Chapter 118 "How to Comfort a Mad Dog"

When the Gryffindor common room was in chaos again, Maca, who was rushing back from the "Snow Witch", had just walked into the secret passage leading to the Whomping Willow.

But when he held the vial containing the condensed sand and walked halfway with his head down, a black figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

Maca was suddenly thrown to the ground by the black shadow, and the bottle in his hand fell to the ground, rolling all the way to the corner of the stone wall of the secret passage.

Fortunately, the potion bottle was quite strong, not only did it not break, but the condensed sand inside shone brightly due to the violent collision.

This time Maca saw clearly that it was none other than Sirius Black in Animagus form, the thin but rather large black dog who stepped on him.

Maca immediately struggled to draw out his wand, but was slapped away by Black's paw, who had been staring at him closely.

"Who are you! Why are you here?" Maca pretended to be panicked. He kept struggling, but the strength of the black dog was so strong that he couldn't move.

At this time, the black dog looked back - he was looking in the direction of Hogwarts Castle.

Immediately, Maca quickly analyzed the current situation in his mind.

To be honest, the encounter with Black in the secret passage this time was beyond Maca's expectation, but it was within his grasp.

During this period of time, Maca went back and forth to Hogwarts, always using this secret passage. In fact, he has been wondering whether he will have a "coincident encounter" with Black here?

But no matter what, as long as you meet Black here, the other party must have done something, or wanted to do something.

Now, as Blake was hurrying out, it was evidently done--and fruitless.

He was thinking about it, but unexpectedly the other party was quite impatient, biting Maca's collar and dragging him outside.

Maca glanced at the wand which was getting farther and farther away from him, but didn't resist much, allowing Black to drag him away from the way he came quickly.

He stared at the top wall of the secret passage motionlessly, like a child who was frightened by the situation just now.

Black dragged him all the way to the Shrieking Shack, where he returned to human form.

"Lumos," Black said hoarsely.

The last time it was too dark in the forest, Maca hadn't seen it clearly, but this time he could see it clearly.

This is a tall man with black hair and gray eyes, but the long-term prison life has made him look quite thin, and his hair has long been messy and tangled together.

A beard looks like it has been scorched by fire, curled up against his dirty face, if he goes to Hollywood to play a homeless man who sleeps on the street, he doesn't need makeup.

Maca also noticed that the wand in his hand had also changed, it was not his original one.

"Sirius Black!" Maca tried to widen her eyes, pretending to be extremely frightened.

"Stop pretending," Black snorted impatiently, "You can fool children with your acting skills."

Maca was really surprised this time, what did he know?

Fortunately, what Black said next made him secretly relieved.

"McLean, you are Harry's friend, I know that." He frowned and said quickly, "I don't care how you found this secret passage, but you have seen me now... I am sure I can't let you go back... at least not for the time being."

He almost uttered the classic line "You will ruin my good deed" which is exclusive to the villain.

It has to be said that Black, who has spent a full 12 years in Azkaban, blames himself for what happened back then all the time. Until the summer vacation at the end of the last semester, Ron's father won the "Daily Prophet" annual award and traveled to Egypt for a month.

Even more coincidentally, the mouse, Banban, who was just looking for trouble, happened to be photographed in the photo, which made the news in the "Daily Prophet"!

In this way, the filming of the crazy dog ​​chasing the mangy mouse officially started this year...

Blake is a man with hidden pride. He is willing to blame himself for the death of his good buddies and his wife, and he is willing to kill the real murderer by himself.

For this reason, he even did not hesitate to bear all the infamy—he didn't care!

Right now, Blake's self-important self-important mistake made another mistake. He stretched out his wand and pointed at Maca, as if he was about to cast some kind of spell that restricts his movements in the next second.

"You don't want Harry to always think that his godfather is a murderer?" Maca asked suddenly, staring into his eyes.

Black's hand holding the wand trembled slightly, but he steadied himself immediately.

"So what! I just want to bite that damn mouse to death!" Blake's eyes flickered with madness, and he roared loudly, "All petrified!"

This bloody lunatic!

Maca immediately rolled to the side, and a cloud of dust flew up.

"Is there nothing else on your mind but hatred and self-blame!" he continued immediately after realizing that he hadn't been hit. "Think of your godson! Think of Harry! He's lost his My parents have been there for 13 years!"

