Chapter 282: Follow up
The members of Wiesengama stood up and stared at Sirius.
Like a kind of tacit agreement, they began to sort out the documents in silence, leaving the room that brought both pain and a new life.
For a long time, Dumbledore walked to Sirius Black.
He leaned over and patted Black's shoulder gently.
Black raised his tearful face and met Dumbledore's loving gaze.
Although Professor Dumbledore did not say a word, Black felt a strong emotion in his heart, which made him feel down-to-earth and full of hope.
Black couldn't help but stunned.
Professor Dumbledore patted his shoulder again, nodded, and turned to leave the dark room.
"Come on, Allen." Irving Harris thought it was time to leave.
But Allen didn't move. He pointed to a witch sitting in the middle of the row behind them.
Among the few people left, Owen saw her in the direction of the youngest son.
Short blond hair, wearing a magenta robe, sucking the tip of a dazzling green feather pen.
Undoubtedly, this is Rita Skeeter, the chief reporter of The Prophet Daily.
"Dad, before you see Fudge, it's best to talk to her first. I'll leave myself later." Allen reminded in a low voice.
Irving nodded intently and walked towards Rita.
Allen noticed that after a brief consternation, Rita Skeeter and his father seemed to have a very good conversation.
Allen is not worried that Rita will write at random. She is a person who knows the current affairs, and she will not easily provoke the authorities.
When Alan and Black were left in the dark room, Alan still didn't leave.
He knew that Black needed time to adjust his emotions.
Allen didn't step forward until Black stumbled to his feet.
Black raised his sleeve and wiped his face indiscriminately.
"You shouldn't watch this kind of execution." Black's gloomy eyes looked at Alan seriously.
He felt that although Allen 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, like Voldemort, and Peter the dwarf. The tragedy of the Potters is due to Voldemort's pursuit of eternal life and the dwarf's fear of death." Allen Half It's a sigh, half a reminder.
"Death may be a punishment, but it cannot be atoned. The pain of the soul sucked away in a few seconds to compensate for the 13 years of mental pain debt, I do n’t know whether this compensation is enough!" Sirius was also surprised. He actually opened his heart to a child.
Perhaps it is because of his calm temperament and his ability to be stronger than ordinary wizards at a young age that makes him feel like a child to others.
Allen looked at Sirius' gloomy eyes mixed with pain, and answered seriously: "You are right, sometimes justice is not enough to appease people."
"In the eyes of the world, the little dwarf Peter was punished due to his crimes, and perhaps Merlin's forgiveness could be obtained." Allen said slowly.
Black frowned.
"However, if others cause me a slow, deep, endless and long-lasting pain, then I want to retaliate and try to cause the same pain to the other party. As a famous Muggle quote says: Return eyes, return teeth, return hands, return feet. "
"However, hatred makes people blind, and anger can also cause recklessness. Those who blindly pursue revenge may end up drinking bitter juice themselves." Alan glanced at Black and continued: "In my opinion, the little dwarf Peter has long been The mistakes committed for him are being punished. Thirteen years, they can only be used as a mouse to hide in the wizard's family. This is not an easy thing. The pain and torture you caused him in the process of hunting him , Perhaps far more than the harm caused by his dementor ’s kiss. "
Black listened to Allen's words in his heart, and the pain and anger that haunted him seemed to be alleviated.
As for the remaining emotions, it will obviously fade away with time.
Sirius gave Alan a deep look, and suddenly changed the subject, "You promised me that I have done it, and I will keep my promise and fulfill my oath."
It was said that Allen could not help laughing, although he did not like the character of the other party, but of course he believed in Black's character, otherwise he would not make this agreement with him at the beginning-although in order to avoid Dumbledore coming out to stir up, he added A layer of insurance.
"Why don't you just accept it with me now?" Sirius said.
Black is an impatient person, he doesn't want to default on Allen.
Allen thought for a while and felt that there was still enough time, and he didn't want to have too many nights, so he nodded and agreed.
After writing a letter to his father Irving, stating the movement, Allen followed Sirius Black and swaggered away from the Ministry of Magic.
Some of the wizards who saw Sirius on the way did not know what was going on.
"This is the feeling of freedom!" After leaving the Ministry of Magic, Sirius opened his arms and hugged the sky.
Allen looked at Sirius with a smile, especially understanding the feeling of the prisoner who had been hiding from Tibet.
After Sirius calmed his emotions ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The two phantoms were transformed, and they went directly to the Black House's old mansion, No.12 Grimmauld Place.
The old house presented in front of Allen had dirty walls and dark windows.
They walked up the broken stone steps and found that the black paint on the door of the old house had peeled off, covered with left and right scratches.
The silver door knocker is in the shape of a serpentine coiled. There is no keyhole in the door, and there is no mailbox.
"Excuse me, can you borrow your wand?" Black asked.
Allen blinked, removed his wand, and handed it to Black.
Black held his wand and waved it and found it barely able to make some movement. Then he frowned and weighed it down, feeling heavier than he thought, but then shrugged and tapped the door with Allen's wand. a bit. Allen heard the loud sounds of many metal impacts, as well as the clattering of chains.
The door creaked open.
Black returned the wand to Allen.
The two crossed the threshold and entered the almost dark hallway.
Allen smelled a damp, gray smell, and a sweet, rotten smell. This place feels like an abandoned empty house.
Immediately afterwards, he heard a rustling sound, and then a row of old gas lamps on the wall were all lit, casting a dangling unreal light, shining on the long, spooky hallway peeling wallpaper And polished carpets.
A spider-like chandelier overhead shimmered, and some portraits blackened by the ages hung diagonally on the wall.
Allen noticed that the chandelier and the candelabra on a rickety table next to it were made into the shape of a snake.
This old mansion bears a heavy Slytherin mark.
