"When did this happen, Filch?"
For some reason, Lupine's expression darkened, and he stared into Filch's eyes.
"Two weeks ago--"
Lupine's heart sank. This time was after Amosta had searched the secret passage under the Whomping Willow.
Filch wrung his hands together. Judging from his uneasy look, he was probably afraid of being targeted for failing to complete the task assigned by Mr. Brain. He kept talking about how hard he tried to find this parchment, but failed. He found nothing. He claimed that he had been closely guarding the prohibited items confiscated from students...if he couldn't find them, some troublemaker might have sneaked into his office. Reading Pavilion
"It must be Peeves!"
Filch said indignantly,
"Can you help talk to Mr. Brain, Professor Lupin? He must have a trick to drive that crazy ghost out of Hogwarts."
Harry and Ron lowered their heads unconsciously, feeling sympathy for Peeves who had somehow taken the blame for Fred and George. Looking at his guilty looks, Hermione snorted through her nose with a look of dissatisfaction on her face. , she looked at Professor Luping hesitantly, as if she wanted to reveal the truth, but after a series of fierce and complicated inner struggles, she still said nothing.
Surprisingly, Professor Lupine did not echo Filch's words, and remained suffocatingly silent. This silence was so long that Harry called his name softly several times before he spoke. Come to your senses.
"Oh, I'm fine, Harry--"
Lupine turned his head and smiled apologetically at Harry. The smile was very ugly. When he turned his head, he glanced at Lenny who was squatting on the desk and looking a little anxious.
"I will convey this to Professor Blaine--"
Lupine nodded towards Filch, he took a breath and suddenly asked, "Albus has left again, hasn't he?"
After receiving a positive answer, Lupine tightened his fists hidden in his sleeves. He turned around, looked at Harry and the three of them, and said in a rare tone that could not be refused,
"I thought about it carefully, and the origin of this broom is indeed very suspicious. Harry, since Professor Blaine is not at Hogwarts, I suggest you take it to Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick. They are also Experienced wizards, if there is really something wrong with the broom, they must be able to see some clues-"
Professor Lupine's words made Harry and the three of them look confused, but before they could figure it out, Professor Lupine almost roughly pushed them from behind to Filch's side with a sullen face.
"Please escort these three children to the Great Hall, Filch, please do it quickly-"
Regarding Lupine's reaction, even Hermione's face was full of confusion. However, Professor Lupine did not give them time to ask. He kept urging them and watched them go down the stairs in the middle of the corridor before looking back.
call--
Remus took a deep breath, turned back into the house, and closed the office door with a click.
Although he knew that Amosta had arranged a complete defensive spell for his office, Remus still took out his wand and cast all the blocking spells he had on the rusty doorknob. These magics can only be lifted under one condition, and that is when he dies...
Remus kept facing the door with his head lowered, and no one could see his expression clearly.
Lenny on the desk could see Remus's movements clearly. He turned his head and looked at the window, then at the fireplace. Finally, his gray eyes were focused on Remus at the door, and he sighed slightly. tone.
The fireplace was burning cracklingly, and from time to time, the remaining moisture in the dry firewood was quickly transformed into expanding steam by the scorching high temperature. The violently burning firewood spattered bright sparks to the world outside the furnace mouth. A warm pillow embraces the world, but it loses its light and heat before going very far, leaving only the ashes of a lost soul floating in this office--
A deep blue light jumped across the distance of the entire office, and Lenny, wrapped in the blue light, floated slowly in mid-air, followed by a dazzling flash, like a quick shot of a tree growing, a slightly smaller The skinny head of flesh grew out, followed by the body and limbs. A moment later, a man wearing an old wizard's robe and with hair as messy as tangled seaweed appeared in the office.
The eyes of Remus and Little Cerulean Star met in mid-air. They looked at each other. One was a criminal running to avoid being wanted, and the other was a werewolf who had gone through many vicissitudes of life and finally found a temporary shelter.
The once high-spirited best friend has become a rotten dead tree twelve years later.
There was no greeting or angry rebuke. For a long time, Remus, whose face was ashen-faced, slowly raised his wand and pointed it at Sirius, and just said flatly,
"Amosta's clothes don't quite fit you, Sirius-"
At this moment, all the anxiety, annoyance, and anger disappeared from Sirius's heart, and the only thing that existed was fatigue.
"Yeah--this is Blaine's old robe. He's a little taller than me."
Sirius nodded, pursed his lips, and showed what could be considered a forced smile, "You are still so attentive, Remus, and you discovered my identity through just a small flaw."
The wand held by Remus trembled weakly, and the blood pumped to the brain by his heart still made him feel a little faint, but he tried his best to stay awake by adjusting his breathing.
This was not easy, especially for him who was in the weakening stage of his transformation.
"It's not as good as before-" Remus' eyes were gradually hardening, "Otherwise I should have realized something was wrong... Fortunately, I was lucky enough to realize it... Yes, Mr. Filch You did me a big favor, who else knows the final destination of the Marauder's Map besides you... I mean, among the people who are still alive."
Sirius's body also swayed, but this was immediately interpreted by Remus, who was highly concentrated, as wanting to resist. His attitude suddenly became tougher, and he stretched the wand in his hand forward and shouted to stop. road,
"Hold still, Sirius, put your hands up where I can see them!"
There was no other choice for Sirius.
"Don't get excited, Remus--"
Sirius didn't raise his hand, he looked upset.
"If you are still willing to listen to a few words from me, Remus, I can explain it to you, although this is not in line with my original intention."
"I do want to hear your explanation, Sirius-"
Remus stepped closer to Black. He stood in the middle of the office, pointed his wand at his former best friend's eyes and said,
"In my opinion, why don't we start with what happened recently? By the way, let's talk about how you persuaded Amosta Blaine to cover for you... Oh, let me Think about it, yes, I almost forgot, you are from a noble pure-blood family... The Black family is very rich, and the Golden Viper... Phew, I must admit that I misjudged it again, he is indeed a... Money can give up principle scum!”
Golden Viper...who is that?
Sirius felt a little confused, but at this time, this confusion was obviously insignificant.
"Actually, Amosta Blaine is a little nobler than you think, Remus-"
Sirius said with a sullen face, "I did try to use Galleons to get him to let me go, but he refused!"
"I'm really surprised -" Remus smiled meanly, this smile was unusual on his face, "Then what did you use to bribe him in the end?"
"yes--"
Sirius subconsciously wanted to answer, but he immediately realized that Remus' understanding was poor, so he said angrily,
"It's not what you think, Remus... Don't get excited, Moony. Either listen quietly to my explanation, or write a letter to Blaine and ask him to come back. He knows everything and he can give it to me. prove!"
"Don't say that name, Blake, you don't deserve it!"
Remus roared suddenly. He stepped in front of Sirius in two steps, grabbed him by the collar and pressed his wand hard against Sirius' forehead.
“You want Blaine back!
Um? for what?
Ah, by the way, you know how powerful he is and that I am no match for him. You want him to kill me, right, Black! "
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