But why did Lucius find Amosta Blaine?

Madara held the meringue in his little paws, squeaking and nibbling as he thought about the problem desperately, but he didn't understand it until the sweet cake in his hand was gone.

In the process of reaching for the pork chop, Spotted's movements suddenly froze.

Why did he waste his energy thinking about this, no matter how much hatred there was between that golden viper and Fenrir Greyback, and no matter what reason Lucius Malfoy found Amosta Blaine, this matter had nothing to do with him.

Now that Sirius is still secretly eyeing him, he should be worried about how he can make Sirius finish as soon as possible!

After hiding in the owl shack for so long, Spotted is not as frightened as he was at the beginning.

Lately, he'd been thinking about why he had to wait for Sirius to come to him, why he had to fall into the hands of the Ministry of Magic or Dumbledore, and not . Kill Sirius, as long as Sirius never speaks, then he can live a safe and comfortable life again!

But what to do?

Just as Sirius couldn't figure out where he was, Spotted couldn't figure out Sirius's location either, and the two of them were like two hunters in the Dark Forbidden Forest, both lurking in the dark waiting for the other to reveal their positions, and if anyone showed their feet first, then death would hug him first.

Malfoy still stood there dumbfounded, while Spotted scurried back under the shelf, and a moment later, he dragged out a folded piece of parchment.

Spotted spread the hard-won piece of parchment on the floor, and he jumped on the parchment, carefully examining the names of the walks on the paper by the bright light.

Hanging outside the window, Amosta shook his eyelids and knew immediately what it was.

Map of the Living Point - This is exactly what Sirius and Remus said the four of them had made up when they were at school, and before they left, the magical parchment was confiscated by Filch, who had ordered Filch to find it, but found nothing.

Unexpectedly, the map had already fallen into the hands of Peter Pettigrew.

It's a talent.

Amosta crossed this thought in his heart, if it wasn't for the accident, I'm afraid it would not be so easy to catch this cunning guy.

Seeing this, Amosta had no interest in continuing to look any further, he raised his wand, ready to control Peter, who was looking for something on the map of the living spots, and the next step was to call Dumbledore back to the school to explain everything, so that the Ministry of Magic would make it public after a public trial, and completely end the matter.

However, the moment the wand was raised, Amosta's movements froze, his back to the moonlight, his eyes hesitated for a few seconds, and then, it became inscrutable.

Spotted was still intently on the map, and with a little brainstorming, Amosta knew that Peter must be trying to find Sirius.

High in the sky, the wind enveloped the remnant clouds, and the bright moonlight gradually became graceful.

A drop of liquid like black ink appeared on the tip of Amosta's wand, which slowly detached from the wand under the effect of gravity, but instead of landing on the ground a thousand feet away, it turned into a black tadpole in midair.

The tadpole's wagging tail caused a faint ripple in the air, and as if it were actually swimming in the water, it silently swam into the window, appeared behind Spotted under the cover of weeds and feathers, and then merged with Spotted's tail.

Spotted just felt a chill in his tail, he turned his head and shook his tail in confusion, and when he saw that there was nothing wrong, he ignored him.

Late at night, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had been sent back by Spotted, and he himself was still crouched in a hidden corner, staring intently at the map, the night was the best cover, and if Sirius wanted to infiltrate Hogwarts, he would definitely choose to act at night.

In the days since he got the map, he has been resting during the day and monitoring Hogwarts at night through the map of the living spots.

However, the Living Point map is not a panacea, just like Amosta Blaine, who already knows he is back at school, but his name is never found on the map.

These gifted wizards were always capable of doing things that ordinary people couldn't imagine, Peter thought, and thankfully, Sirius wasn't so capable.

What should we do?

In the middle of the night, Spotted no longer tried so hard to disguise himself, and his eyes continued to sparkle in the dark pitch green beans lying on the map of the living spots, his limbs spread out, facing the hazy moonlight.

He needs to find Sirius and then find a way to kill him.

And these two points are not so simple things at present.

Because even if he found Sirius, he wouldn't be able to have a grand showdown with Sirius himself, in that case, it would be hard to say who would kill whom, and of course he wouldn't be able to write a report letter to the Ministry of Magic, or run to the group of Dementors at the school gate and shout at the horrible creatures that he had found Blake.

He had to borrow someone else's hand to kill Black, but certainly not Albus Dumbledore and Amosta Blaine, neither of whom he could control.

Hmm, best-case scenario.

Suddenly, Peter, who was lying on the ground, trembled, jumped up in a puff of smoke, and sensitively put on the windowsill, his eyes penetrated the body of Amosta, who was less than ten feet away from him, and looked at the black and oppressed Lin Hai with a thoughtful expression.

Having other plans, Amosta was no longer in a hurry, and he crossed his arms to his chest to see what the hell Peter Pettigrew was up to.

After thinking for a few minutes, Peter suddenly moved, and he turned and jumped off the ledge, and scurried under the shelf and into the hole in the rock wall.

Amosta sensed the spot's position sinking rapidly, and he probably borrowed the same pipe that Hogwarts had built into the walls when it was first built, just like last year's basilisk. This was not unexpected, it was quite normal for a rat to hide in a sewer pipe.

After only a few dozen seconds, Amosta spotted Blob descending to the castle floor and running towards the lawn.

Spotted's whereabouts now looked to Amosta's eyes like a bright lantern in the depths of the night, and he swooped down from the eighth floor, easily spotting Peter with his limbs moving in the afterimage, and then, like a ghost, fell behind him.

A dim light lit up in Hagrid's hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and in the moth-eaten vegetable patch next to it, Buckbeak tucked his head under his wings and slept soundly.

Spotted didn't stay on the edge of the Forbidden Forest for long, and after roughly judging the direction, he jumped straight into the Forbidden Forest, which was overgrown with vines.

What, want to escape?

Amosta raised an eyebrow, her gaze following the speckled trail that sped deep into the Forbidden Forest among the dead branches and leaves.

It's winter, and the magical creatures that live in the Forbidden Forest are not active, and a considerable number of cats are hibernating in their respective habitats, and after half an hour of rapid deep dwelling in the Forbidden Forest, a large area of extremely primitive villages appears in front of Amosta's eyes.

(End of chapter)