Before Sirius could recover from the shock of Amosta breaking into the mansion, Kreacher at his feet suddenly howled.
"A dirty, despicable mudblood broke into my mistress's house and hurt my noble mistress!"
The old Kreacher's nose turned red, and a string of disgusting thick snot was trailed down. He stretched out his wrinkled index finger, pointed it at the approaching Amosta, and shouted,
"Kreacher wants to avenge his mistress, and Kreacher wants to defend the glory of the Black family!"
As he spoke, the magic power gathered at the tip of his index finger, and a spell was ready to go.
"Wait, Kreacher, you are not allowed to do it!"
Realizing what the foolish old house elf in his family was going to do, Sirius roared through the pain in his lungs.
For a house elf, the master's orders are everything. No matter how much it hates Sirius, as long as it is a direct descendant of the Black family, it cannot resist his orders. The moment Sirius said 'no hands' , the slave contract hidden in Kreacher's soul forcibly interrupted its spellcasting.
"The young master and the dirty mudblood are in the same group!"
Kreacher's big, bloodshot eyeballs cast an incredulous look, and he muttered angrily,
"Kreacher has known for a long time that the young master brought the people back here to--"
boom!
Suddenly a dazzling silver light flashed in the uncertain corridor, and Kreacher flew out like a Bludger that had been pulled out by a bat. After knocking a big hole out of the wooden door leading to the basement, Kreacher smashed his body heavily. There was no sound on the stairs.
"I don't like the bad habit of spoiling these little things--"
Amosta slowly lowered his arm and said coldly.
"You...killed it?"
Sirius slowly turned and stared at Amosta with dull eyes, and there was an inexplicable meaning in his slow voice.
"Sorry, did I piss you off?"
Amosta stood a few steps away and snorted contemptuously.
"Do I need to get down on my knees and apologize to you, Mr. Black?"
Sirius' hand holding the wand was trembling, and there were intense ups and downs in his tone of voice.
"Huh--how could Dumbledore use a wizard like you?"
"Who knows... But I guess he is probably very afraid that one day I will join forces with your old master, so even if some of my actions are very eye-catching in his eyes, he has to endure me..."
Amosta tilted his head and looked at Sirius with a strange look in his eyes.
"Interesting, Mr. Black, you showed pity and anger at the death of a house elf who was so old that he almost lost all his teeth, but you personally pushed your once best friend to death?"
Blake's body trembled violently, and he was about to say something, but Amosta waved his hand, and a green python with silver patterns as thick as his wrist sprang out from the tip of his staff, flew through the air and quickly climbed up the small Sirius's body was tied tightly with three strokes, five divisions and two divisions, and the ferocious snake head kept spitting fishy smell towards Sirius's sallow, skinny cheeks.
"Let me go, you evil guy!"
Sirius roared with a hoarse voice, and he glared angrily at Amosta as if he wanted to kill him with his eyes. He didn't know whether it was because of being captured or because of Kreacher, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Amosta was unmoved by Black's helpless roar. He hooked his fingers, and the wand that fell on the ground cut through the air with a hiss and fell into his hand. After casually casting a glance, Amosta put the wand into his clasp and nodded with satisfaction.
"Now Mr. Longbottom can finally go home for Christmas."
Sirius bared his teeth and roared at Amosta. He desperately tried to break free from the snake's shackles. However, the harder he struggled, the closer the snake tied him. In the end, the thick python had strangled his body. There were purple marks on his face, and even his lips oozed a little bright red.
"Stop messing around, Mr. Black--"
Amosta knelt down and stared at Blake's eyes filled with hatred and madness with interest, as if he were looking at trophies.
"What if you break yourself into seven or eight pieces and the Ministry of Magic doesn't recognize you and refuses to give me the reward?"
Sirius's heart was filled with thoughts of reluctance and despair.
In order to take revenge, he escaped from Azkaban, which was tightly guarded by the Dementors, and swam back to the mainland in the body of a dog in the endless cold sea. He has been hiding under the pursuit of Aurors and furious Dementors to this day. But now, his plan of revenge alone has failed. He has been captured by this ruthless young wizard named Amosta Brain, and he has to use him to exchange for a bounty from the Ministry of Magic... .Wait, bounty?
Sirius suddenly stopped struggling. He stared at Amosta with wide eyes, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw. He roared with great urgency,
"Wait, Brian, you...you arrested me...just to exchange for a bounty from the Ministry of Magic?!"
"Oh, how could you look at me like that?"
Amosta laughed shyly,
"Fighting crime is the unshirkable responsibility of every resident of the magical world. Of course, there is no reason for me to refuse the bounty of 50,000 gold galleons from the Ministry of Magic, right?"
"I can give you more money, Blaine, if you just let me go!"
Sirius squirmed like a maggot again,
"Fifty thousand Galleons..., no, I can give you more, how about one hundred thousand, Brian, as long as you let me go and pretend you have never seen me tonight, I can give you one hundred thousand Galleons." !”
The air filled with the smell of corruption suddenly fell into a strange silence, and Amosta's expression became strange.
"One hundred thousand... you want to give me one hundred thousand gold galleons... in exchange for me letting you go?"
"How about it, Blaine, here's a deal!"
Seeing Amosta's expression, Sirius' heart beat violently, and he raised his head and said quickly,
"There are mountains of gold coins in the Black family's treasury. Brian, as long as you let me go, I can give you all those gold coins. I swear I will do it!"
"One hundred thousand gold galleons--hmm"
Amosta stood up, rubbed his temples in distress, and muttered to himself,
"Sounds like a good deal indeed... Well, Mr. Black, you've given me a big problem."
Although he didn't know why Albus Dumbledore would find such a person to ensure the safety of the children in the school, Black was still extremely glad that Dumbledore had made a mistake. Otherwise, he would have to follow him tonight. His revenge plan is completely gone.
Just when he was about to emphasize how much wealth the Black family, one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, actually had (actually he couldn't figure it out himself), Amosta Blaine's words in a regretful tone made him excited. My heartbeat suddenly stopped again,
"One hundred thousand Galleons is indeed a coveted wealth, Mr. Black, but unfortunately, I cannot make this deal with you."
Amosta explained to himself,
"If he was just a simple murderer, maybe I would turn a blind eye. Mr. Black, it's a pity that 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's life. I have made up my mind that if I catch you, I will bring you to him and let him kill you, oh , in fact, I also made a contract with your former best friend Remus Lupin before, hey... Look how much trouble you have caused me, so many people are eager to kill you--"
Amosta spread his hands and sighed, saying,
"So you see, we can't do this business."
"Professor Snape--"
Sirius ignored the fact that Lupine wanted to kill him, but opened his mouth and looked at the pretentious Amosta and said blankly,
"You mean, Severus Snape...that annoying snot-nosed guy?"
Sirius' emotions became aroused again,
"Wait, Blaine, don't do this, I don't want...I...I want to see Dumbledore!"
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