Chapter 242: It's Decent
3rd floor of the castle, student security office.
Ever since Amosta left the office, Lenny had been dozing on the couch with Crookshan, silently thinking about Remus and Harry, who had nowhere to go but to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas, and what Brian had said to him had been circling in his head.
Truth be told, Sirius never felt like a hero.
Yes, he did feel remorse, regret that he had mistrusted Peter, and that he had regretted his mistakes every turn during his twelve years in Azkaban.
However, he never felt that he was a coward!
After the accident between Jaime and Lily, in order to make amends for his mistakes, he immediately went to Peter for revenge..., of course, the scumbag fooled him by feigning his death, and then, because of Dumbledore's accusations, he was thrown directly into Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic.
He was very stubborn about this, and never thought to defend himself, because although Lily and Jaime were not betrayed by him, he still had to bear the unshirkable responsibility.
But in Blaine's opinion, his choice was a cowardly evasion, and he was not even as responsible as Snape's snot spirit.
Sirius was dismissive of Snape's defection to Dumbledore, believing that the Snot Spirits were afraid that Voldemort would be liquidated by the Ministry of Magic, so he approached Dumbledore in the hope of being sheltered... The love of his life is even more ridiculous, the snot spirit called Lily 'mudblood' back then!
But he couldn't deny that after seeing Remus up close and hearing Harry's situation, he did begin to doubt himself.
Sirius knew very well that it was not the poverty that caused him the most pain for Remus, but the fact that he had 'rebelled' against Jaime and Lily, and that he had 'killed' Peter, because for him, the friendship they had so proud of was false, and the good memories were all false.
And Harry... Sirius didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't argue with it, he would rather die than take care of Jaime's orphans.
Death is simple, but it takes more courage to move forward with pain on your back.
In this way, Amosta Blaine's assessment of him is not just a simple sarcasm.
Compared to the big dog before him, Crookla was obviously a rarer little Sirius who had turned into a cat, lying on Lenny's side, playing with his drooping ears with his paws from time to time.
"Do you think I'm a coward too?"
Lenny meowed, hoping that Crookshank would give it an answer.
Thinking about these questions, Lenny became more and more irritable, and the fire in the fireplace was burning, which also made the room very hot, and Lenny stretched his waist and jumped off the sofa, and jumped up and down to the windowsill on the other side with a few quick movements, trying to push open the window to let in some air.
But as soon as its cat's paws touched the handle, a black light flashed on the transparent glass sash, and before Lenny could react, he was pushed out by a soft but irresistible force, and he rolled twice on the ground before he could stop.
This guy!
Lenny meowed angrily.
To prevent himself from running around, he magically sealed the entire office.
And at this moment, the red flame turned green for a moment, and the outline of a head wanted to appear, but before Lenny could see it clearly, it was also blocked back by the flash of black light.
Even the school's Floo network is blocked... Lenny thought weakly, is this Brian a little too cautious?
Compared to the other professors, Amosta's desk was relatively simple, a modest pen holder with an extremely unpretentious quill inserted, a blue inkwell and a photo with Grandma Felena on her right hand, but there was only a pile of parchment on the desk, and Sirius jumped on the table to take a second look at it and lost interest.
Boring--
This was Lenny's assessment, and it crouched on the desk, twisting its head and wandering around the room, and naturally landed on the black curtain on the floor of the room.
What is that, it seems mysterious?
With a sharp leap, Lenny landed on the floor and slipped through the room, stopping in front of the massive black draperies.
Behind the black curtain also seems to be hiding Brian's secret - Lenny easily made that guess.
Do you want to open it and take a look?
This was a problem that followed, and the fact that he went to Hogwarts would not have been on his mind at all, but now the situation was different, and he had to try to avoid provoking Amosta Bryne for the sake of his revenge.
Time has really changed a lot of things --
Lenny thought to himself, holding back his longing, and was about to go back to the couch to pass the time by sleeping, when the cat turned around, and happened to see Crookshank Hill also looking curiously this way.
Ahem--
A hint of cunning flashed in Lenny's gray eyes, and the slender teniskers curled.
.................
After saying goodbye to Harry and Hermione, Amosta didn't waste any time, and walked briskly down the Gryffindor Tower towards his office.
Approaching the time of class, many young wizards came and went in a hurry, the snow on the courtyard floor was trampled into ice, a cold and fierce cold wind blew, and a few feet of ice picks under the eaves fell off a large piece, Amosta was quick to move, shook out his wand and threw out a red light, scattering those shiny ice picks into a sky of ice powder, and then Shi Ran left.
"This hand is so handsome!"
Cedric Diggory, who had been robbed by this, said with a look of reverence for his companions,
"I wish Mr. Bryan could continue to teach us Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons!"
"Oh, come on!"
The Hufflepuff wizard next to him said stupidly, "I don't want to spend most of the school year in the hospital!" ”
"What the hell are you doing!"
Entering the auditorium through the back door, in the golden foyer, Amosta unexpectedly met Professor Snape who happened to stride up from the basement, and only then did he smile, and before he could say hello, Snape, who had a touch of red under his nose, gritted his teeth and said,
"I was just about to give you the wolf's medicine through Floo.com, only to find out that you blocked the fireplace?"
Looking at Snape, whose nose was crooked, Amosta couldn't help but pout,
"Just went to the Gryffindor common room to give Mr. Longbottom his wand--"
"Pomona said you got up early to find a wand for Longbottom, who had an empty head?"
Snape glared at Amosta angrily and said,
"If you're really okay with what to do, Amosta, I think you might as well get the potion out of that werewolf."
"Unless Dumbledore is willing to pay me overtime, I won't take on this drudgery." Amosta said with a smile, "Last night, I accidentally learned that there was a secret passage under the beating willow, so I went to see the situation." ”
Snape paused for a moment, his thin lips pursed, and his face suddenly turned ugly.
"The Secret Passage Under the Willow of Beating--"
Snape's breathing was heavy, and he stared at Amosta suspiciously,
"You're... What the werewolf told you... What else did he say? ”
"So--" Amosta raised an eyebrow, "you know there's a secret passage there, too?" ”
Snape's eyes were dark, and he didn't want to speak.
Seeing his appearance, Amosta didn't find himself bored, but only wanted to find an opportunity to ask Blake about the story of this secret passage.
"There's something--"
As he passed by Remus's office, Amosta suddenly asked,
"When I was talking to Cornelius Fudge about Dementors last week, I heard something about Peter Pettigrew from Professor McGonagall, what do you think about this man?"
Peter Pettigrew?
Hearing this, Snape's eyes suddenly appeared in front of him a timid and cowardly short figure, always like to follow the three people and echo their opinions, but never express their own opinions, in short, there is no sense of existence.
When he was at Hogwarts, when he was at the height of his relationship with Potter's gang, Snape didn't pay much attention to Peter Pettigrew, because in his opinion, that short guy was just a little henchman of Potter and Black, and he didn't expect that it was this disdainful guy who made a surprising move.
"Pretty decent--"
Snape stopped in front of Amosta's office and said with a blank face,
"At least among their group of pig friends, he is still a bit of a backbone.
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