Chapter 109： Lonely Avengers (1/2)
Ai Wen climbed up the second floor along the dim stairs, and the old black wooden floor creaked under his feet. From time to time, an owl flew over the top of his head.
The layout of the second floor and the first floor of the post office is similar. There are owls everywhere. On the shelves under them, the codes of various colors are marked.
Crookshank was squatting on a semi-circular balcony, and it saw Ai Wen screaming loudly, expressing satisfaction.
Wait a minute, where is Sirius Black? !
Ai Wen suddenly realized what he was, and he turned quickly. In the shadow of the aisle behind him, a black figure flung out.
In the next second, Ai Wen was thrown to the ground and splashed with dust.
A few gray long-eared owls spread their wings and flew higher, dissatisfied with Evan and his huge black dog with thick hair.
Sirius Black jumped lightly and took the wand in the hands of Ai Wen.
His body changed rapidly in midair, and when Black fell back on the floor, Avon saw a middle-aged man who was exactly the same as the Ministry of Magic: a dirty, tangled hair hangs down to the elbow. The eyes hidden in the deep, dark eyes are not bright at all. The waxy skin clings to the skeleton on the face and looks like a skull.
”You are too big, boy!” Blake held Ai Wen's wand tightly and grinned with yellow teeth. ”Don't resist, look at you as a Harry friend, I will only use the Forgotten Mantra. , erase all my memories in your head.”
Black's voice is low and hoarse, sounds like it hasn't been spoken for a long time.
”Listen, I need to talk to you, Sirius!” whispered, ”I didn't intend to resist, you can take my wand, if that makes you feel safer.”
”Hey, security doesn't make any sense to me!” Black's face showed a sneer sneer. ”If you are like me, because of an unwarranted charge, you are locked in Azkaban for twelve years, no matter whether it is day or night.” Thousands of dementors are tormented, thinking about the darkest memories in their heads, and always enduring the torment of the innermost friends of their best friends, and you will completely forget the feeling of fear and fear.”
”It sounds really bad.” Ai Wen worried.
”Do you know how I got over?!” Black's expression suddenly became awkward. ”It's revenge. It's the power of revenge that keeps me awake. I don't become a walking dead like everyone else.”
”Maybe I can help you and complete the revenge for you.” Ai Wen sat up from the ground.
”Help me?!” Black's face was more intense, and his wand in his hand pointed firmly at Ai Wen. ”I don't think so. You better be honest, don't move, don't play tricks with me, this year. After I met for the first time in the Muggle world in August, I have been observing you for the past few months. I know that your actual magic level is really amazing. I am not at your age, you have no such strength.”
”Thank you for complimenting, if I am as powerful as you said, the situation should not be like this now!” Avonton said, continuing. ”But I really want to help you, remember that on Halloween, we are banned.” The second time I met Lin’s edge, I covered you to escape, or you were discovered by Professor Lupin!”
Evan secretly gathered magic, and since he saw Tom Riddle in the last semester using Ron's broken wand to release the spell, he has been studying stickless spells.
Although many theoretical books in this field have been found in the library, it is very difficult to operate in reality. Ai Wen has been practicing for nearly a year, but his magic is controlled to emit a little light, which is far less than the impact of the magical riot and loss of control of the little wizard. Not to mention the use of a complete magic spell.
This light does not help the actual combat, but may be distracted by Black.
Ai Wen had to be careful. If the communication was not successful, this was his last life-saving means. He didn't want to be turned into an idiot by Black's Forgotten Mantra.