Ai Wen climbed up the dark stairs to the second floor, the blue-black old wooden floor creaked under his feet, and owls circled overhead from time to time.
The layout of the second floor of the post office is similar to that of the first floor. There are owls everywhere, and codes of various colors are marked on the shelves under them.
Crookshanks was lying on a semi-circular balcony, and it whined loudly when it saw Ivan, expressing its satisfaction.
Wait a minute, where's Sirius Black? !
Aiwen suddenly realized something, he turned around quickly, and in the shadow of the staircase aisle behind him, a black figure rushed out.
In the next second, Aiwen was thrown to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.
A few gray long-eared owls spread their wings and flew to a higher place, looking dissatisfied at Ivan and the huge black dog covered in rough hair on his body.
Sirius Black jumped lightly and took the wand from Ivan's hand.
His body was changing rapidly in mid-air, and when Black landed on the floor again, Ivan saw a middle-aged man exactly like the one on the Ministry of Magic wanted notice: a mess of dirty, tangled hair hanging down to his elbows, There was no light in the eyes hidden in the deep dark sockets, and the waxy skin clinged to the skeleton of the face, looking like a skull.
"You're too careless, kid!" Black held Ivan's wand tightly, grinning with yellow teeth, "Don't resist, because you are Harry's friend, I will only use the Oblivion Curse on you , Erase all the memories about me in your head."
Black's voice was low and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
"Listen, I need to talk to you, Sirius!" Ivan whispered, "I have no intention of resisting, you can hold my wand, if it makes you feel safer."
"Hmph, safety means nothing to me!" Black sneered with a hint of sarcasm on his face, "If you're like me, you've been imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years for a trumped-up charge, and hundreds of Tortured by thousands of dementors, thinking about the darkest memories in your head, and enduring the inner torment of killing your best friend all the time, you will also completely forget the feeling of fear and fear."
"That sounds really bad." Ivan said worriedly.
"Do you know how I made it through?!" Black's expression suddenly became a little ferocious, "It's revenge, it's the power of revenge that keeps me awake, so I didn't become a walking dead like everyone else."
"Maybe I can help you and help you complete your revenge." Ivan sat up from the ground.
"Help me?!" The smile on Black's face grew stronger, and the wand in his hand pointed steadily at Ivan, "I don't think so, you'd better stay calm and don't play tricks with me, since this year After the first meeting in the Muggle world in August, I have been observing you for the past few months, and I know your actual magical level, which is really surprising, I am at your age, but I don't have your strength."
"Thank you for the compliment, if I'm really as powerful as you said, the situation shouldn't be like this now!" Ivan paused, then continued, "But I really want to help you, remember that on Halloween, we are banning Is it the second meeting with Lin Bianbian? I was the one who covered your escape, otherwise you would have been discovered by Professor Lu Ping long ago!"
Ivan secretly gathered magic power. Since he saw Tom Riddle use Ron's broken wand to release the spell last semester, he has been studying wandless casting.
Although I found a lot of theoretical books in this area in the library, it is extremely difficult to operate in practice. Aiwen has practiced for nearly a year, but he can only control his magic power to emit a little light, which is far worse than the impact caused by the little wizard's magic power riot and loss of control. Not to mention using a full magic spell.
This light is of no help in actual combat, but it may be able to distract Black by surprise.
Aiwen has to be careful, if the communication is unsuccessful, this is his last resort to save his life, and he doesn't want to be turned into an idiot by Black's Forgetting Curse.
"If it weren't for you, I would never have been discovered." Black snorted coldly, and his wand shone slightly, "Also, I don't need anyone's help!"
He swung his wand, but Alvin was faster than him.
Magic power spewed out of his body, a dazzling white light flashed past, like a dazzling lightning, Blake closed his eyes subconsciously.
Hundreds of owls soared into the sky, and the entire second floor was in chaos.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ivan suddenly got up from the ground, and he slammed into Sirius Black fiercely. Although he was short and thin, he was far from being a match for the tall Black, but the sudden strong light , which caught Blake off guard.
He didn't raise his wand in time, and Ivan grabbed Black's wand-holding hand with one hand, forcing the end of the wand to change direction; the knuckles of the other hand hit the side of Black's head, and the two fell back. Fall, knock against the wall.
The heavy impact finally woke Blake, and the wand in his hand sent a red light into the air, only inches from Ivan's face.
Evan could feel the shrunken arm writhing frantically under his fingers, but he held on tight, and with his other hand he slammed every part of Blake's body within his reach. .
Black was stronger than him, and with his free hand he found Alvin's throat.
Just when Ivan felt desperate, Crookshanks, who had been lying on the balcony, suddenly jumped over to join the fight, and both of its front paws sank deeply into Black's arm.
Black snorted in pain, and let go of Ivan. He wanted to throw Crookshanks away, but failed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ivan punched Black hard in the stomach, and Black was in pain. curled up and let go of his wand.
Ivan held his wand and stood up quickly. He held the wand and pointed it at Black's chest, looking down at him.
Black sprawled against the wall, his thin chest heaving rapidly.
"Well done, Crookshanks!" Ivan gasped.
Crookshanks let out a soft cry, and jumped back onto the window sill, as if completing a trivial task, the owl landed back in mid-air.
Aiwen looked at Blake, his old handsomeness could be vaguely seen on his skinny and sallow face. Twelve years in prison had made his character cold-blooded. Before he killed Peter Pettigrew, he would not trust anyone, nor Will not need any help.
As a lone avenger, he wants to catch Peter by himself.
He was now even worse than a cat in trusting other people.
"I underestimate you. You are much better than I imagined. You can cast spells without a wand. I haven't seen a wizard learn this skill for a long time." Black's sneer sneered again. What to do, the Aurors handed over to the Ministry of Magic or those dementors?!"
"I repeat, I just want to help you, believe it or not!" Ivan wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and a few sparks appeared from the tip of his wand, "If you like this way of communication, we will Communicate like this."
"Speaking of which, I really want to thank you!" Black said calmly, "Thanks to the "Hogwarts Wizardry" you ran, Fudge gave me a copy of the newspaper when he visited Azkaban. There's a picture of him presenting some of you with a special contribution award. On the front page of the newspaper, on that boy's shoulder, I recognized him immediately, how many times I've seen him transform, he's still alive, he's still alive Staying at Hogwarts, with James and Lily's son... I escaped from Azkaban that night because I knew I had to kill him, and that's what I could make up for The only way to do your own fault, even if it's in the face of death."
Blake's body trembled slightly, and his voice was somewhat tragic.