Chapter 233 Fission

In the painting under the moonlight, the half-blood goblin in the pointed hat opened his eyes, adjusted his hat, looked around leisurely, and finally his eyes fell on the face of the handsome boy opposite.

He said: "Did you revive me, young man?"

Meka Anders looked at him and spoke, but there was no movement in the space in his mind, which made him a little confused. Did something go wrong in the process of awakening the spirit in the painting?

He stared at the little man in the painting for a long time and asked: "Are you the goblin wizard Bixia?"

"It's the half-blood goblin wizard Bixia." Bixia solemnly corrected him, "I have half human blood and half goblin wizard, so I can't be considered a goblin wizard."

Quite rigorous. Meka wondered, this spirit in the painting can speak and think, there is obviously no problem, why hasn't the legacy been obtained yet?

Just thinking about it, Bixia on the opposite side spoke: "Say a few more words, my mind is still a little chaotic, I have to chat with people more, otherwise I will change back."

Change back... What does it mean?

Meka pondered, "Is the awakening ritual of consciousness not over yet?"

Bixia nodded with a look of 'teaching'.

So that's the case. Meka thought for a moment and said, "Can I ask a question?"

Bixia nodded, "Of course, go ahead."

Meka asked, "I know that the spirit in the painting is different from the actual soul. Why is the original Bixia so persistent in awakening the spirit in this painting?"

Bixia pondered for a moment and said, "I am indeed not the real him, but I know a little bit about him."

Meka waited for his final words.

Bixia said seriously, "Because he originally planned to awaken the spirit in the painting, but he was delayed by trivial matters when he was halfway through the painting, and finally died without completing it. Think about it, how can you give up halfway through a thing that is halfway done?"

Meka was stunned. He felt that this sentence seemed to make sense, but why did it feel inappropriate to use it here?

He touched his chin and asked in confusion, "Just because of this?"

Bixia looked at him strangely, "What else? Isn't it common sense not to give up halfway? I usually have to lick the oil off the plate when I eat a steak. What's so strange about him not being able to finish the painting and dying with his eyes open?"

Meka was speechless, confirming that he was a veritable obsessive-compulsive patient.

He was about to continue looking for a topic, when he suddenly saw a layer of water-like light passing over the portrait. The whole portrait seemed to have something more, and even Bixia in the painting had a more lively look in her eyes.

With a buzzing sound in his mind, Meka closed his eyes, and a hot current surged into his mind.

In the darkness, he seemed to see a ball of flame swirling into a ball, and deep red lines appeared from nothing, crawling all over the fireball. The next moment, the fireball split into two and disappeared.

Meka suddenly opened his eyes and raised his right hand.

With a whoosh, a spark expanded and turned into a ball of scorching flames.

As soon as he thought about it, the flames split into five small fireballs, burning on the fingertips of his five fingers.

Meka stared at this scene, a little surprised:

"Is this fission?"

"It turns out that by improving the proficiency of the fire spell, several small fireballs can be separated, but it is not so smooth and easy, as if it can be done with a thought. I even feel that even the compound spell "Flame Bow" can achieve this level."

"Is this the talent of the goblins?"

Bixia looked at the fireballs burning on his five fingers and curled her lips: "What's so strange? You don't have to think that this is the talent of the goblin clan. It has nothing to do with them. It's simply the personal talent of my half-blood goblin wizard Bixia."

Meka was stunned when he heard it. Can he hear my thoughts?

He asked tentatively: "Legislence?"

Bixia scratched his ears and said indifferently: "I don't know what Legilimency is, but it's not difficult to hear the voice of the heart. I created a spell when I was young and did it."

When I was young? This might be the resurrection of someone who is comparable to the former headmasters of Hogwarts...

Meka was salivating over this spell. It was a high-level and niche magic, so few people knew it. The only known ones were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape, and Salazar Slytherin.

And these three were all top wizards.

He was about to ask if he could learn this spell from Bissia, when he saw Bissia looked up at the sky outside and said:

"I'll go to other paintings and meet new friends."

"Come back later."

As soon as the voice fell, the short wizard in the portrait disappeared.

Meka was stunned, and he shook his head and laughed.

He put the portrait away, and then heard Ron's movement on the bed, and quickly lay back on the bed and pretended to sleep.

...

In a loft of Hogwarts.

Harry pushed open the door and pointed his wand at Sirius, who had a hideous look and blood on his face.

This blood was not from Sirius, but from Peter Pettigrew, who was covered in blood.

Harry took a deep breath and walked into the room full of mold and blood. Hermione glanced at the blood on the ground and followed Harry with a vigilant look.

Hermione also raised her wand, looked worried, and whispered in Harry's ear: "Be careful."

Harry hummed and looked up at Sirius Black, who he had only seen on the wanted poster.

He stared at the bloodstains on Sirius' face and said:

"Ron said you saved him once. I thought I misunderstood you. It seems that you are just as the newspaper said, you are an out-and-out murderer."

Sirius looked at the wand he pointed at him, and then at Peter Pettigrew on the ground, feeling an inexplicable fire in his heart that had nowhere to vent.

James's child pointed the wand at him for James' enemy... He thought that if it were anyone else, he might fight back with the wand without hesitation, roaring at the other party to get out. If the other party kept blocking, Then he might really kill him.

But unfortunately, this person is Harry, the child James left in this world, and the person James entrusted him to take care of.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them again. His face had returned to calm, and he asked:

"You stopped me to save him? Do you know who he is?"

Harry glanced at the short, bald figure on the ground. When he looked outside, because of the light and the short size of the figure, he just thought it was a student traveling at night, so he did not hesitate to use 'Expel' You arms'.

Now he could see clearly that this was also a middle-aged man. Like Sirius Black, he should have broken into Hogwarts without permission.

To be honest, he felt a little regretful about confronting a murderer for a stranger whose origin was unknown and who might be unfriendly to Hogwarts.

But now the arrow is on the string and must be fired.

Harry looked at Sirius and said honestly: "I don't know who he is, but since he doesn't deal with you, I think he should be worth saving, and no one's life should be taken away easily. "

Sirius suppressed the anger in his heart. He knew that getting angry at this time would not solve the problem, but would instead cause discord between James' children and himself.

As he thought about it, he smiled, but his blood-stained face looked a little ferocious:

"You look so much like James. They are both the same good old guy."

"But you and I are not enemies. Your father and I were once friends."

He finally stared at Peter Pettigrew on the ground, put away his wand, and expressed his kindness to Harry.

James? Father? Harry was stunned when he heard this: "Are you friends with my father?"

Sirius nodded: "James and I were both students at Hogwarts. Speaking of which, I hugged you when you were born. I didn't expect you to be so old now."

Harry looked at his face and found that what he said was very calm, and it didn't seem like he was lying.

Watching him put the wand into his arms again, his mind was a little confused for a moment, and even the hostility and vigilance in his eyes were reduced.

He asked: "Then what did you come to Hogwarts for?"

Sirius watched him stop pointing the wand at him and spoke again:

"I came to Hogwarts this time for two things. One is to help James avenge..."

Before he finished speaking, Peter Pettigrew on the ground suddenly turned around and hugged Harry's leg, crying loudly:

"Are you James' child?"

"He is not a good person. Thirteen years ago, he was the one who informed the mysterious man and killed your parents. That was why he was imprisoned in Azkaban."

"Now he comes to Hogwarts to kill you on the orders of the mysterious man."

"I'm here to inform you. I am James' true friend!"

Harry was stunned when he heard this.

The next moment, he suddenly raised his wand and pointed it at Sirius again.

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