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"What are you waiting too long, killing me, like betraying my father?" Harry cried out a little hoarsely. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Harry struggled with Sirius's hand, and he struck Sirius the arm with his hand, but it didn't help.

Sirius Black's arm was thin but surprisingly powerful, and Harry had some difficulty breathing, but he still didn't break free of Sirius's arm.

Harry felt a little dizzy, he wasn't using his arm, he couldn't break Sirius's hand at all, he kicked Sirius hard in the ribs with his foot.

Harry's decision seemed to have worked, and Sirius curled up slightly in pain, his hand unconsciously loosening, giving Harry a chance to resist.

Harry gritted his teeth, curled up and slammed into Sirius's arms.

Sirius was caught off guard by a series of blows, and he bent over in pain, which made his wand hand reach Harry's in one fell swoop.

"Expelliarmus (except for your weapons)!"

Ron, who was on the side, finally made a move, he indifferently took out his wand, a disarming spell was undoubtedly fatal to Sirius, he was hit by the disarming charm without accident, and the wand that was originally in his hand also flew out, and he himself was also knocked away by the spell, his body hit the broken wall and made a dull sound.

"Well done, Ron!" said Harry excitedly, turning quickly to grab the wand that had fallen to the ground, as if he couldn't wait.

Blake spread out and fell against the wall, his thin chest rising and falling rapidly, watching Harry slowly approach, Harry's wand pointed straight at Blake's heart. "Are you going to kill me, Harry?" he whispered, a nervous smile on his face, a wisp of blood running down the corner of his mouth, mixed with the ashes on Sirius's face.

Harry was standing in front of Sirius, his wand still pointing at his chest, looking down at him. A blue-black scar was appearing around Black's left eye, and blood was bleeding uncontrollably from his nose.

"You killed my parents. Harry said, his voice trembling slightly, but his hand holding the wand was steady.

Blake glared at Harry with his deep-set eyes.

"I don't deny it," he said calmly, "but if you know the whole story......

"All the details?" Harry repeated, a violent crash in his ears. "You betrayed them to Voldemort, that's all I have to know!

"You must listen to me," said Blake, and now there was an urgent tone in his voice, "if you don't...... Don't understand ...... You'll regret it, I swear, now...... Now I don't have any resistance at all...... But...... But I ...... I don't want you to be so ...... Unclear ......"

"I know more than you think," Harry said, his voice trembling even more, "You've never heard her scream, have you......?" Try not to let Voldemort kill me, and ...... She paid with her life for it, you know what I see every night, sometimes...... Sometimes I'm scared of my own pillows...... And you did that...... You did ......"

Harry's body trembled with the words, and his wand began to brew magic, an extremely unstable aura spreading from the tip of his wand.

Ron's eyes were fiery, to be exact, Peter's eyes, he had been watching it all, Harry and Sirius were fighting, he had the courage to help Harry at the crucial moment, and it was the best choice he could have made.

Kill Sirius, and he will be able to greet the cheers of the crowd as a hero.

He could tear down the damned grave and wear that Sir Merlin medal on his chest, and he would become a legend, lurking in order to protect his friend's offspring, and then jumping out at the right time to defeat the vicious Death Eaters, his story would become a legend in the wizarding world, he could publish a book, and he could rightfully become Harry's godfather.

Even, because of his glorious deeds, he can become a professor in this ancient school, and no one is more qualified than him in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class. And the ruins that the Dark Lord had spoken of, these would be in his pocket.

As long as Harry's wand was a few centimeters above him, or if he released the magic contained in the wand and aimed it at Sirius's heart, it was easy, though not as quick and effective as the Avada Spell, but it was enough.

Peter looked at Harry with some excitement, but Harry was reluctant to make a move, and the magic power was hidden all the time, and gradually, Peter became a little impatient, ruthlessness is the key to success, and Harry obviously does not have this quality at the moment.

The sudden sound of footsteps downstairs startled Peter, who was about to ask Ron to say something, but the sudden visitor made him dismiss the idea.

"It's that damn imp again!" Peter thought to himself, but he restrained himself, now that the imp had also come, Sirius's defeat was a sure thing, four wands, and Peter didn't think Sirius would be able to run out under the attack of four wands.

The door was slammed open, and it was the belated Van Lin and Hermione who entered.

They weren't too anxious in the first place, Sirius still had some strength, and they didn't think Sirius would fail, so they didn't run like Harry on the way here.

However, the mirror image in front of him was obviously beyond Van Lin's expectations, Sirius was lying on the ground, his mouth and nose were covered in blood, and Harry and Ron were holding their respective wands aimed at Sirius, and Harry's wand was near Sirius's heart, and the halo of magic continued to spread outward.

"Ah......h

Van Lin frowned, he didn't have time to think about it, he had to remove Sirius's life threat first, or things would go bad.