"I don't understand what you're talking about, Clark."

Light footsteps resounded, and they drew closer, and soon, a thin figure stood in front of Clarke.

He had a large honest camera hanging from his slender neck, and he looked very young and immature, and it was none other than Colin Creevey, a second-year Gryffindor student and a full-time photographer for the Hogwarts School Magazine.

"Didn't you tell me to wash out the Quidditch match photos I took today so that I could use them in the next school magazine?"

Colin Creevey glanced at Clark curiously, and asked with a puzzled expression.

Clark stared at his immature face for a long time, until he saw the other man twisting uneasily, and then motioned for him to sit down.

"I did tell Colin to wash the pictures," Clark pushed the tea in front of him, "but he wouldn't have come back so late." ”

"There are a lot of photos...... So I delayed a bit...... I-" Colin Creevey squirmed uneasily and continued to explain.

However, at this time, Clark suddenly diverted the topic.

"You know what? Although the polyjuice decoction is miraculous and can transform a person from the inside out, it cannot change a person's soul.

So, when faced with a psychic master who is proficient in the spiritual magic of the Dementor Mind, Polyjuice Potion often doesn't do much - Sirius Black! ”

"Colin Creevey" was like a frightened bird, his thin body bounced straight off the couch, and rushed out with a "whoosh", and in the blink of an eye, he came to the exit of the Gryffindor common room.

He saw that the door of the common room was still open, and he was overjoyed, and rushed out, and—

Bang!

It's like hitting a solid wall, no!

He just hit a solid wall!

"Colin Creevey"'s face came into direct contact with the wall of the lounge, leaving bright red blood stains on the wall, and the tragic appearance hurt even if Clark saw it.

And not far from the left hand in front of him, the hidden rest gate seemed to be a large mouth, and it was facing him with a silent mockery.

"Colin Creevey" lay on the floor for a few moments before he staggered to his feet.

This time, looking at the hidden gate in front of him, he didn't dare to hit it directly again.

He turned around and stared at the little wizard behind him who was sitting on the couch and sipping black tea leisurely, his nose aching so painfully that it distorted and funny the childish face of "Colin Creevey".

"If I were you, I'd put my wand away, Mr. Black."

Clark put down his teacup and suggested to the "Colin Creevey" in front of him.

However, "Colin Creevey" didn't seem to believe him, and his right hand was still in his pocket, as he leaned towards the wall behind him.

In this way, his identity was completely confirmed, and he used the polyjuice potion to transform into Colin Creevey's appearance in order to break into the Gryffindor common room - Sirius Black!

Blake felt his back against the solid wall, and the sense of reliability eased his nervous spirit a little.

At least this way you won't be flanked from behind and sneak attacked.

But before he could move his steps towards the door of the lounge on the side, Blake saw the little wizard sitting on the sofa opposite, with a playful smile on his face.

The smile Blake was familiar with, and it would appear on Jaime's face whenever he tried to play with Snape's grease monster.

Blake's heart tightened, and he quickly pulled his wand out of his pocket, but it was still a step too late, and the originally reliable touch behind him immediately turned invisible the moment Clark smiled.

Blake, who leaned his entire body weight on the wall behind him, lost his balance in an instant, and the whole person fell straight behind him defenselessly, rolling out of the door of the Gryffindor common room.

"Hey, be careful, lad!"

The fat lady who was awakened complained dissatisfiedly, not expecting that the embarrassed teenager in front of her was none other than Sirius Black, who had scratched her portrait not long ago.

Blake, who had fallen to the ground, struggled for a few moments to get up, only to stop when he turned his head to quickly leave.

"Hey, I said, do you want to go in?"

The fat lady who had just been woken up asked angrily, Blake looked like Colin, hesitated for a long time in front of the doorway, his face was blue and white, but he couldn't make the decision to leave, and his legs couldn't get out.

Not him, just because he had just heard Clarke's last words as he rolled out of the Gryffindor common room.

"I know the whereabouts of that mouse."

This sentence grabbed Sirius Black's life, and in the end, under the dissatisfied gaze of the fat lady, he turned around and went into the doorway.

"I know who you are, Clark Puwitt, heir to the Puvet family."

As soon as he entered the room, Blake deliberately said viciously, but he was still Colin at this moment, and his immature appearance could not show the words "fierce and evil" vividly.

So much so that in Clark's opinion, these words were not as intimidating as the wand in Blake's hand.

"Oh, you seem to have a good grasp of the investigation."

Clark smiled indifferently, "But you're wrong, I'm not the heir of the Puwit family, I'm the patriarch of the Puwit family!" ”

Blake's face became even more solemn, and the little wizard in front of him gave him the feeling that he faced when he was a child, and his grandfather, Arcturus, who controlled everything in the family.

The scheming grandfather who had lent the Ministry of Magic a large amount of gold to obtain the Order of the First Class of the Order of Merlin always had the same smile on his face as the little wizard.

So even if the little wizard on the other side didn't have a wand in his hand, Blake didn't dare to be careless.

"You seem to be afraid of me?"

Clark's eyes are very vicious, or his telepathy is very sharp, so as soon as he spoke, Blake retorted: "Afraid of you, what am I afraid of, I am a murderer with a heavy bounty from the Ministry of Magic!" ”

He took a few vicious steps forward and asked, "Hurry up, where is that mouse?" ”

"Since you have a request for someone, you should have an attitude of asking for someone," Clarke's tone was neither soft nor hard, "Come and sit down first, and let's talk—"

"It's all petrified!" With a wave of Clark's hand, the level 4 psychic ability [Domination Technique] instantly took over Black's body-

No way, who told Sirius to suddenly burst out and pounce on him before Clark could finish speaking.

