The members of the Wizengamot stood up and stared at Sirius. *with*dream*small*say .lā..

As if by a tacit understanding, they began to silently sort out their papers, leaving the room, which was both painful and reborn.

After a long time, Dumbledore walked towards Sirius Black.

He leaned down and patted Blake lightly on the shoulder.

Blake raised his tearful face and met Dumbledore's loving gaze.

Although Professor Dumbledore didn't say a word, a strong emotion rose in Blake's heart, making him feel grounded and full of hope.

Blake couldn't help but froze.

Professor Dumbledore tapped him on the shoulder again, nodded, and turned to leave the darkroom.

"Let's go, Alan. Mr. Harris felt it was time to leave.

But Alan didn't move, he pointed to a few rows behind them, a witch sitting in the middle.

Of the few people left, Mr. Harris followed Allen's direction and saw her at a glance.

Short blond hair, wearing a magenta robe, and sucking the tip of a harsh green quill pen.

There is no doubt that this is Rita Skeeter, the chief reporter of the Daily Prophet.

"Daddy, it's a good idea to talk to Fudge before you meet her. I'll leave on my own in a moment. Alan reminded in a low voice.

Mr. Harris nodded knowingly and walked towards Rita.

Alan noticed that Rita Skeeter and Mr. Harris seemed to have a good conversation after a brief moment of consternation.

Alan is not worried that Rita will scribble at all, she is a person who knows the times, and she will not easily provoke those in power.

When Alan and Blake were left in the entire gloomy dark room, Alan still didn't move.

He knew that Blake needed time to regulate his emotions.

It wasn't until Blake staggered to his feet that Alan stepped forward.

Blake raised his sleeves and wiped his face carelessly.

"You shouldn't watch this kind of execution. Blake's gloomy eyes looked at Alan and said seriously.

He felt that although Eren was very strong, he was a minor wizard after all, and he should not witness such a cruel punishment.

"Most people's worries are more than death, and that's true of Voldemort, and so is Peter Pettigrew. The tragedy of the Potters stems from Voldemort's pursuit of eternal life and Pettigrew's fear of death. Alan was half exclaiming, half reminding.

"Death may be a punishment, but it is not atonement. I don't know if this compensation is enough to pay off the debt of thirteen years of mental anguish with the pain of being sucked out of my soul in a few seconds!"

Sirius was also surprised that he had opened his heart in front of a child.

Maybe it's because of his calm temperament and super strength, which really doesn't look like a child.

Alan looked at Sirius' gloom mixed with painful eyes, and replied seriously, "You are right, sometimes justice is not enough to appease people's hearts. ”

In the eyes of the world, Peter Pettigrew received the punishment he deserved, washed away his sins, and perhaps forgiven by Merlin. Alan said slowly.

Blake's brow furrowed.

"If, however, someone inflicts a slow, deep, boundless, and constant pain on me, then I want to take revenge, and I try to inflict the same pain on the other person. As a Muggle famous saying goes: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a hand for a hand, and a foot for a foot. ”

But hatred blinds people, anger also makes recklessness, and those who seek revenge may end up drinking bitter juice themselves. ”

Alan glanced at Blake and continued, "It seems to me that Peter Pettigrew has long been punished for his mistakes. Thirteen years, only as a mouse, hiding in the wizard family, this is not an easy thing. The pain and torment you inflicted on him in your pursuit may far outweigh the damage he would have suffered from receiving a Dementor's kiss. ”

Blake listened to Alan's words, and the pain and resentment that lingered in his heart seemed to be alleviated.

As for the rest of the emotions, it is clear that they will fade over time.

Sirius gave Eren a deep look and abruptly changed the subject, "You have done everything you promised me, and I will keep my promise and fulfill my vow." ”

Hearing this, Alan couldn't help laughing, of course he believed in Blake's character, otherwise he wouldn't have made this agreement with him in the first place.

"Why don't you go with me now?" Sirius said.

Blake is an impatient man, and he doesn't want to owe Alan.

Alan thought about it and felt that there was still enough time, so he nodded in agreement.

After writing a letter to Mr. Harris noting the moves, Alan followed Sirius Black and swaggered out of the Ministry.

When I saw Sirius's wizards on the way, I was all horrified.

"That's what it's like to be free!" After leaving the Ministry of Magic, Sirius opened his arms and embraced the sky.

Alan looked at Sirius with a smile, especially understanding how the prisoner, who had been hiding in Tibet, was feeling at the moment.

After Sirius calmed down, the two of them apparitioned and went straight to the Black family's old home, 2 Grimmauld Place.

The old mansion presented to Alan had dirty walls and eerie windows.

They walked up the tattered stone steps and found that the black paint on the door of the old house was peeling off, and there were scratches on the left and right.

The silver knocker is in the shape of a large coiled snake. There is no keyhole in the door, and there is no mailbox.

"Can you borrow your wand?" Blake asked.

Alan blinked, removed his wand, and handed it to Blake.

Blake tapped lightly on the door with his wand in his hand. Alan heard the loud sound of many metal crashes, and a rattling sound like a chain.

The door creaked open.

Blake returned the wand to Alan.

The two crossed the threshold and entered the almost dark foyer.

Alan smelled a wet, dusty smell and a sweet, rotting smell. The place feels like an abandoned empty house.

Then he heard a rustling sound, and then a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall came on, casting a flickering unreal light on the peeling wallpaper and polished carpet of the long, eerie foyer.

A spider-web-like chandelier flickered overhead, and portraits blackened with age hung crookedly on the walls.

Alan noticed that the chandelier and the candelabra on a rickety table next to it were made in the shape of a large serpent.

This old mansion bears a heavy Slytherin stamp.