In the safety table,

It has been amplified a lot by the Traceless Stretching Charm.

The furnishings and layout of the rooms are basically exactly the same as those of the cottages in the village of St. Cachpol.

Blake sat at the oak table, gobbling up his meal.

The dishes on the table were simple, he opened his mouth wide to pick up the rice, he didn't even use the utensils, and grabbed it directly, like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Not far away, William and Hermione snuggled up on a velvet couch, whispering how to reply to Fudge.

Anne lay on the couch with a big grin, her two thin legs resting on William's lap and her feet resting on Hermione's lap.

Her head rested on the bear pillow, and she held a thick hard-shell notebook in her hand, flipping through it.

She looked up slightly, glancing at the kitchen table.

Sirius was holding a small porcelain bowl, and a mouthful of porridge was quickly poured into her mouth, and she immediately burned her whole body, and she gasped.

He was reluctant to spit it out, and after swallowing it hard, he opened his mouth wide and fanned the wind vigorously with his black hands.

The corners of Anne's mouth twitched, and she wondered if this big black was hungry, or was she a little brainless?

When he was a pet before, he didn't see this problem.

Sirius, who had long been accustomed to observing his surroundings, quickly turned his head and smiled at Anne what he thought was 'kind'.

Ragged and sloppy, he showed a mouthful of yellow teeth with missing front teeth, looking like a child trafficker.

When discovered, Anne did not dodge, but glared angrily at him and raised her small fist at him.

As if to warn him, she was watching him!

Sirius scratched her head and tried to talk, but Anne had already slammed her face back.

He smiled wryly and sighed.

I haven't communicated with people for more than ten years, but I have recently had the experience of being a dog, but they are all 'Wangwang'...... There is no way to cope with this situation.

He lowered his head in frustration and continued to gobble, albeit at a slower pace.

Hermione pressed William's ear, spat out hot air, and said proudly, "I'll just say that my cooking skills have improved." ”

William's pen did not stop, but he also nodded like a dog.

Coincidentally, far away, Sirius deliberately had nothing to say:

"To tell you the truth, what I miss the most these days is the baguette that Anne bought, the porridge made by Hermione, and the poisonous dog food that William yours.

Yes, it's similar to today's porridge.

It's boiled, there's no water, it's sticky like rice balls.

The taste is hard to eat at the first time, but savor it carefully...... Tsk, it's even more unpalatable.

But the tube is full. ”

Anne held her face, trying not to laugh out loud. Two feet, on Hermione's lap, dangling happily.

William's face was expressionless, and his left hand quietly pinched his thigh, the pain suppressing the smile.

No, if you laugh now, you'll be killed by Hermione!

Sirius had a broken mouth, still chattering.

"I always thought that Hermione, you were the smartest witch I knew, even more powerful than Lily.

But you're obviously not as good at cooking as her, William, and you'll have to suffer in the future. ”

Hermione's eyebrows were raised, and her eyes flashed dangerously.

"I just think it's delicious."

William didn't know who he was talking to, anyway, it was a serious way:

"It's that you've been hungry for too long, and you can't get used to eating good things."

Hermione clasped her hands to her chest and nodded approvingly.

Sirius rolled her eyes, wiped her mouth, and walked over to the trio.

"What are you looking at?" He was close to Anne.

Anne ignored him and looked at her notebook with a straight face.

He poked his head out and said in surprise, "The Changing Spell...... You're only in the second grade, right? ”

This family is ...... It's terrifying!

"yes, it's hard, level of magic."

Annie repeated Hermione's words earlier.

She put the notebook on her chest and said unceremoniously:

"Will you?!"

"Uh...... This...... I would when I was in school. ”

Sirius smiled kindly again, and his tone was flattering:

"I have a lot of magic books at home, Anne, if you are interested, you can take them all......"

The little girl rolled her eyes even wider, covering Hermione's notebook over her face, not thinking much about dealing with this liar pretending to be a stray dog.

Sirius scratched his head and leaned back towards William and Hermione.

I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it.

The two of them are writing to Fudge!

The letter begins with a concern about the Ministry of Magic's movements, asking him if he has found any traces of Blake.

William pen dragon snake, dragon flying phoenix dance, he also advises Fudge:

Searching for France, the Thunderbird has returned to France, possibly summoned by Black.

That tone, that wording...... Putting facts and reasoning, but not affirming or denying it, it makes people think about it, and it feels like it is true!

Tsk, if it weren't for himself standing here, Sirius would have believed it.

This is a deliberate attempt to mislead the Ministry of Magic.

He is a prudent Lord, awesome!

