Sirius hadn't recovered from the shock of Amosta's invasion of the mansion when Kreacher at his feet suddenly howled,

"Dirty, lowly mudbloods have broken into my mistress's house, and hurt my noble mistress!"

The senile Kleeche's nose turned red and dragged down a string of disgusting thick snot, and he stretched out his wrinkled index finger and aimed it at the approaching Amosta, and shouted,

"Kreacher wants to avenge his mistress, Kreacher wants to defend the glory of the Black family!"

As he spoke, the magic of his index finger gathered and a magic was ready to be unleashed.

"Wait, Kreacher, you are not allowed to do it!"

Sirius, who realized what the old confused house-elf was going to do, screamed at the pain in his lungs.

For the house-elf, the master's orders are everything, even if it dislikes Sirius, but as long as it is a descendant of the Black family, it cannot resist his orders, and the moment Sirius says 'no hands', the slave contract hidden in Kreacher's soul forcibly interrupts its casting.

"The young master and the dirty mudbloods are in the same group!"

Kreacher's big, bloodshot eyes shot out of his eyes, and he muttered angrily,

"Kreacher already knew that the young master came back with the three indiscriminate people for--"

Bang!

A blinding silver light flashed through the hallway, and Kreacher flew upside down like a Bludger that had only been drawn by a bat, slamming the wooden door to the basement through a large hole, and slamming his body down the stairs without sound.

"I don't like the stinky habits of these little things--"

Amosta slowly lowered his arm and said in a cold voice.

"You... Kill it? ”

Sirius slowly turned, staring blankly at Amosta, his slow voice revealing inexplicable meaning.

"I'm sorry, did I you off?"

Amosta stood a few paces away and snorted contemptuously

"Do I need to get down on my knees and apologize to you, Mr. Black?"

Sirius's hand holding the wand trembled, and there was a violent upheaval in his tone,

"W--how could Dumbledore use a wizard like you?"

"Who knows... But I guess he's probably very afraid that I'll one day join forces with your old master, so he has to put up with me, even if some of my actions seem very glaring to him..."

Amosta tilted his head and looked at Sirius, his eyes strange,

"Interesting, Mr. Black, you show pity and anger at the death of a house-elf who is so old that he is losing all his teeth, but you push your former best friend to his death?"

Blake's body shuddered violently, and he was about to say something, but Amosta waved his hand, and a silver python the thickness of a wrist sprang out of the tip of his staff, flew through the air, and quickly climbed up Sirius's body, three times five divided by two, and the hideous snake head continued to spew fishy breath against Sirius' sallow, thin cheeks.

"Let go of me, you wicked fellow!"

Sirius roared in a hoarse voice, glaring angrily at him as if he was going to kill Amosta with his eyes, not knowing if it was because he was captured or because of Kreacher, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Amosta was unmoved by Blake's impotent roar, he hooked his fingers, and the wand that fell to the ground cut through the air and landed in his hand with a thud, and after a casual glance, Amosta put the wand into his buckle and nodded with satisfaction,

"Now, Mr. Longbottom will finally be able to go home for Christmas."

Sirius bared his teeth at Amosta and roared, desperately trying to break free from the snake's bondage, but the more he struggled, the closer the snake was bound, and by the end, the thick python had strangled his body with purple marks, and even his lips oozed a little red,

"Don't mess around, Mr. Black--"

Amosta crouched down, staring with interest at Blake's eyes filled with hatred and madness, as he looked at the booty.

"What if you break yourself into seven or eight pieces, and the Ministry of Magic won't recognize you and won't give me a bounty?"

Sirius's heart was filled with thoughts of reluctance and despair.

In order to get revenge, he escaped from Azkaban, who was guarded by the Dementors, and swam back to the mainland in the form of a dog in the endless cold sea, where he was hunted by the Aurors and the enraged Dementors, but now, his plan to take revenge alone has failed, and he has been captured by this ruthless young wizard named Amosta Bryne, and he has to exchange it for a bounty from the Ministry of Magic... Wait, bounty?

Sirius suddenly stopped struggling, and he stared at Amosta with wide eyes, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, and he roared with great urgency,

"Wait, Brian, you... You catch me... Just to exchange a bounty for the Ministry of Magic?! ”

"Oh, how can you look at me like that?"

Amosta laughed 'sheepishly',

"It is the duty of every resident of the wizarding world to fight evil, and of course, I have no reason to refuse the 50,000 gold Galleon bounty from the Ministry of Magic, right?"

"I can give you more money, Brian, as long as you let me go!"

Sirius writhed like a maggot again,

"Fifty thousand Galleons..., no, I can give you more, how about a hundred thousand, Brian, as long as you let me go, pretend never to see me tonight, I can give you 100,000 Galleons!"

The air filled with the smell of corruption suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and Amosta's expression became strange,

"One hundred thousand... You're going to give me 100,000 gold Galleons..., in exchange for me to let you go? ”

"How's that, Brian, it's a deal!"

Seeing Amosta's expression, Sirius's heart beat violently, and he held his head high and said quickly,

"The Black family's family vault is full of gold coins, Brian, as long as you let me go, I can give you all those gold coins, I swear I will do it!"

"100,000 gold Galleons--hmm"

Amosta stood up, rubbing his temples in distress and muttering to himself,

"Sounds like a good deal... Well, Mr. Black, you've got a big problem for me. ”

Although he didn't know why Albus Dumbledore had found such a thing to ensure the safety of the children in the school, Black was still extremely glad that Dumbledore had looked away, otherwise he would have to say goodbye to his revenge plan tonight.

Just as he was about to emphasize how much wealth the Black family, one of the twenty-eight pure-bloods, possessed (in fact, he couldn't figure it out himself), Amosta Bryan's words in a regretful tone made his heartbeat suddenly stop again,

"One hundred thousand Galleons is indeed a coveted fortune, Mr. Black, but unfortunately I cannot make this deal with you."

Amosta explained to himself,

"If I had been a simple murderer, I might have turned a blind eye, Mr. Black, but it's a pity you killed Lily Potter... Reading Pavilion

You know, this woman is not only Harry's mother, but also the love of my beloved Professor Snape, and I was determined to take you to him and let him finish you off, and I actually made a pact with your former best friend, Remus Lupin, hey... Look how much trouble you've caused me, so many people can't wait to take your dog's life--"

Amosta spread his hand and sighed,

"So you see, we can't do this business."

"Professor Snape--"

Sirius ignored Lupin's attempt to kill him, and instead opened his mouth to look at the pretentious Amosta and said dumbfoundedly,

"You mean, Severus Snape... That nasty snot? ”

Sirius's emotions stirred again,

"Wait, Brian, don't do this, I don't... I... I want to see Dumbledore! ”



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