Chapter 328: Crazy Sirius

Harry chased after the big black dog, taking every opportunity to cast a spell. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info invisible "air cut!", leaving wounds on the big black dog's body, imprinting blood marks one after another.

Harry's spell was directed at Black's vital point, and his spell was directed towards Black's heart and neck. But Blake had already taken precautions, and he was so adept at dodging Harry's attacks that even the invisible spell couldn't kill him.

Harry didn't understand why the big black dog was chasing Spotted alive and dead, and even willing to endure his attack for it. But he didn't need to know, he only knew that the wound would slow down the big black dog, and the bleeding would drain the big black dog's physical strength. Blake will soon be overwhelmed, and revenge is already within reach.

Spotted fled in a panic, life and death were in an instant, and he was almost under Blake's claws. Now Blake was still following him, and he fled in a hurry.

He drilled wherever he could, he drilled into the grass, he drilled into the little holes, he drilled into the yard. He drilled through the small hole in the door, and he slipped into a room.

Seeing a large room nailed by the door, Harry realized that they had unconsciously circled around and ran to the screaming shed, where the rat-spotted had slipped through the small hole in the door panel into the screaming shed.

Seeing this, the big black dog seemed to froze for a moment, but immediately reacted, and he slipped through a hidden hole and continued to track the mouse spots.

Harry was about to follow him through the hole when a large hand grabbed him.

It was George, he grabbed Harry's hand, and said calmly, "It's not a good idea to check if there are any traps inside, be prepared, and rush straight into the dark wizard's trap." ”

George tapped the ground with his wand, and an invisible wave, centered on his wand, spread like a spreading ripple.

In the sense of the spread of the waves, he sensed the scene behind the door. Sirius Black's big dog was still chasing the rat desperately, and he didn't care about his injuries at all, as if the rat was more important than his life.

Harry couldn't take it anymore, he knew George was doing the right thing, but he was willing to take any risk to avoid Sirius Black's escape.

Seeing Harry's agitation, George said calmly, "He can't run, I've marked him, you might consider capturing him alive, I guess you didn't plan to let him die so easily." ”

With George's assurance, Harry finally held back his emotions, as long as he could catch Sirius Black, it would be fine.

"Crush the Curse!" George waved his wand and made a large hole in the wooden door of the screaming shed, and he strode in.

Harry waved his sleeve to block out the thick dust of the room and silently followed behind George.

It was a dilapidated, messy house, covered with dust, as if no one had lived in it for a long time. All the windows and crevices were nailed with wooden planks, and no light could be revealed. The room was dark and filled with the smell of mildew and dust.

They entered the room through the hole, bypassing the cracked furniture, and they didn't stop all the way, making their way down the hallway. They passed through a dark hallway, through a door, and saw a tattered staircase at the end, which was about to crumble.

"Where is he--" A hoarse voice shouted anxiously from the next room, "where is he?"

George pressed his steps and stood outside the door with Harry, listening to the movement in the room.

Harry felt a pang of irritability, he had never heard this voice before, but at this time, who else but Sirius Black and the Dark Wizard could be? Black was inexplicably tracking a Dark Wizard, this should be his voice.

"What's the matter, didn't I tell you to be careful, why make such a big fuss. A voice reached Harry's ears.

A voice he couldn't believe at all, a voice he knew all too well, and Harry couldn't help but step forward to tell if it was what he remembered.

"Where is he?" shouted the hoarse voice, he couldn't listen to any words, he just had to catch the man, and grab the man at all costs.

"Who the hell is it and who are you looking for. The familiar voice asked impatiently.

Harry's heart was cold, it was the familiar voice in his memory.

"Who else, the one who should have died, and who was alive. The man who has been hiding for twelve years, the one I think about day and night. "I saw him again, and I almost grabbed him, and my teeth almost hit his neck." ”

"I was close to breaking his neck and gnawing off his head. A hoarse voice said hatefully.

"You're crazy, you can't gnaw off his head, you need to capture him alive. The familiar voice yelled anxiously.

"I don't want to capture him alive, I'm going to gnaw off his head, and I have been feeding on rats until I gnaw off his head. The hoarse voice roared angrily.

George was also taken aback by Blake's words, Blake's state was very unusual, he seemed to-

"The Dementors have driven you crazy. The familiar voice had endless grief hidden in its words.

"yes, I've been crazy for a long time. The Animagus transformation can dodge the Dementors, but keeping it for a few months can make anyone go crazy. The hoarse voice laughed maniacally.

And so it was. George silently said in his heart, "No one can maintain the form of Animagus for many years, twelve years in prison, Blake used Animagus to escape the Dementors, but he could not escape the erosion of Animagus itself. He hadn't been devoured by the Dementors, but he had long been driven mad by years of Animagus transformation. ”

"I can't wait to nibble on his head, I can't wait to taste something else. The hoarse voice swallowed heavily and salivated.

The sound of his swallowing saliva and the tone of his voice made everyone feel a chill.

"You can't be like that, you have to go back to being a normal person. The familiar voice said anxiously.

"Put away your preaching, I'm tired of it, I don't want to hide here. I hate it here, I've eaten all the rats here. I still hate the smell here, I can't smell him. A hoarse voice said indifferently.

Previously, he chased after the target he had been thinking about for a long time and chased into the house. He thought he would be able to get his wish right away, but he failed to grasp his goal.

Through the winding passages of the house, the smell of mildew and dust in the house, the rats masked the smell of himself, he lost his dependence on smell, he could not smell his target.

(To be continued.) )