Amosta led the uneasy Hermione and Ron, and Harry, who was also calmed down by the cold wind, through the corridors hung with ribbons made of holly and mistletoe. He looked at the three little wizards with great interest. He introduced that these decorations were all his work.
Harry and the three of them followed Professor Blaine into his office on the third floor. Compared to other little wizards, they were already familiar with this place.
Professor Brain's office has not changed much, except that a brand new sofa and coffee table have been placed in the empty space on the side near the door, and this finally makes the office no longer look so shabby. .
It was still snowy outside the window, with dandelion-like snowflakes floating in the air. The temperature kept dropping, with no clear skies for a week. The surface of the huge black lake was already covered with ice slag, and it would probably freeze completely in a few days.
"Let's keep this short, Harry--"
After Amosta invited Harry and the others to sit down, he took out his wand and threw out a flame to light the fireplace. Then, he sat on the sofa against the wall.
"Are you blaming me for not telling you the truth?"
Ron and Hermione sat to the left and right of Harry. Under the gaze of Professor Brain, they did not dare to make small moves, but they still tried their best to remind Harry, hoping that he would not be too impulsive.
"You...I mean, everyone thinks I don't need to know--"
Harry knew that he should act calmly, because his parents were not killed by Professor Brain. However, when Professor Brain asked him directly, a fire still lit up in Harry's heart. His whole body was filled with heat. He suddenly raised his head and looked directly into Professor Blaine's dark eyes resolutely.
"My parents died at the hands of his best friend, and now that man wants to rush into Hogwarts and kill them all, but..."
Harry gasped and said,
"Dumbledore...Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, the Ministry of Magic...and you, everyone thinks I don't need to know all this."
"Harry..."
Hermione kept making anxious glances, but Harry paid no attention at all.
"You...you know what I hear when the dementors are close to me, Professor, I hear my mother screaming, begging Voldemort...she's not begging for her life, but Begging Voldemort to bypass me...and they ended up like this because of a wrong belief..."
"Brother, we have discussed these matters privately. That Black will suffer retribution, I can guarantee it!"
Noticing that Professor Blaine's eyes had become dark, Ron rarely summoned up the courage to speak, while Hermione was already in tears.
Harry almost shouted these words. He thought that Professor Blaine would immediately defend himself, give some high-sounding reasons, or say some words of comfort similar to those of Hermione and Ron, but in fact No, Professor Blaine just looked at him with cold eyes.
"If I understand you correctly--"
There was a hint of coldness in Amosta's tone. It was a tone he would only use when he was acting as Golden Viper.
"You want to kill Blake yourself, right?"
Ron had also asked this question before, but Harry was interrupted by Hermione before he could answer. Now, facing this question again, the fire in Harry's heart was rising, and he ignored Hermione's soft plea. , said stubbornly,
"Yes...Professor, if I can!"
Amosta laughed, his smile was very cold, looking at Harry who didn't know the heights of the sky, he nodded slightly and said,
"Even if you know that you will not be Blake's opponent, even if you know that the result of your reckless actions is that your parents' sacrifices were in vain, and that you lost your life in vain?"
The stubbornness in Harry's eyes wavered for a moment, but he still said bravely,
"At the very least, my parents certainly don't want their son to be a coward."
"very good!"
Amosta stood up expressionlessly, with a strong sense of oppression exuding all over his body. In the void, the magic power rolled up a storm, and even the flames burning in the fireplace flickered on and off under this kind of real pressure. .
Naked murderous intent swept through the room. The room that had been warm just now had already entered the cold winter. Amosta leaned forward in an arc. Just this small movement made Ron and Hermione, whose bodies had already become rigid, The scalp was numb, and the stiff hair crackled with static electricity... hallucinations... In a trance, both of them seemed to see an evil dragon lowering its ferocious head and spreading its wings that covered the sky and the sun!
"don't want--"
Hermione's tears rolled down her face and she murmured weakly.
At this moment, she really thought that the stubborn Harry had offended Professor Blaine. But now, except for Principal Dumbledore, this man might not be able to find a powerful opponent in Hogwarts School or even the wizarding world. The wizard is going to kill Harry!
What should she do?
Ron seemed to be just one step away from fainting, and Harry was also reeling under Professor Blaine's fury. Only Hermione could still turn her brain around.
Time turner!
Hermione suddenly thought of this thing and used the time turner to go back in time to prevent the three of them from going to the library tonight...or go back in time to warn Professor McGonagall!
Hermione knew that doing this might cause a huge disaster, but apart from this method, she could not think of any way to stop Professor Blaine who seemed to be killing someone!
Hermione gritted her teeth tightly and raised her hand tremblingly, but Amosta glanced over at her, and the coldness that penetrated her soul made her petite body shudder and even her breath froze.
Amosta's right arm holding the staff suddenly raised, and the tip of the staff pointed directly at the fireplace like a candle in the wind. The red-burning wood spun and scattered brilliant sparks in the air. One of them turned into a dagger and fell. It was in his hand, while the other one hovering in mid-air next to him was undergoing complex deformation.
A few seconds later, a man appeared, and when they saw his cruel face, Harry, Hermione and Ron all felt as if a cold hand had grasped their hearts.
That's Sirius Black!
Harry swore he would never forget this face. Just like the ones on Muggle TV news and wizard wanted posters, the man had a thin and haggard face, and the hair on the top of his head was dirty, messy, tangled, and split. Under his lips are two rows of yellow and black teeth.
He was wearing a dirty prison uniform from Azkaban, and he was so thin that you could count how many ribs he had!
'Blake' took the dagger from Amosta's hand, walked around the coffee table, and approached the frightened Harry step by step, with bloodthirsty excitement in his gloomy eyes.
'Black' turned the dagger upside down. He pointed the sharp dagger blade at himself and stretched his hand towards Harry. The arc of the cracked corner of his mouth was almost like that of Peeves.
"If you want to avenge your parents, Potter--"
'Black''s hoarse voice was like using a stone mill to grind dried bat corpses in Professor Snape's class. He smiled ferociously,
"Then kill me, Potter. Just use this dagger... aim it at my neck and stab me hard,"
Harry subconsciously stepped back, but he forgot that the sofa was behind him, so he fell down and sat down. The fear in his eyes completely overwhelmed the hatred.
"Stab this dagger into my neck, Potter, and let my blood splatter all over you... Come on, I'm waiting for you to do this..."
"No..."
Harry kept shrinking back, shaking his head, trying desperately to avoid the dagger, his cheeks as pale as the snow falling on the playground!
"Don't do that, Professor!"
Hermione burst into tears. She covered her face, not daring to look at 'Black' who was approaching Harry.
At some point, the strong murderous aura in the office disappeared, and the matches in the fireplace became strong again. The warmth quickly dispelled the chill, and it seemed as if the whole world became brighter.
'Black' and the dagger quietly turned into a few wisps of slowly falling embers. Amosta tilted his head, looked at the stunned Harry, and said with a smile,
"Where's your courage, Harry?"
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