help you and complete the revenge for you." Ai Wen sat up from the ground.
"Help me?!" Black's face was more intense, and his wand in his hand pointed firmly at Ai Wen. "I don't think so. You better be honest, don't move, don't play tricks with me, this year. After I met for the first time in the Muggle world in August, I have been observing you for the past few months. I know that your actual magic level is really amazing. I am not at your age, you have no such strength."
"Thank you for complimenting, if I am as powerful as you said, the situation should not be like this now!" Avonton said, continuing. "But I really want to help you, remember that on Halloween, we are banned." The second time I met Lin’s edge, I covered you to escape, or you were discovered by Professor Lupin!

Evan secretly gathered magic, and since he saw Tom Riddle in the last semester using Ron's broken wand to release the spell, he has been studying stickless spells.
Although many theoretical books in this field have been found in the library, it is very difficult to operate in reality. Ai Wen has been practicing for nearly a year, but his magic is controlled to emit a little light, which is far less than the impact of the magical riot and loss of control of the little wizard. Not to mention the use of a complete magic spell.
This light does not help the actual combat, but may be distracted by Black.
Ai Wen had to be careful. If the communication was not successful, this was his last life-saving means. He didn't want to be turned into an idiot by Black's Forgotten Mantra.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to be discovered." Black snorted and his wand shone a little light. "And, I don't need anyone's help!"
He waved his wand, but Avon was faster than him.
His magical spurt came out, and a dazzling white light flashed past, like a dazzling lightning, and Black closed his eyes subconsciously.
Hundreds of owls skyrocketed and the entire second floor was tangled up.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ai Wen slammed up from the ground, and he slammed into the dark Sirius Black. Although he was short and thin, it was far from the tall Black's opponent, but the sudden glare. Let Black be caught off guard.
He didn't raise his wand in time, and Avon grabbed the hand of Black's wand with one hand, forcing the end of the wand to change direction; the knuckles of the other hand hit the side of Black's head, and the two turned backwards. Falls and knocked down the wall.
The heavy impact finally made Black wake up, and his wand in his hand gave a red light to the air, only a few inches from Avon's face.
Evan could feel the wrinkled arm under his finger writhing like a madman, but he clung to it, and he used his other hand to slam the various parts of Black's body that he could get. .
Black's strength was bigger than him, and his free hand found Ai Wen's throat.
Just as Avon felt desperate, Crook Hill, who had been kneeling on the balcony, suddenly jumped over to join the battle, and its two front paws were deeply trapped in Black's arm.
Black snorted and let go of Ai Wen. He wanted to open the Crook Mountain, but he didn't succeed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ai Wen slammed a few punches against Black's stomach. Black pain The curled up and let go of the wand.
Evan took his wand and quickly stood up. He held his wand and pointed at Black's chest and looked down at him.
Black spread his limbs to the wall, and his thin chest quickly undulating.
"Good, Crookshan!" Ai Wen gasped.
Crookshank screamed and jumped back to the window sill as if to complete a trivial little thing, and the owl in the air also fell back.
Evan looked at Black, and the face of the sallow sallow was faintly able to see the handsome of the past. The twelve-year prison life has made his character cold-blooded. Before killing the little dwarf Peter, he would not believe anyone. No need for any help.
As a lonely avenger, he must seize Peter by his own strength.
In terms of believing in other people, he is not even as good as a cat.
"I am ignoring you, you are much better than I thought, no sticks, I haven't seen a wizard to learn this technique for a long time." Black's mouth re-hanged the sarcasm of sneer, "You are going to take me." What to do, the Aurors handed over to the Ministry of Magic are those dementors?!"
"I repeat it, I just want to help you, whether you believe it or not!" Ai Wen wiped the blood stains on his lips, and his wand tipped a few sparks. "If you like this kind of communication, we will So communicate."
"Speak up, I really want to thank you!" Black said calmly. "Thanks to the "Hogwarts Magic" that you did, when Fudge went to Azkaban to inspect, he gave me a newspaper. Above, he gave a photo of a special contribution award to several of you. On the front page of the newspaper, on the shoulder of the boy, I immediately recognized him. I saw how many times he was deformed. He was still alive, he actually Stayed at Hogwarts, next to the sons of James and Lily... That night, I escaped from Azkaban because I knew I had to kill him, this is what I can make up for. The only way to make your own mistakes is not to face death."
Black's body was slightly trembling, his voice was a bit tragic.