The trial of the century is over.

The other wizards left.

Sirius Black was already a completely free wizard.

He couldn't remember how he got on the elevator and squeezed together with a dozen wizards, how he reached the ground.

His mind was muddy.

He didn't know what to do or where to go.

It's been too long in Azkaban, and Sirius Black is on the verge of going mad, if not driven insane.

When he escapes from Azkaban, he still has one goal: to find Peter Wormtail and take revenge.

And now, Peter Wormtail has got the retribution he deserves, enjoying the rest of his life in Azkaban.

Sirius Black, on the other hand, regained his freedom.

So he was lost.

That's the consequence of being too liberal.

Even, Sirius Black had a strange, dangerous thought in his mind—he wanted to go back to Azkaban, huddle in the corner of some dark and gloomy cell, and watch the Dementors float around in front of the cell.

Occasionally, when I was cared for by the Dementors, the feeling of the soul being extracted was so familiar, as if carved into the depths of the soul, so ...... Evocative.

Sirius shuddered, wondering how he could have such a thought.

He stepped out of the dilapidated red phone booth.

He held a wand in his hand, this was his wand, which had been confiscated by the Ministry of Magic for more than ten years, but it had not been destroyed. Because Sirius Black was an evil dark wizard who had committed heinous crimes.

So his wand is historical, and therefore has the honor of being thrown in the warehouse to eat ashes.

Now, it's back in his hands.

He looked at the familiar and unfamiliar streets of London, the pedestrians, the Beetle car, and didn't know where to go.

In the underground courtroom, he met Dumbledore and Harry. I wanted to follow them after the case was over. But unexpectedly, as soon as the verdict was announced, the two of them disappeared immediately.

Sirius looked up at the gray sky, and it was dizzying to look at it for just a moment.

"The skies in London are still the same. Sirius muttered.

He held his wand up in front of his eyes, opened his mouth, and ahhh I didn't say any mantras.

One is that he hasn't used magic for too long, and his head is a little rusty.

The second is that he wants to apparition, but he doesn't know where he wants to go or where he can go.

He was a man who was out of touch with Muggle society, wizarding society.

Sirius sighed heavily, and suddenly thought of the only place he could go at the moment.

Sirius walked out of the middle of nowhere, with a phone booth in the middle of nowhere.

A black Porsche 356A with license plate 43-68 drove past Sirius and almost hit him. But the two men in black sitting in the car had cold faces, staring ahead, without the slightest intention of stopping to apologize, Sirius shook his head, and didn't care.

He looked at the café on the corner diagonally opposite the alleyway in front of him, his eyes were a little puzzled, just now he seemed to see a familiar figure flashing by the glass.

But then look at it, it's just a few ladies in hats enjoying their afternoon tea.

Probably an illusion, Sirius Black thought.

He shuffled his heavy footsteps towards a certain place.

A tall man who looked like a bodybuilder blocked his path.

Sirius' expression tightened, and he immediately grasped his wand.

The man in front of him said, "Hey man, are you okay?" ”

Sirius looked blank, not knowing what this Muggle meant, or why he was in his way.

The muscular man thought Sirius was still deaf, he shook his head sympathetically, put his hand in his pocket, touched it, and pulled out a five-pound note: "I think you need some help." ”

Then, before Sirius could react, he had the extra money in his hand.

After stuffing the money, the muscular man was in a good mood and left whistling.

Sirius unfolded the crumpled banknote, which was an elegant-looking woman with a crown.

If Sirius remembers correctly, this Muggle was called****** he and his brother Regulus had broken into Buckingham Palace to scare her when they were young.

But why did the Muggle man give him money?

When Sirius took two more steps and passed by a clothing store, there was a mirror standing in the closet, and in the mirror he saw what he was like, and he understood why others would give him money.

Although the clothes are clean, they are more twisted than the banknotes in their hands, their hair is messy, their beard has not been shaved for I don't know how long, they grow wantonly, and the most important thing is their eyes, which are not lifeless at all, very gray.

His down-and-out appearance was exactly the same as the homeless man he had seen begging on the streets of London, and it should be said that it was more expressive, and if all the beggars in London begged together, Sirius would definitely be among the best. (Author: Has this sentence ever appeared?)

Sirius looked at the money in his hand, and he was a little ridiculous, but it also made him see himself clearly, it turned out that he was like this in the eyes of others, and of course, Sirius didn't want to let himself be like this.

Although he couldn't have been as energetic all at once as he had been thirteen years ago, the idea of his voluntary change had driven away some of his dead air.

He walked fast.

When passing by a bakery, an enticing sweet aroma wafts into your nose.

Sirius shrugged his nose and growled in his stomach.

He felt hungry.

When he knew that today's court was going on, he was so excited that he didn't eat well all day yesterday.

Now he wants to eat something.

As soon as he stepped on the steps, and before he could enter the house, a young girl in uniform inside looked disgusted, waved her hand, and said, "Go out and get out." ”

"I want to buy something. Sirius said.

The girl glanced at Sirius suspiciously, and asked in an uncomfortable tone, "Do you have any money?"

Sirius handed the money over, and the girl picked up the note and looked at it backwards to check if anything dirty was sticking to it.

But she was disappointed, the banknotes were wrinkled, but they were new.

She said impatiently, "What do you want?"

Sirius pointed to a loaf of bread and said, "I want that." ”

The girl quickly put the bread in a paper bag and took it to the cashier.

The cashier girl found another £3 coin for Sirius.

Sirius took a bite of the two-foot-long bean paste bread that had just been taken out of the oven, took another sip of the cheap milk tea that had been given to him, and muttered, "Here's your tip." ”

He pushed the money to the cashier girl who had been smiling, and glanced faintly at the girl who received him.

Then he walked out of the store.

The girl who looked down on Sirius almost vomited blood from this look, and a voice came from the room: "Look what he means, he thinks who is rare for these few pounds, maybe the money was picked up from the ground......"

......

Sirius, after walking past King's Cross Station, walked another 20 minutes or so.

Finally arrived at the destination.

By this time he was already in the northwestern part of London, England.

Here is a lively huge square called Grimmauld Square.

Surrounded by world-class brand stores and large supermarket chains, there are many young people skateboarding and exercising inside the square.

Sirius walked through the grass in the square, across the road, and onto the sidewalk.

He exhaled slowly, puffed out his chest, and thought of the place he hadn't been back to since he ran away from home in 1976 when he was 16 years old: 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Boom...... Chirping...... Rumble...... Boom ......"

There was a continuous noise, but none of the Muggles in the outside world heard what they should do.

To the left of Sirius, is 11 Grimmauld Place, and to his right, 13 Grimmauld Square.

The Muggles who live here have always wondered where is House Twelve, but even the developers here can't answer that question.

When Sirius thought of that place, the twelfth appeared.

If Muggles could see this, they would think they were watching a movie: between houses 11 and 13, a crack suddenly opened, the gap began to expand rapidly, a tattered door appeared out of thin air, then a dirty wall, an eerie window...... Modern buildings on either side were squashed and lined up like sponges, and the last huge building in shadow appeared in front of Sirius.

Sirius hesitated and walked to the door.

......

Note: When I wrote it, I didn't know who was printed on the £5 note. Baidu, Baidu said ******, born in 1926, I have a doubt, who wrote this Baidu? Why only wrote the birthday, it is too inaccurate.

Then, I suddenly realized that the woman with the pound printed on it was still healthy......