When Sirius was still a fugitive, he often had contact with the Index Finger Man.
Oxel, the index-fingered man, was similar to a killer bounty hunter. Faced with Sirius's high bounty, he had been looking for it for a long time.
"Look, Sirius Black, noble and ever pure Black."
Oxel's face was full of joking. He clicked his tongue at Sirius and said, "Why do you look like a lost dog? Are you wanted again?"
"Oxer, what are you doing here?" Sirius looked wary.
He secretly cried out that he was unlucky, it happened to be when he was in a bad state.
Normally, I wouldn't have to worry so much.
Oxel could see Sirius' vigilance. He shrugged, raised the brim of his hat with his fingers, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have changed my job now."
After that, Oxer showed the silver scythe in his windbreaker and said softly: "I switched to killing Death Eaters."
"Star Disciple." Sirius' pupils shrank.
He had also seen the reward at the Blind Pig Bar. This star disciple appeared specifically to hunt down Death Eaters.
Logically speaking, these people should be considered comrades in the Order of the Phoenix.
But the Order of the Phoenix wouldn't think so, because the guys in the Star Disciples are basically dark wizards, and every one of them has blood on their hands.
The number of Star Disciples is a mystery, but each of them is a once-famous dark wizard.
Index finger man, Gemini, execution platform...
These guys are more dangerous than Death Eaters, especially the Index Finger Man, who takes pleasure in killing.
"What? Want to join?" Oxer smiled and said, "I can be your introducer."
"No," Sirius said coldly: "With people like you, I don't want to go in."
"Weren't you once a wanted criminal?" Oxer said disdainfully: "Don't talk about how noble you are, you have also killed people."
Moving his eyes to Watson, Oxer said calmly: "A Muggle, you want to kill him?"
"It's just forgotten memory." If Sirius wanted to kill Watson, he wouldn't be hurt so badly.
"Well, good luck to you." Oxer shrugged, and a human skin fell out of his pocket.
He picked up the human skin without changing his expression and patted the dust on it.
Sirius' eyelids twitched, and after watching the other party leave, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Turning around to cast the forgetting spell, he saw the car starting and the car's taillights.
"I..." Sirius wanted to curse.
...
12 Grimmauld Place.
Upstairs, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were finally reunited.
Entering the room, the light here is not very good and seems a bit dim.
Two single beds are placed side by side.
Too many things happened today, which was hard for the three little ones to digest.
"So...you were attacked by dementors?"
Ron spoke first, he was curious about what happened to Harry.
Hermione said angrily: "Harry is a victim, but he still has to go to the Ministry of Magic for trial. I have checked the information. They can't fire you, absolutely not. The "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards" stipulates that before your life is affected, Magic can be used in situations of threat.”
Her mouth kept moving, and Ron and Harry exchanged glances, indicating that this was Hermione, right.
After closing the door, Harry still saw Hedwig here.
Ron complained: "It was always restless and almost pecked us half to death."
Harry was a little embarrassed when talking about this.
It was he who asked Hedwig to force Ron to bring her a decent reply, otherwise she would keep pecking at him until he wrote it.
"I'm really sorry, but I want to get a reply, you know." Harry thought about being kept in the dark during this period, and suddenly felt bad.
"We wanted to get back to you too, mate," said Ron. "Hermione was worried sick. She kept saying that if you stayed there without news, you might do something stupid. Come, but Dumbledore asked us to..."
"Make you swear not to tell me?" Harry's expression turned ugly.
The surprise of meeting two good friends for the first time gradually dissipated. He spent a whole month longing to see them. Now he was willing to let the two people leave and stay alone.
"He seems to think that's the best thing to do," Hermione said nervously, "I mean Dumbledore."
"I think he probably thinks you're safest if you stay with Muggles," said Ron.
"Really?" Harry asked with raised eyebrows, "Have any of you been attacked by dementors this summer?"
Is it safest to be around Muggles?
Stop making trouble, I was attacked by dementors.
He was the only one left in the dark.
Ron was speechless, "No, it's precisely because of that that he sent people from the Order of the Phoenix to follow you at all times."
"It doesn't seem to work very well, does it?" Harry felt a little cold in his heart and tried to stay calm, "I still have to protect myself, right?"
"Maybe... there is another reason." Hermione was silent for a while and then said, "He thinks John is here too."
John.
The name that had been mentioned frequently since just downstairs appeared again.
Harry laughed angrily, "Can John keep me safe?"
