Chapter 231: Ferocious
As the night deepens, the eleven o'clock bell rings. At this time, the night is bright and the golden moon hangs high.
Meka Anders saw that Ron was already asleep. He got up from the bed, put on a black robe, whispered, turned into a black shadow and jumped out of the window.
The agreed place with Sirius was in the back corridor of the library. Because the light was just blocked by the library of Nuo Da, the corridor was a bit dark, like a cave hidden deep in the mountains.
A flash of black light passed by silently.
The strange bat with purple pupils was already hanging upside down on the ceiling of the corridor. It rolled its eyes and turned into a young man with a calm face.
He glanced at the shadow inside and said, "Come out, Blake."
The soft sound did not sound like human footsteps, and it slowly approached. A big black dog stepped out. It looked at Meka with its black eyes and said in the voice of a middle-aged man:
"I'm really sorry that I had to disturb you."
As the big black dog walked, his figure suddenly grew taller, and he stood upright, transforming into a handsome man with curly hair.
Meka looked at him, smiled, and threw him a bag:
"Peter Pettigrew is in there."
Sirius subconsciously caught the bag and was startled.
He didn't expect that after the last misunderstanding, the other party could still trust him so much.
Can a teenager really have such a broad mind and tolerance?
Seeing that he didn't speak, Meka raised her chin and said, "You can open it and take a look."
Only then did Sirius come back to his senses. He looked at the gray bag in his hand, and the tragic death of James and Lily he saw that night flashed through his mind. He thought of the countless times he had imagined in Azkaban over the past ten years. revenge scene.
With trembling hands, he slowly untied the bag, and by the moonlight, he saw a familiar figure huddled in the dark corner.
This figure was so familiar that he couldn't help but grit his teeth. His teeth were like knives being sharpened on a millstone, making a disturbing sound.
The figure in the corner seemed to hear the voice. He quickly looked up and saw a pair of eyes filled with hatred, staring at him.
Peter Pettigrew's voice trembled as he said: "Little...Sirius..."
"Long time no see, Peter Pettigrew..." Sirius stared at him, making a barely undulating sound.
But the less ups and downs there are, the more people can hear that he is enduring some kind of impulse.
This impulse is like a rising flood on a river embankment. Once there is even a slight gap in the embankment, it will be instantly washed away by the flood.
"I...this is not my fault, Sirius...my dear friend, listen to me..."
Peter Pettigrew seemed to understand what he was about to face. He stood up hurriedly and wanted to say something for himself.
But the light above his head suddenly stopped and disappeared, along with the face that frightened him.
He suddenly lost the opportunity to talk and explain, and collapsed on the ground. After being stunned for a long time, he finally started sobbing in fear.
Outside, Sirius put the cloth bag into his arms and looked across at Meka Anders, a genius wizard who was too young.
The scene of the last time he made things difficult for the other party flashed through his mind. The excitement, hatred, and gratitude that the enemy finally caught his hand were intertwined with the guilt at this time, forming an extremely complex emotion.
He pursed his lips and said:
"I apologize again for my rudeness last time."
"Thank you very much for your trust in entrusting Peter Pettigrew to me. You may not know how important this matter is to me..."
Meka watched as a free and easy person like him turned into a confused look at this moment.
He shook his head and said with a smile: "I've got the things, then I'm leaving."
He took a few steps, suddenly remembered something, turned around and said:
"Harry, like his father, is particularly passionate about Quidditch. You can give him a broomstick. As for me, I have been worrying about what style of robe to choose recently. I am a little tired of wearing black..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the boy's figure disappeared, and a black bat jumped into the sky.
Sirius stared blankly at the figure quickly disappearing in mid-air.
He really didn't expect that the other party would do him such a big favor after being misunderstood by him, but only asked for a robe in return.
"Perhaps, he didn't even want to return the favor at all. He just said this to take care of my face as a prisoner..." Sirius smiled mockingly to himself.
Seeing that the black shadow was no longer visible, he turned around and walked into the darkness, touched the cloth bag in his arms, and felt as if a fishy fire was gushing out in his heart, almost breaking his chest.
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"The promise made by Principal Phineas Black three years ago has been fulfilled..."
The bat that Meka transformed into fell in front of the long table and returned to his appearance as a young man.
In fact, he cannot be said to be very open-minded. Last time he held back his anger and did not fight with Sirius. This time, he sent Peter Pettigrew to Sirius without asking for anything in return, just for a promise made three years ago. .
Three years ago, Principal Phineas Black donated his legacy to himself because of a verbal promise he made.
You know, Principal Phineas is one of the few people he has seen who can completely get rid of the influence of that space, and can even kick himself out of the mind space. Therefore, it stands to reason that as long as he doesn't want to give it, even if he has No matter how much he left behind, it would never be Mekar's turn.
But if he gives it, then the promise becomes effective.
In his previous life, Meka didn't like people who didn't keep their promises, so he naturally wouldn't break his promises. Therefore, the entrustment to Principal Phineas was recorded for three years.
Now that the promise is fulfilled, I feel inexplicably relaxed and happy.
Meka changed out of her robe, took out Bithia's self-portrait, and placed it on the long table.
The moonlight came in from the window and fell on this oil painting, illuminating the short mixed-race fairy in the painting as if every detail was revealed.
The white wall above Bithiya's head was still covered with the blood-red rose he painted last time. Under the light, the blood-red rose seemed to be integrated with the oil painting and became particularly delicate.
Meka took out the wand from her arms and held it up in her hand, recalling in her mind the 'Portrait into Spirit Spell' that Bithia had given her, as well as the fairy language she had learned from Professor Flitwick.
He pointed his wand at the bloody rose on the wall and chanted:
"Chicosiamo'o, Molupedal..."
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Sirius suppressed the murderous intention in his chest and came to an attic above the trophy display room.
The attic windows were closed with wooden bars, and only a little light could get through the gaps and leak into the room that was full of old things and cobwebs.
He closed the door, took out a gray cloth bag from his arms, turned his hand over, and a figure fell out in embarrassment.
Peter Pettigrew put his hands on the ground. As soon as he saw the light on the ground, he immediately realized that he had been thrown out of the bag, and he quickly shouted in panic:
"James' death has nothing to do with me, Sirius. It was just a trick played by the mysterious man on you and me..."
No one in the room responded to him, only the heavy breathing echoed in his ears, like a beast.
His eyelids were shaking wildly, he lay on the ground and raised his head, and saw that half of Sirius's face illuminated by the light was particularly ferocious, like James after death.
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