Evan climbed the dimly lit staircase up the second floor, the old blue-black wooden floor creaking beneath his feet, and occasionally owls hovered overhead.

The second floor of the post office is similar to the first floor, full of owls, and on the shelves under them, codes of various colors are marked.

Crookshank Hill was lying on a semicircular balcony, and when it saw Aven, it whined loudly in satisfaction.

Wait, where is Sirius Black?!

Avan suddenly realized something, he quickly turned around, and in the shadow of the staircase corridor behind him, a black figure pounced.

In the next second, Evan was thrown to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

A few gray long-eared owls spread their wings and flew higher, looking disapprenantly at Evan and the huge black dog covered in coarse fur on him.

Sirius Black leaped lightly and snatched the wand from Aven's hand.

His body shifted rapidly in mid-air, and when Black landed on the floor again, Evan saw a middle-aged man who looked exactly like the one wanted by the Ministry of Magic: a clump of dirty, tangled hair that hung down to his elbows, eyes hidden in deep, dark sockets that were not shiny at all, and waxy skin that clung to the skeleton of his face, looking like a skull.

"You're careless, boy!" Blake grinned as he gripped Aven's wand tightly, baring his yellow teeth, "Don't resist, for Harry's sake, I'll just use the Oblivion Charm on you to erase all memories of me from your head." ”

Blake's voice was low and hoarse, sounding like he hadn't spoken in a long time.

"Listen, I need to talk to you, Sirius!" Evan whispered, "I'm not going to resist, you can take my wand if it makes you feel safe." ”

"Hmph, safety doesn't mean anything to me!" Blake sneered sarcastically, "If you're like me, you've been imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years on a trumped-up charge, tortured by hundreds of Dementors day and night, with the darkest memories in your head, and the deep torment of killing your best friend all the time, you'll forget all the fears, the feelings of fear." ”

"That sounds really bad. Evan said worriedly.

"Do you know how I survived?!" Blake's expression suddenly became a little hideous, "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, help you get your revenge. Evan sat up from the ground.

"Help me?!" Blake's smile widened, and the wand in his hand pointed steadily at Aven, "I don't think so, you'd better stay honest and don't play tricks on me, I've been watching you for the past few months since we first met in the Muggle world in August this year, and I know your actual level of magic, it's really surprising, I'm not as strong as you are at your age." ”

"Thanks for the compliment, if I were really as good as you say, this shouldn't be the case now!" Evan paused for a moment and continued, "But I do want to help you, remember the second time we met on the edge of the Forbidden Forest on Halloween Eve, I covered your escape, or you would have been discovered by Professor Lupin!"

Evan has been secretly gathering magic powers, and has been studying wandless spellcasting since he saw Tom Riddle use Ron's broken wand to cast spells last semester.

Although he found a lot of theoretical books in the library, it was extremely difficult to operate in reality, and after practicing for nearly a year, Evan could only control his magic power to shine a little, far less than the impact of the little wizard's magic riot and loss of control, let alone use a complete magic spell.

This little bit of light doesn't help in actual combat, but it may be a distraction for Blake.

Evan had to be careful, if the communication was not successful, it was his last resort, and he didn't want to be turned into an idiot by Black's Oblivion Curse.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been discovered. Blake snorted coldly, his wand glowing slightly, "Also, I don't need anyone's help!"

He waved his wand, but Evan was faster than he was.

His magic power gushed out, and a dazzling white light flashed, like a dazzling lightning, and Blake subconsciously closed his eyes.

Hundreds of owls soared into the sky, and the entire second floor was in chaos.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Evan slammed up from the ground, and he slammed into Sirius Black, although he was short and thin, far from being a match for the tall Black, but the sudden bright light caught Black off guard.

He didn't raise his wand in time, and Evan grabbed Blake's hand with one hand, forcing the end of the wand to change direction, and the knuckles of the other hand hit the side of Blake's head, causing the two to fall backwards and crash against the wall.

The heavy impact finally brought Blake to his senses, and the wand in his hand glowed red into the air, just inches from Aven's face.

Evan could feel the crumpled arm under his fingers writhing frantically, but he held on tightly, and with his other hand he slammed every part of Blake's body that he could reach.

Blake was stronger than he was, and his idle hand found Aven's throat.

Just as Evan felt desperate, Crookshan, which had been lying on the balcony, suddenly jumped into the fight, both of its front paws sinking deep into Blake's arms.

Blake snorted in pain and let go of Aven, he tried to shake Crook Mountain away, but he didn't succeed, taking advantage of this opportunity, Aven punched Blake in the stomach a few times, Blake curled up in pain and released his wand.

Evan grabbed his wand and quickly stood up, he held it and pointed it at Blake's chest, looking down at him.

Blake spread out and fell against the wall, his thin chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Well done, Crookshan!" Evan gasped.

Crookhill screamed softly and jumped back on the ledge, as if to finish a trivial trifle, and the owl fell back in mid-air.

Evan looked at Blake, his former handsomeness could be seen on his thin and sallow face, twelve years in prison had made his character cold-blooded, and he would not trust anyone and would not need any help until he killed Peter Pettigrew.

As a lone avenger, he has to capture Peter with his own strength.

He doesn't even have a cat when it comes to believing in other people.

"I underestimate you, you're much better than I thought, wandless spellcasting, it's been a long time since I've seen a wizard learn this technique. The corners of Blake's mouth regained that sneering sneer, "What are you going to do with me, to the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic or to those Dementors?!"

"I repeat, I just want to help you, believe it or not!" Evan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a few sparks coming out of the tip of his wand, "If you like this type of communication, we'll communicate like this." ”

"Speaking of which, I do want to thank you!" Blake said calmly, "thanks to the Hogwarts Wizardry and Wizardry newspaper you ran, when Fudge visited Azkaban, he gave me a newspaper with a photo of him giving special contributions to several of you. On the front page of the newspaper, on the boy's shoulder, I recognized him immediately, how many times I saw him shapeshift, how he was still alive, how he was still at Hogwarts, and that night with Jaime and Lily's son, I escaped from Azkaban, because I knew I had to kill him, and that was the only way I could atone for my fault, even in the face of death. ”

Blake's body trembled slightly, and his voice was a little sad.