Harry didn't choose to wait, he managed to crawl out into the hall as quietly as he could. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info climbed the crumbling staircase again.

Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, but not on the floor, something had been dragged upstairs, leaving a wide, shiny mark on the floor.

Harry walked to the dark landing.

"Nox!"

Harry had a word, and the light at the end of Harry's wand vanished.

Only one door was open. Harry sneaked over and heard movement behind the door: a low moan.

It was Ron's voice, and he seemed to be hurt.

Harry felt that he could not wait any longer, and he took a heavy breath that caused his body to stop shaking from the tension. Harry clenched his wand and quickly turned the spell in his mind, he wasn't sure if his spell would work, but that was the only way it was.

Harry kicked the door open with a single kick, a luxurious four-poster bed with a dusty curtain around it. Ron's body was curled up on the dilapidated couch beside him, his feet stretched out unnaturally, and it looked like the impact had hurt him.

There was panic in Ron's eyes, as if nothing had happened more than a month ago, and that familiar feeling filled Harry's heart, at least, he knew that Ron in front of him was his familiar friend.

However, Harry was still faintly uncomfortable, it seemed that Ron was too scared, even in the face of terrifying trolls and attacking pythons.

"Ron—are you alright?" Harry shouted, hurrying to Ron's side, his wand in his hand, he kept on guard.

"Where's that dog?"

"Not a dog. Ron groaned. He clenched his teeth because of the pain. "Harry, this is the trap ......"

"What-?"

"He's the dog...... He's an Animagus......"

Ron looked over Harry's shoulder. Harry spun around quickly. There was a snap, and the man in the shadows closed the door behind them.

A clump of dirty, tangled hair that hung down to his elbows, if the eyes hidden in the deep, dark sockets didn't glow, he might be a corpse, and the waxy skin clung to the skeleton of his face, looking like a skull. He grinned with yellow teeth, it was Sirius Black.

"Expelliarmus (except for your weapons)!" Sirius's fingers burst out with a relatively faint light, and before he could take away Ron's wand he heard Harry's footsteps chasing after him, he always knew that Harry was following closely, as for Van Lin and Hermione, the girl's speed was really slow, of course Van Lin would take care of his little girlfriend, so it seemed like a good choice to touch Harry's weapon.

"Not unfamiliar yet!" Sirius laughed grimly, a very clever wandless spell, although the power of the spell was small, but it was enough for a little imp like Harry, who lacked actual combat experience.

Sure enough, even if Harry had been holding his wand tightly, nothing had changed, and his defensive spell had not had time to cast it, and Sirius's spell hit Harry first.

Harry saw his wand knocked out of his hand, and he tried to reach out and catch it. Sirius, however, was much quicker than he was, and Sirius took a step forward, snatching Harry's wand away with his hand.

"I think you'll come to help your friend. Sirius said in a hoarse voice. His voice sounded like he hadn't spoken in a long time, and in fact, in order to avoid being exposed, Sirius had to hide here, and the only ones who could keep him company were Van Lin's owl and Hermione's Crook Mountain, and the food they brought with him every time was wired, which made Sirius feel terrible, and the culprit was now hiding in the Weasley boy's pocket.

This made Sirius feel extremely excited, and finally wanted to avenge Lily and James Potter, which was Sirius's greatest wish.

However, when confronted by his godson, Sirius still intends to talk to Harry first, Harry really looks like his parents, Lily's eyes, James's face.

"Your dad would do the same to me. You were so brave that you didn't go to the teacher. I appreciate it...... It's much easier that way......" Sirius said patiently, and although Harry lacked actual combat experience, Sirius was very satisfied with Harry's character, Harry was very similar to him in front of him, just as brave.

And Harry apparently didn't think so.

Sirius's words seemed to taunt his father, as if Black had just shouted loudly. Hatred boiled in Harry's chest, so there was no place for fear to stay. For the first time in his life, he longed for the wand to return to his hand, not to defend himself, but to attack...... Homicide. He lunged forward, not knowing what he was going to do, but suddenly a hand grabbed Harry.

It was Ron, he couldn't seem to remember what he had done, he just wanted to protect Harry now, it was his own will. However, the cold and fear in his eyes did not subside at all.

"If you're going to kill Harry, you're going to kill me too!" he said as if furious, though his face had turned pale, and he was shaking a little as he spoke. Something flickered in Blake's dark eyes.

"Lie down," he said to Ron calmly, "you're going to hurt that leg even more." ”

"Do you hear me?" said Ron feebly, though he was holding on to Harry in pain to get up straight. "You have to kill me first, or I won't let you touch Harry. ”

"There will only be one murder here tonight. Blake said, his smile even wider.

"Why is that?" Harry spat and tried to break away from Ron, but Ron didn't hold on tightly, his body shrank back slightly, and the whole person hid behind Harry, Ron's eyes kept glancing at Harry and Blake's bodies, and every time his eyes touched Sirius, Ron's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Harry was clearly unaware of Ron's move, and he continued, the anger in his tone that could not be concealed, "I didn't care last time, did I? I could have killed so many Muggles without caring to get my hands on Peter Pettigrew...... Crazy in Azkaban, what's the matter?"

"Yes, you're loyal to Voldemort, he killed my parents, and you can't escape this matter, I know it, in Hogsmeade, I heard the conversation between Fudge and Professor McGonagall, so I've been waiting for you, waiting for you to show up again, and then ...... myself Kill you!"

As soon as the words fell, Harry threw himself at Sirius Black, he completely forgot about magic, he forgot that he was just a thirteen-year-old child, his body was thin and small, even Blake was not so strong, but in hand-to-hand combat Harry was not Blake's opponent at all.

However, Harry had a determination to kill him, he had thought of it from the first time he learned the truth of the matter, he had never been so desperate to kill someone, he was angry, he was impulsive, but he was also fierce enough.

Harry's thin body erupted with hatred that was completely inconsistent with his body and age, and this will instantly infected all of Harry's mind, even if he would be hit by a spell, even the Avada Curse would not shake Harry's faith, even if he died on the spot, Harry would definitely pull Sirius Black down to cushion his back.

Sirius seemed to be frightened, and the hatred he felt from the boy was like that of Peter and Voldemort, and even more so than he did to Peter and Voldemort.

He raised Harry's wand in a panic, fearing that his instinctive reaction would kill Harry with some powerful spell.

Harry didn't care about the unusual behavior, he pounced like a nimble monkey, Harry's hand grabbed Blake's hand holding the wand, forcing the end of the wand to change direction, Harry's knuckles of the other hand hit the side of Blake's head, and the two fell backwards, hitting the wall......

Blake's wand sent a spark into the air, just inches from Harry's face, and Harry felt the crumpled arm under his fingers writhe frantically, but he held on, and with his other hand slammed every part of Blake's body that he could reach. But Blake's idle hand found Harry's throat - "Don't. He whispered, "I've waited too long...... and his fingers clenched, Harry breathless, his glasses crooked to the side.

Ron didn't move, he just hid behind and watched in fear at the two men scuffling together, he raised his wand several times, but he wasn't sure who his spell would kill, Harry or Sirius Black, or if he would simply kill them together.

Suddenly, Ron shuddered, his thoughts in disbelief, his eyes flashing with a hint of struggle, as if he was forcing his palm to throw his wand out.

He wanted to go up and help Harry knock Blake down, but his body didn't obey him completely, he took two steps back slightly with his wand, and he sat down on the couch all at once, and his face returned to its normal look, normal for a month.