As soon as he took it, Sirius's thin face became as hideous as his prison photo, and he bent down at once, holding the edge of the stone basin with one hand, the green tendons on his hands were exposed, and his two dark gray eyes were wide and full of red bloodshots, and he put the cup into the stone basin again with trembling hands, and after a short period of brewing, he scooped up one full cup after another, and drank it quickly.

A little surprised, Alan touched his chin, the pain caused by this potion, in his memory, even if he was as strong as Dumbledore, he couldn't keep his body balanced and fell to the ground uncontrollably and needed Harry to feed, but Sirius could drink so many cups and still stand in front of the stone basin, it seems that he has been recuperating well in the past few years since he came out of prison.

The muscles on Sirius's face twitched, and he tried to reach out his trembling hand to continue sinking the shell into the liquid, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he resolutely raised the cup, but before it reached his mouth, the cup fell back into the stone basin, Sirius staggered to the ground, his eyes closed, his breathing was heavy, the pain caused by the poison made by the mysterious man was not all physical.

Sirius was halfway through his toast when visions of the familiar house in Godric's Hollow popped up in his mind, what he had imagined of what happened to Potter's house that day, James Potter bravely confronted the mysterious man and his Death Eater men, hazel eyes vigilantly watching the mysterious man who had invaded his home, messy and angry black hair stubbornly cocked, he stood in front of his wife Lily, son Potter, and their pet cat—until the green light flashed and James's tall body fell.

Sirius clutched his head in pain, his extreme thirst and mental trauma preventing him from venting his pain with a howl, muttering to himself, "No... Jimmy... Be careful, don't go over, Lily run...... My fault...... It's all my fault......"

Although his voice was indistinct, and his self-reproach turned into a cry at the end, both Alan and Hermione, who were perceptive, understood his words clearly.

"He had been through so many horrible things, but the most terrifying thing was the death of his friend. Hermione looked at Sirius and sighed.

"The effect of Venom must be related to the illusion caused by inner pain, Sirius is bitterly remorseful because of the tragic murder of his friend James, and Venom has a great effect on him. Regulus was very young when he drank the potion, and he hadn't experienced much pain, so the venom caused far less fear in his heart than Sirius. Alan explained to Hermione, and he figured out why the venom had a greater effect on Dumbledore than Sirius—the White Wizard had suffered so much more pain than they did.

At this point, Sirius twitched violently, and he covered his head in a delirium, as if he could no longer continue to scoop out the venom and drink it.

"Master, Kreacher is here to help him!" With that, Kreacher, who had been waiting for a long time, scooped up the shells from the stone basin, filled them with transparent venom, carried him to Sirius, and forced Sirius to pour it.

Two spoonfuls down, Sirius, who was hovering between fantasy and reality, began to instinctively resist, he pushed Kreacher by the shoulder, refused, "Don't... Don't come again..."

Alan wrapped his arms around and picked it up, and his fingers tapped on the other arm, thinking to himself: he couldn't hold on to it after only a few spoonfuls, and Dumbledore had insisted on more than half of the potions in the stone basin.

Kreacher's deep voice was a little excited, as if to soothe, "You have to keep drinking, if you want to experience what Master Regulus has experienced and felt, you have to keep drinking!" With that, another cup poured into Sirius's stomach, and Sirius gasped, his face turned pale, and he groaned in pain.

Kreacher scooped another cup and shoved the shell into Sirius's mouth, and Sirius, who had recovered slightly, drank all the potions in the shell, but this time Sirius could no longer control his screams, and the mournful voice echoed across the silent black lake and in the great cave.

The stone basin was already more than half empty, and Kreacher held the shell, and when he saw Sirius's twitching hand trying to slap the ground, he peeked at Allen, stepped on it with his foot thinking he hadn't noticed, and then leaned down, pressed Sirius's other hand, and forced the potion into Sirius's throat.

Imprisoned by the house-elves, Sirius shook from head to toe, thirsty enough to resist the charm of the liquid, but the more he drank the venom, the more anxious his internal organs became, and the pain made him roll on the ground, completely forgetting his promise with Allen.

Hermione finally noticed Kreacher's actions from Sirius's fierce reaction, her brows furrowed, and a wave of anger rushed to her heart, she understood Kreacher's desire to take revenge on Sirius, but he couldn't deprive Sirius of the opportunity to refuse: "Kreacher, stop!"

However, Kreacher completely ignored Hermione, as if he did not hear her words, after all, Hermione was not his master, and Kreacher did not need to pay attention to anyone else's orders - so Kreacher instead seized the last minute and fed as much venom as possible before Eren gave the order.

"Kreacher, stop!" Alan commanded as Hermione watched.

The older elf stumbled to the ground because of his actions and the master's orders, and the crystal shells rolled off, and the liquid flew back to the stone basin on its own before it could fall to the ground.

Kreacher didn't complain about his master, but complained a little about Hermione, the mudblood, what would she say if the hostess was here, but this mudblood seemed to have a lot to do with the new master, and it was up to them to welcome back Master Regulus...... Thinking of this, the elf rubbed his sore tail vertebrae, and Kreacher, who stood up, gave up the habitual idea of scolding.

Hermione hurriedly poured elderberry dew to the semi-unconscious Sirius, who instinctively swallowed heavily, and by accident, the drink flowed into his trachea, and he coughed violently, but the man finally came to his senses, calmed down a little and begged for water strongly.

Alan also came up to check and made sure Sirius was fine, "Kreacher, you take care of your former master. ”

Looking at the venom that was approaching the floor of the pelvis, Kreacher felt very sorry, and he pretended to be injured by aging and the fall just now, and it took a long time to hold Sirius on the shoulder with very slow movements, and as a result, elderberry dew poured only a little bit of the sugar-free drink into Sirius's throat - but to the disappointment of the house-elf, Sirius finally relented, lying on his back on the ground, snoring and panting for breath for a short time, and then he snatched the drink and poured it himself.

"I'll go out of the cave and bring Lynch and the others over to get down to business. After Allen explained to Hermione, seeing that the scene was restored, he began to fly out, "Kreacher, obey any orders that Miss Hermione Granger has to give you. ”

Sirius had struggled to his feet, his face pale and gasping for breath, his breathing sounding weak.

Kreacher's hoarse voice was thick and harsh: "Useless loser, there is still so much venom left to drink, not to mention Young Master Regulus, you are too bad compared to Kreacher!"

It's just that Sirius didn't contradict him this time, and didn't try to react to Kreacher's small gesture just now, he tilted his head a little low, and looked at the lake—he hadn't finished his drink.