"Do you know Fudge well?" Sirius wondered.

The two little guys are well acquainted with the head of the French Law Enforcement Department, Kriegan, and he knows it.

During his time as a dog, he saw it with his own eyes, and William and Clegane talked and laughed.

I didn't expect to have contact with the British minister.

"It's just a matter of interest." William's tone was flat, and he motioned for Sirius to sit down.

"Hagrid's Buckbeak is going to be sentenced to death, and Fudge wrote to let me know."

William handed Hermione the quill, motioning for her to continue.

Hermione had imitated his handwriting, and it was already eight or nine points like it, and most people would not notice the difference.

"Ah...... Does that Hippogriff have wings? ”

Sirius sat in front of the couch, his two black hands, and he didn't forget to beat the dust off his body.

"I've heard you mention that on the first day school started, it hit Malfoy...... Now that the death sentence is imposed, do you need to steal?! ”

William looked sideways slightly.

Sirius was really adventurous. Knowing that Buckbeak was sentenced to death, his first thought was to steal.

"No, there's another safer way to transfer it." William shook his head.

Fudge wrote to inform him that he was reminding him, otherwise why would he write a letter.

Although I don't know why the minister is so enthusiastic, but he sent it to the door, William couldn't refuse people thousands of miles away.

"I've always wondered, why did you run away from Luweina?" William asked.

Sirius coughed.

"Because I knew that sooner or later you would find out who I was, so I ran away and mingled for a while at the house of Mopsie, who loved dogs in Hogsmeade."

This is, of course, true. But not exactly the truth.

Can he still say: The three-headed dog, clinging to him all day long, trying to do something unspeakable to him, he ran away?

"By the way, did you receive the Christmas gift I gave?" Sirius smirked.

"You must not have guessed that I sent it, did you?"

Hermione paused, chuckled, and shook her head haughtily.

"Won't you...... Did you guess that? Sirius was stunned.

William spread his hands.

"That's right, your gift, Hermione quickly asked Professor McGonagall to take it for inspection.

She also deduced that you were an illegal Animagus because of those gifts. ”

“……”

No, how can this be deduced? He was so cautious that he didn't leave a message.

Blake scratched his hair, thought for a moment and didn't understand, and then asked:

"The gift...... Are you still satisfied? ”

All three nodded.

"That's good." Sirius breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm afraid you won't like it."

"Where did you get the money to buy gifts? You shouldn't be able to enter Gringotts. William wondered.

"Yes, that's right." Sirius smirked.

"Did I just tell you? I broke with my family when I was sixteen. ”

"My uncle, Alphad, left me a considerable amount of gold - he was also purged from the genealogy, probably for this reason.

He had taken care of that vault, and it was registered in his name.

Didn't I disappear for a day and a night after I followed you back to London?

It was to go to his old house and find the key to the vault.

Later, a letter was sent with the owl of Mopsey. Anyway, Gringotts didn't suspect me. ”

William hummed and tilted his head to see Hermione writing the letter.

"William, can you ......" Sirius hesitated. Let me meet Harry! ”

"Nope." He didn't lift his head and refused. "Harry won't believe you."

"He now feels that you betrayed his parents. If you don't catch Peter as proof, he won't believe you at all. ”

Blake sighed. are also little wizards, people can reason, why can't Harry?

Sure enough, it's not good to be too stupid.

Harry apparently did not inherit Lily's IQ.

"You can hide here for the time being, and I'll take you back to Hogwarts, so it's safer." William said seriously.

"But you have to promise me that you can't leave, you can only stay here."

"If you don't want to, you can stay in the cave."

"Yes." Sirius hurriedly agreed.

William flicked a wand over.

After Blake caught it, he smiled: "Werewolf? ”

"That's right." William said softly.

"It shouldn't be easy, when you have time later, you might as well go to the Ollivander store and get a new wand."

"There's no rush to this." Sirius hesitated for a moment and said, "Do you think Peter escaped from Hogwarts?" ”

"No, he's still in school." William answered in the affirmative.

Sirius didn't know why William was so sure, but he knew that the boy was smart.

At least much smarter than him.

Since William said no, then he didn't.

Sirius leaned back on the couch and said godlessly, "...... Hope to catch Peter. ”

"Of course."

William said so, but in his heart he didn't.

Peter definitely didn't leave, he was Tom's spy, Tom wouldn't let him, so he left empty-handed.

Tom must have given Peter a series of escape plans.

It's really not that easy to catch.

Moreover, Tom likes a sense of ritual, and for him, the dead are very ritualistic.

I don't know who the unlucky guy will be this time.

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