Chapter 223 (1/2)
”Are you going to kill me?” Sirius smiles, his mouth is full of blood foam, mixed with a strange smile on his face, giving people a feeling of madness.
”In fact, that's what I was going to do...” He laughed, and a newspaper fell out of his arms. It was a picture of Harry's men, and Ron was holding the shivering mouse in his hand.
”You did to Harry...”
”I did it to Harry?” Sirius snatched it. ”Even if you kill me, I can't do anything to Harry. I'm still his godfather.”
”Do you remember? You even know you're Harry's godfather? Who murdered his father and killed his best friend The godfather? ” Lupin asked, his magic suddenly contracted. A wisp of blood flowed from Sirius's mouth, mixed with the black ash on his face. Sirius looked so shabby at this time.
”Do you believe in those fools of the Ministry of magic?” Sirius screamed crazily, ”they don't know where to hide when fighting Voldemort, and then they dare to jump out at the end of the game, scum...”
”At least they got you, didn't they?” Lu Ping said, ”I want to take you to Dumbledore...”
After that, Lupin sighed softly, ”you shouldn't come out. If you stay honest in Azkaban, it's good for everyone. However, when the dark devil wants to come back again and again, he tries his best to escape from Azkaban. Then I'm sorry, I want to wait for you, and only death is left. You can go down there with lily and James· Potter, explain it
”In fact, I was going to do that at first, but I saw him.” Sirius Black pointed to the old newspaper where Harry was still whispering to Vaseline.
”You are so loyal, you scum...”
”I don't mean Harry I mean the boy next to him, the one with the mouse in his arms! ” Sirius said a little manic.
On the screen, Ron is excitedly allowed to be photographed by the reporter of the Daily Prophet, which seems to be a matter of considerable face.
”You mean Ron Weasley?” Lu Ping asked, ”don't you even want to let go of his friends?”
”My God, don't you see that?” Sirius was very upset. ”I mean the mouse in his hand. Pettigrew, the goddamn Wormtail
”What do you say?” Lu Ping said with a smile, ”Wormtail has been killed by you, but you still have his idea...”
”If you look at it for yourself, you will know that the mouse, missing a thumb, has been at Weasley's house for 12 years Where can there be such a long-lived mouse, and his Animagus I helped him become, how can I admit that I am wrong
Lu Ping waved gently. It was the newspaper of last semester. The Daily Prophet specially reported the attack on Hogwarts. They photographed the four men of van Lin, while Ron was holding his mouse.
Lupin looked closer. It was indeed a fat mouse, and, as Sirius said, the spot was missing a knuckle, and it was very similar to Peter Pedro's Animagus.