"At least, John is more reliable than others, isn't he?" Hermione said hesitantly, "John will not hurt you."
"You don't know, I didn't even have it during the summer vacation..."
The words stopped on his lips, and Harry remembered something.
The black thread seemed to drag away the soul.
If according to Hermione, then, that thing is John's magic?
It was something very bad, Harry was sure of it.
Could it be that John is studying black magic?
Ron hurriedly came out to smooth things over and said, "Dumbledore was furious. We saw that he was very angry at Mundungus' behavior."
"I wish he would leave," Harry said coldly. "If he doesn't leave, I won't be able to use magic, and Dumbledore will probably let me stay at Privet Drive all summer vacation."
Harry was angry at Dumbledore for isolating himself from the circle.
Just as the three little ones were talking, Sirius came back.
There was another rush below.
Tonks, especially, almost laughed out loud.
"What do you mean by just being a Muggle?"
Tonks gloated, Sirius had a dark look on his face.
Who would have thought that Muggle would act so unconventionally.
This is not America. Why are you bringing a gun with you when you go out?
After receiving treatment, he came with a message.
About the Star Disciples.
...
Watson came back very late.
the next day.
John once wondered if his father had driven home drunk yesterday. He saw a dent mark on the rear of the car.
"Dad, did you crash the car?" he asked the somewhat absent-minded Watson.
Watson asked: "Do you think there is any way to deal with the wizard?"
"?"
Why did dad suddenly ask these questions?
John was a little confused and said casually: "Of course, just grab the wizard's wand."
"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Watson hesitated and said, "I'm asking if there is any way to resist the wizard's magic."
Watson managed to escape yesterday. He emptied the magazine and injured Sirius too seriously.
After returning home, he couldn't sleep even thinking about it.
Isn't it unfair that magic is so dangerous and that as an ordinary person, I have no way to fight against it?
John glanced at him and thought that his father was not interested in the equipment in his basement, right?
He said cautiously: "Yes, yes, but what are you going to do?"
"Really?" Watson's eyes lit up, and he began to realize that wizards were more than just kind old men and old ladies who could turn into mice.
John showed him the amulet despite his father's hard work.
This thing is equivalent to the bulletproof vest in the magic world, which can block most spells.
Watson's eyes were bright. If this thing had existed yesterday, would he still have been controlled?
I took a sneak peek into the basement and saw that it was full of amulets, enough to arm an entire team.
John closed the door. He knew that his father would not ask this question for no reason. Did he meet a wizard?
Thinking of the wizards around the bosses, John felt that he should also pay attention to the defense of his family.
...
Gringotts.
A young man claiming to be the last blood descendant of Lestrange appears in Diagon Alley.
The goblin looked at the authorization statement in his hand and the young face of the other party, with deep suspicion in his eyes.
"It's true, isn't it?"
The young man smiled slightly, took out his pocket watch, took a look at it, and urged: "Time is money."
Even though I doubt it, the contract is true.
The goblin had to comply.
Lead the young men to Lestrange's vault.
On the way, they passed a waterfall that could wash away magic. The goblin kept paying attention to each other, but under the waterfall, nothing happened to the man.
After riding the rail car for a while, they arrived at Lestrange's vault.
A locked fire dragon was crawling there, with the goblin leading the way, shaking the jingle piece in his hand. The fire dragon reacted by avoiding and not daring to attack.
This scene made the young man's eyes darken slightly.
Walk past the fire dragon and inside is a vault.
Compared to the vaults outside, it is obviously safer here.
The goblin's fingers crossed the door, and there was a sound of the lock being opened.
Then the door to the vault opened.
It is indeed an ancient pure-blood family, with many treasures piled inside.
These alone are enough to be worthy of the brands under the Silver Hand series.
The goblin stood behind him obsequiously and respectfully. The young man glanced at the goblin and said calmly: "You can leave."
The goblin's face froze, and he left muttering something.
The young man turned his attention back, tugged on his waxed hair, and fixed his gaze on a shelf.
The sword inlaid with rubies made his expression freeze.
"The Sword of Gryffindor?"
After watching it for a while, he shook his head and said, "It's a fake, but it looks like it's worth some money."
The young man is John.
Waterfalls can wash away magic, but they have no effect on basic makeup.
He hired a makeup artist to fine-tune his face. It was obviously the same face, but it gave him a completely different temperament.
Looking at the treasures in the vault, John grinned and said, "They are all mine."
...
Some people died, but not completely...