Clark waved his hand, temporarily immobilizing him, and Sirius fell to the ground with a hard clatter.

With another wave of his hand, Clarke's telekinesis from the [Control Small Objects] lifted Sirius up and landed on the couch next to him.

"Actually, I don't want to hurt you, or take you for a bounty, Mr. Black.

Otherwise, it's not me who is waiting for you in the break room right now, but the professor. ”

With a wave of his hand, Clark unloaded Sirius's [Domination].

"After all, we are also members of the Divine Twenty-Eight Clan, and I think we can still make a deal between us."

"Silent and wandless spellcasting?" Sirius was taken aback by Clark's tactics, "This is not something a third-year wizard can do!" ”

He began to have doubts about Clark's identity, and even thought that the other party might be like him, using Polyjuice Decoction to disguise himself as a child.

What is the purpose of such a dangerous figure, hiding by Harry's side?

Blake's expression became more serious, "Who the hell are you?" ”

"You're even asking about me." Clark said with a smirk.

"Times are advancing, Mr. Black. I'm me, Clark Prewit, and if you don't believe me, you can wait and see if my 'Polyjuice Potion' doesn't work." ”

Blake relaxed a little, "What do you want to talk to me about?" ”

After seeing Clark's strength, he finally knew that the other party was not a little wizard who could be manipulated by him, and began to talk to Clark on an equal footing.

"I know something about you, so I thought I might be able to help you and help you get your revenge."

Clark's words made Blake's breathing a little shorter, but he still kept his composure.

"Help me?!" A sneer crossed Blake's face.

"I don't think so, I've been collecting information about you since I escaped Azkaban, and I know you.

The business genius of the Puwit family, the greedy hound, the corpse chaser...... You're famous! ”

"Thanks for the compliment."

In the face of Blake's taunts, Clark is not ashamed, but proud, which makes Blake feel like he has punched cotton.

"But I'm curious, we don't seem to have a relationship, why did you target me after you escaped from prison? We don't think we've seen each other, have we? Did you escape from Azkaban just to find me? ”

Sirius Black reached into his robe, pulled out a crumpled note, smoothed it and handed it to him.

It was a photo of the Ron family that appeared in the Daily Prophet last summer, and Clark was among them.

Blake pointed to the mouse spotted in Clark's hand and said, "Didn't you lead me out?" ”

As a Gryffindor, Blake is reckless, but not stupid.

On the contrary, he was actually very smart, otherwise he would not have secretly completed the illegal Animagus with James Potter without guidance.

So after the initial panic, Blake soon noticed something unreasonable.

Why would Peter Pettigrew, such a cautious person, suddenly be exposed to the newspapers?

I came here so late, why did this guy wait for him in advance?

Why, when he was about to leave, did he say that he knew the whereabouts of the rat and was so sure that he would not go?

All of this, all the threads that are connected like pearls all point to the same answer, which is that from the very beginning, this little bastard has been using Peter Pettigrew to lure himself out.

Faced with Blake's accusations, Clark did not deny it.

"That's right, I know, it's Wormtail - Peter Pettigrew, who, like you, is an illegal Animagus."

"He told you?! Where is he? Give him to me, I'm going to kill him!" Blake suddenly became agitated, but sat back obediently under Clark's threatening gaze.

"Don't get excited, Mr. Black," Clark reassured, "yes, the rat was originally at Ron's house. ”

"It's the red-haired family in the photo, he is a pet in the hands of the family's youngest son, Ron, who happens to be Harry's best friend, and the two of them still live in the same dormitory."

Clark saw the corners of Blake's mouth twitch, but he restrained his emotions well.

That's good, so Clark changed his tune.

"But after getting a new owl as a pet, Ron gave me the mouse as a prop for me to experiment with magic."

At this moment, half of Blake's face twitched.

"In the process of experimenting with magic on rats, I discovered his secret.

Then it's funny, a hero in everyone's eyes, but disguised as a pet mouse, hiding in the wizard's house. What is it afraid of? What is it hiding? ”

Clark raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"What were you looking for when you came to Hogwarts? Was it really to kill Harry? I'm suspicious of the news from the Ministry of Magic. ”

"Me? How could I kill Harry, he's Jaime's child, one of those goddamn idiots at the Ministry of Magic! Jaime and Lily are my best friends, I never have, betrayed them, I didn't!

It's Peter! It's the mouse! He's a liar, a coward, a coward, and he's betrayed our trust! ”

Sirius roared.

"Hey, don't get excited, Mr. Black, I believe you."

Clark comforted him.

"No one can tell a lie under the surveillance of truth potion and magic, which is why I'm here to talk to you, not to take you to the Ministry of Magic to receive a reward."

"Truth spitting!" Blake subconsciously frowned.

Seeing this, Clark couldn't help sneering in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, just said.

"Since you have known me in advance, then you should know that I, Clark, have always been innocent in terms of trading, although I have taken advantage of the fire to rob him."

Blake was silent, he knew that Clark was right.

Although the family was defeated and he was a fugitive, that didn't mean that Blake didn't have his own sources.

And according to the information he gathered, the kid in front of him was still a Gryffindor, although he was as greedy as a Slytherin and as shrewd as a Ravenclaw.

Their family business provided work for a large number of poor Squibs, and while Blake looked down on them, it at least proved that this Clark Prewett was not a cold man.

"What do you want?"

Facing a sincere Clark, Sirius Black finally opened his mouth.

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