Chapter 208 Sirius, I’M Here To Negotiate Terms
Changing back to his original form does not release the vines from their restraints.
Under the heavy binding, Sirius could only hold himself up with difficulty and stared at Levin, full of surprise and vigilance.
He didn't expect that he had escaped the Auror and the Dementor, but he would have fallen on this young man who was at least fourteen or fifteen years old.
Feeling the strong restraint all over his body, Sirius wisely gave up the idea of direct confrontation for the time being, and looked around calmly, looking for opportunities to escape.
Jiao said fiercely:
"Congratulations, kid. You captured Sirius Black, the most notorious prisoner in Azkaban. When are you going to take me to collect the bounty?"
"The small bounty alone does not motivate me to work for the Ministry of Magic." Levin took back his wand and looked directly at the thin, haggard man in front of him.
"I came here specifically to find you!"
Sirius didn't understand what Levin meant, but he soon found out,
A name slowly came out of Levin's mouth:
"Peter Pettigrew!"
Upon hearing this, Sirius's pupils shrank and he struggled violently, but the strong vines firmly dispelled his impulse.
Only then did he calm down again,
But his deep-set eyes were full of madness.
"Where did you know this name?" Blake asked word for word.
At the same time, various thoughts flashed through his mind,
Since the strange little wizard in front of him did not intend to hand himself over to the Ministry of Magic, and he knew that Peter Pettigrew,
There is only one truth -
The other party is here to kill me!
Maybe he is a relative of Peter, or maybe this little wizard's family died in the big explosion thirteen years ago, and now he is looking for revenge!
After all, only he and Peter know what happened back then...
Thinking of this, Sirius looked desperate.
But Levin thrust a newspaper into his hands.
Blake took a closer look and saw the front page of the Daily Prophet.
That was not the issue with his wanted order and bounty, but an earlier one, the one in early July.
It said that the Weasley family won the annual award and planned to use the money to travel to Egypt. It also included a family photo of Weasley.
In the middle of the family portrait is the youngest son, Ronald, with his pet rat Spotted on his shoulder.
The mouse is missing a finger from its right front paw.
Blake's chest rose and fell more violently. If he hadn't been tied up, he would have pounced on him immediately and tore off the photo from the newspaper.
But now, he could only stare viciously at Banban in the photo, as if he could eat it alive.
Then he looked at Levin and his tone softened a lot:
"Boy, how much do you know?"
"It's much more than you think." Levin said in an ethereal tone: "I saw it from your Marauder's Map. At that time, I was very surprised why there was always a next to Ronald's name. Peter Pettigrew, I later determined its true identity, a rat, an illegal animagus like you."
"Then things get very interesting here. Why does a hero in the eyes of everyone, a recipient of the first-class medal of Sir Merlin, turn into a pet mouse and hide among the friends of his best friend's son? The Dark Lord is obviously dead. It has been more than ten years, what is he afraid of? Maybe you can give me the answer?"
In fact, although Levin also borrowed the Marauder's Map from the Weasley twins, he knew about Peter from his previous life.
The reason why I say this is just to find a reason for my own intelligence source.
"He is a liar, a coward, a coward, he betrayed our trust!" Sirius shouted, his voice hoarse and angry, "He is the real secret keeper, he is the betrayer! He killed James And Lily!",
"I guess so." Levin nodded, "But calm down, Blake, maybe I can help you catch him!"
"Why?" Blake looked at the little wizard.
Although he already believed that the other party was not here to catch him, his experience of being betrayed still made Black vigilant.
"Because Black is an ancient pure-blood family, the one with the most complete inheritance and the best development among all the twenty-eight holy families - this was the case until the rise of the Dark Lord.
Levin smiled slightly and revealed his purpose.
"I guess this ancient family has a rich accumulation, and you are its only heir."
Sirius Black immediately understood what the boy meant, relaxed a little, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you want, the wealth of the Black family?"
"No, no, no, I don't need the Black family's money." Levin waved his hand, denying Black's superficial thoughts, "I have countless money myself, I am not interested in money, and I never care about money when I make friends. After all, no one is as rich as me."
What Levin said is true. Since he got the Philosopher's Stone, he has never been short of money.
Today, there are still more than 100 kilograms of gold hidden under his tower.
Blake looked at the boy and believed what he said.
As the heir to a large family, even if he had been imprisoned in Azkaban for decades, he could tell at a glance that nothing in the other party's outfit was cheap.
Such a little wizard is qualified to say that.
But this left Blake a little confused: "Then what do you want?"
Apart from money, he really couldn't think of anything worth plotting against the Black family.
But Levin immediately made his superficiality clear to him:
"What I want is knowledge." Levin said seriously: "Specifically, all the treasures accumulated in the history of the Black family, especially all the books.
Even after obtaining the Arcana Master profession, he doesn't need to worry about learning magic at all.
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After all, you can learn all the core arcane magic by leveling up.
But this does not prevent him from pursuing more knowledge in other aspects.
Understanding and collecting knowledge is addictive.
In the collection of books in the magic world, there are a large number of unique copies, personal records, and magic books that cannot be copied.
There is no library that can contain most of the books—not even Hogwarts.
This means that a collection collected through the efforts of generations of pure-blood families should contain many things that cannot be seen from the outside.
"You want these?" Blake still couldn't believe it. He even felt that the other party wanted a little less.
As expected of a Gryffindor, the wild boar can't eat fine chaff.
"But if you let me go, I can definitely find a way to catch it myself."
Blake still didn't want to take revenge in vain.
But Levin ruthlessly exposed his illusion: "No, you can't."
"After Halloween, you have been alerted. Hogwarts has put a tight defense on you. You can't bypass all the checkpoints and enter the Gryffindor lounge to capture Peter Pettigrew.
"They don't know the truth. You are a wanted criminal in everyone's eyes. Dumbledore will capture you, Professor McGonagall will capture you, Snape would like you to die, and Professor Lupin will regard you as an enemy. Even your dearest friend will capture you." James' son, Harry, also thinks you are an enemy who betrayed his parents."
"You see, no one is on your side, and you want to break through their obstacles and find Peter Pettigrew deep in Hogwarts?"
"What's more, he could blow up a street of Muggles back then, and now he can blow up Hogwarts. Even - directly kill Harry Potter! You have to know, Harry and his master Ronald Weasley live in the same house. In the dormitory, they have been eating and sleeping together for more than two years!"
The more Levin spoke, the lower Blake's head dropped.
Poor Sirius, Ye Wen stabbed his fragile heart again and again.
Finally, Black gritted his teeth and agreed to the deal: "Okay... I will believe you once. If you can successfully bring it over, I will give you all the books and treasures of the Black family."
"Then, the deal is done." Levin nodded, waved his hand to loosen the vines, and his tone became much calmer.
"Then, as an ally and Harry's friend, I suggest you take a good rest here and don't act recklessly. You need to be alive to make Peter Pettigrew pay the price, and you need to be alive to complete the deal."
After that, he took out a large box of chocolates from his pocket.
"I bought this in Hogsmeade some time ago, and now it's cheaper for you. If you can stay here patiently, I will bring you supplies every once in a while."
After that, the boy waved his hands and screamed.
Black was left alone, sitting in the corner in a daze. .
