Chapter 118: How to Soothe a Mad Dog

When the Gryffindor common room was messing up again, Maca, who was rushing back from the Snow Witch, had just entered the secret road leading to the willow willow.
But when he held the vial filled with condensed sand and lowered his head halfway, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in his sight.
Maca fell to the ground suddenly with the shadow, and the bottle in her hand fell to the ground, rolling all the way to the corner of the dense stone wall.
Fortunately, the potion bottle is quite sturdy. Not only did it not break, the shining sand in it was shining because of the fierce collision.
玛 Maca can see clearly this time, it is not someone else who stepped on him, it is Sirius Black, who is in the form of Animagus, the thin but large black dog.
Immediately, Maca struggled to pull out her wand, but was shot and flicked by Black, who had been staring at him.
"Who are you! Why are you here?" Maca looked panic-stricken. He struggled constantly, but the black dog was so strong that he couldn't move.
Then the black dog glanced back—he was looking in the direction of Hogwarts Castle.
Suddenly, Maca's brain quickly analyzed the current situation.
To be honest, this encounter with Black in the Taos was not only Maca's expectation, but he was still in his grasp.
During this time, Maca was going back and forth to Hogwarts, always using this secret way. In fact, he has been wondering, will he "coincide" with Black once?
无论 However, as long as you meet Black here, the other party must have done something or wanted to do something.
Now, Black was rushing out in a hurry, and that was clearly done-and nothing was gained.
He was thinking about it, but the other side was very anxious, but he bit the mark of Maka's collar and dragged him outward.
Marka glanced at the wand that was getting farther and farther from him, but didn't make much resistance, letting Black drag him away when he came quickly.
He stared motionlessly at the top wall of the secret road, like a child frightened by the situation just now.
Black dragged him all the way to the screaming shack, and then the other person returned to human form.
"Fluorescence flickers," Black said in a hoarse voice.
I was too gloomy in the woods the last time, and Maca hadn't seen it clearly, but this time he looked at it really.
This is a tall man with dark hair and gray eyes, but his long prison life makes him look very thin, and his hair has been tangled up.
Taking a beard is like being struck by fire, curling up against his dirty face, if you go to Hollywood to play a street vagabond, you don't need makeup.
Maka also noticed that the magic wand in his hand had also changed, which was not his original one.
"Sirius Black!" Maca tried to stare her eyes round, pretending to be terrified.
别 "Don't pretend," Black sneered impatiently. "Just with your acting skills, you can lie to the child."
玛 Maca was really surprised this time. What did he know?
Fortunately, Black's next words let him secretly relieved.
"McLean, you're Harry's friend, I know that." He frowned, quickly, "I don't care how you found this secret passage, but you see me now ... I'm sure Can't let you go back ... at least not for the time being. "
He almost sent out the classic classic line of the villain, "You will break my good."
I have to say that Black, who had spent a full 12 years in Azkaban, blamed himself for the things of the year. Until the summer vacation at the end of last semester, Ron's father won the annual prize of the Daily Prophet and died in Egypt for a month.
Coincidentally, the rat mouse, who was okay to find anything, was just taken in the picture and appeared in the news of the Daily Prophet!
That's it, the crazy dog ​​chasing the mule rat has officially started shooting this year ...
Blake is a man with a concealed heart. He is willing to blame the death of the good brothers and couples on himself, and he is willing to use only his own power to kill the real murderer.
For this reason, he even carried all the infamy-he didn't care!
At this moment, Black's pride and self-confidence had been committed again. He stretched out his wand and pointed at Maca. It seemed as if there was going to be a curse to restrict movement.
"You don't want Harry to keep thinking that his godfather is a murderer?" Marka stared into his eyes and asked suddenly.
Blake's hand holding the wand trembled slightly, but he immediately stabilized.
"So what! I just want to bite the rat!" Black screamed madly, and he roared loudly, "All petrified!"
This lunatic!
Maca rolled aside immediately, and a cloud of dust sprang up.
"Are there nothing but hatred and self-blame in your head!" He continued after he realized that he had not been hit. "Think of your godson! Think of Harry! He has lost his own Parents have been 13 years! "
Black's movements were stiff, and a tangled look appeared on his face.