Black's movements stiffened, and a tangled look appeared on his face.

Maca took the opportunity to turn over, regardless of the dust all over his body, and said while the iron was hot: "Don't you think, you should do your duty as a godfather? You should know that his aunt's family didn't treat him at all. Well - what he needs now is a loved one who loves him and thinks of him in every way!"

Having said that, Maca stood up and walked in front of Black without hesitation.

"Besides, what's the point of catching Peter? Killing him is considered to be for Uncle Potter and—" Maca paused suddenly, and then continued, "...Have you avenged Aunt Lily?"

It's embarrassing, I almost didn't remember what Harry's mother's name was...

Fortunately, Blake didn't notice this. He glared at Maca with wide eyes, and yelled angrily: "It's revenge! Revenge! Peter betrayed us, the Potters! You won't understand—"

At this moment, Maca grabbed Black's filthy collar and said loudly, "What is Voldemort! Tell me!"

"Voldemort? Isn't he dead?" Black froze.

"Aren't you underestimating Voldemort?" Maca thought that he should write a book titled "How to Comfort a Mad Dog".

He pushed Blake lightly and loosened his collar - he didn't want to feel the slippery touch any longer.

"Let me just put it this way, it's only a matter of time before Voldemort returns again." Maca said calmly, "In fact, as early as the year Harry and I entered school, he had already appeared once..."

Maca gave a general account of what happened at the end of the first grade, and Black's face darkened a lot.

"Sorry, I'm really too impulsive—" He frowned, but he stopped in the middle of the sentence, "Wait! How did you know that Peter——"

"The average lifespan of a mouse is 1 to 3 years, what do you think?" Maca waved his hand casually and said, "Besides, the aliases on your Marauder's Map are too careless, please spend more time Is your son not good at work?"

Blake blinked in embarrassment.

"Then..." He thought for a while and said, "Do you really think that the traitor back then was not me, but Peter?"

Maca nodded and said, "At least that's what I deduce. Besides, I firmly believe in the magic theory I have mastered...Huh? You eavesdropped on the conversation between me and the professors in the three broomsticks?"

The self-directed and self-acted show was obviously successful. After all, from Black's point of view, what Maca said that day was all "true thoughts" revealed "inadvertently".

In terms of the current situation of Black, it is really not easy to have an ally-he will definitely not miss it.

"Then can you do me a favor?"

Sure enough, Blake spoke up.

But his old habit of conceit might not be changed—he just asked Maca to help him pay attention to Peter Pettigrew's movements, and find an opportunity to tell him, that's all.

To be honest, this is not what Maca wants. In Maca's view, this is really unsafe.

Fortunately, the main purpose of Maca is not here. What's more, does he need to notify Black in advance what he wants to do?

"Uncle Black, there is one more thing I have to ask you..." Maca leaned close to Black and whispered.

...

That night, in Hogwarts Castle, no one in Gryffindor Tower slept.

Everyone knew that the castle had been raided again, and the entire Gryffindor house was waiting in the common room to hear if Black had been caught.

At dawn, Professor McGonagall returned, and she told everyone that Black had escaped again.

The next day, wherever they went, they saw increased security.

Professor Flitwick was holding a large picture of Blake and teaching everyone who guarded the front door to identify; Filch was suddenly scurrying up and down the corridors, boarding up everything from small cracks to rat holes in the walls.

And Sir Cadogan, with his brains full of oil and glue, was sacked—his portrait was put back on the lonely eighth-floor landing.

Then, the fat lady came back.

They had the Fat Lady restored professionally, but she was still extremely nervous. Her return to work was conditional—she demanded that she be extra protected.

Somehow the professor had decided to hire a group of gruff midgets to protect her, strutting menacingly down the corridors, murmuring and comparing the size of sticks in their hands.

Harry inadvertently noticed that the statue of the one-eyed witch on the fourth floor was still unguarded and not enclosed.

Fred and George - now, of course, Harry, Ron and Hermione - thought they were the only ones who knew there was a secret passage inside the statue, and so far at least that seemed to be the case.

"Who do you think we should tell?" Harry asked Ron.

"We know he's not from Honeydukes," said Ron thoughtlessly. "If anyone breaks into that shop, we'll hear about it."