Maca turned over without taking any chance to cover the dust and hit the railroad while she was hot: "Don't you think that you should do your duty as a godfather? You should know that his aunt doesn't treat him at all. OK-what he needs now is a loved one who loves him and thinks about him everywhere! "
Speaking of this, Maca stood up and walked without hesitation to Black.
"Again, what's the matter of catching Peter? Killing him is even for Uncle Potter--" Suddenly Maca paused, and then resumed, "... revenge with Aunt Lily?"
I was so embarrassed that I almost didn't remember what Harry's mother was ...
I'm fine, Blake didn't notice it. He glared at Maca, yelling furiously: "It's revenge! Revenge! Peter has betrayed us, betrayed the Potters! You don't understand--"
At this moment, Maca grabbed Blake's dirty collar, and said aloud, "What is Voldemort! You talk about it!"
"Voldemort? Isn't he dead?" Black froze.
"Are you too underestimated Voldemort?" Maca felt that she should write a book entitled "How to Soothe a Mad Dog".
He pushed Blake gently and loosened his collar—the greasy touch he didn't want to feel any longer.
"Let's just say that, it's only a matter of time before Voldemort returns again." Maca calmly said, "In fact, he had appeared once before Harry and I entered the school ..."
Maca roughly talked about the end of the first grade, and Blake's face became a lot more gloomy.
"Sorry, this is indeed my impulsiveness—" He frowned, but paused in the middle, "wait! Why do you know Peter he--"
"The average lifespan of a mouse is 1 to 3 years, what do you say?" Maca waved his hands casually. "Finally, the pseudonyms on your live map are too careless, and it costs more Isn't the child kung fu good? "
Blake blinked awkwardly.
那 "That ..." He thought for a while and said, "Do you really think that the traitor was not me, but Peter?"
Maca nodded: "At least I infer that, and I am convinced of the magic theory I have ... eh? You overheard the conversation between me and the professors on those three brooms?"
The self-directed and self-acting show was obviously effective. After all, from Black ’s point of view, all that Maca said that day was
inadvertently
revealed
true thoughts
.
In the current situation of Black, it is not easy to have an ally-he will never miss it.
"Can you do me a favor then?"
Sure enough, Blake spoke.
But his old self-problem may not be able to be changed-he just asked Marka to help him keep an eye on Peter the little dwarf, and find the opportunity to tell him, nothing more.
To be honest, this is not what Maca wants. In Maca's view, this is really unsafe.
Fortunately, the main purpose of Maca is not here. What's more, what is he going to do? Do you need to inform Black in advance?
"Uncle Black, I have to ask you one more thing ..." Maca came to Black ~ EbookFREE.me ~ whispered.
Uh ...
None of the people in the Gryffindor Tower in Hogwarts Castle that night did not sleep.
Everyone knows that the castle has been searched again, and the entire Gryffindor Academy is waiting in the common room, waiting to see if Black has been caught.
At dawn, Professor McGonagall returned and she told everyone that Black had escaped again.
The next day, no matter where they went, they saw enhanced security measures.
Professor Flitwick held a large picture of Black and taught everyone who guarded the front door to identify; Filch suddenly rushed back and forth in the corridor, from small cracks in the wall to the rat hole. He was nailed to death with wooden boards.
Suddenly Sir Cadogan, whose oil and glue were in his brain, was fired--his portrait was put back on the lonely staircase on the eighth floor.
Then, Mrs. Fat came back.
They have professionally repaired the fat lady, but she is still extremely nervous. She came back to work conditionally-she demanded that she be protected.
I didn't know it was the professor who decided to hire a group of rude and rude gnomes to protect her. They walked in the hallway at a threatening pace, murmured, and compared the size of the stick in their hands.
Harry inadvertently noticed that the statue of the one-eyed witch on the fourth floor was still unguarded and was not closed.
Fred and George-of course, Harry, Ron and Hermione now-they think they are the only ones who know that there is a secret passage in the statue, at least for now it seems that this should be right.
"Do you say who should we tell?" Harry asked Ron.
"We know he didn't come from the Duke of Honey," Ron said without thinking, "if someone breaks into that shop, we will hear."