Chapter 579 Wizards, Muggles and Pure Blood

Regarding someone breaking into the school, everyone was asked to sleep in the lobby on the first floor, and the three little ones were called to the principal's office to examine the pet matter. As time went by, they were quickly forgotten by the little wizards.

Harry didn't!

He couldn't believe that he had been in the same room with the enemy who killed his parents for more than two years, and he didn't even speak to Ron for several days.

Relatively silent, everyone hesitated to speak.

Harry knew that Ron must be very sad when he encountered such a thing. He has never had anything that is completely his own, so he cares about his pet very much.

Harry felt that everything was terrible.

Halloween was approaching, and the day before, it was the 'First Hogsmeade Weekend' that only the third graders would open, and they would be allowed to play in Hogsmeade Village.

Miraculously, Uncle Vernon sent a signature and packed several Galleons in the letter. This was the greatest kindness Harry had ever received since he grew up in his aunt's parents.

However, he found that he was not that excited.

He kept thinking about the Voldemort who killed his parents in the black mist. The Dark Lord kept saying that he was recovering his power, a power stronger than Dumbledore's. He was still thinking about the so-called former friend of his father, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius who Professor Lupine said would clear his name.

But Snape said again that Sirius was also the murderer who killed his parents. Harry knew he couldn't believe Snape's words, but...

He's really messed up right now.

"Harry!"

Someone knocked on the bedroom door, waking up both Harry and Ron who were in a daze, and stared blankly at Neville who walked in.

"Anton said that he needs a little of your blood, and he can find traces of Sirius through ritual magic." Neville looked at Harry seriously, "I hesitated to take some opportunities to secretly collect some of your blood, You get hurt a lot, after all."

"only……"

Neville pursed his lips, "I think such a thing still requires Ni's consent. If you refuse, I will reject Anton and suggest that he stop doing so."

"My blood?" Harry was stunned, and turned to look at Ron, who also stared blankly at him.

"Yes, do you agree?" Neville's thin face gradually showed an indescribable tenacity and fortitude.

"Sirius?" Harry seemed to be reconfirmed.

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll go with you!" Harry turned over and jumped off the bed.

Ron also quickly got up, "I'll go with you!" He looked at Harry with some concern, "I'm Anton's younger brother, I mean, no matter what Anton intends to do, he will do it because of me." If you are there, give me some face."

Then, the haze on Harry's face dissipated, he looked at this good buddy and smiled.

Ron laughed too.

This is the case with friends, the care of the other party will always shine into the atrium like a ray of sunshine.

Hey, I don't know if Peter Pettigrew was as good as James Potter back then.

Harry shook his head vigorously. He had a secret. He found that he would start to feel malicious in his heart recently, and some evil thoughts would always pop up in his head.

He has to restrain himself, he doesn't want to be a bad guy!

From the dormitory to the common room, the three met Hermione who was reading by the fireplace again, so they all headed towards the animal pen together again.

...

"Wow~~~" Harry and Ron opened their mouths wide, looking at the magical animals running all over the mountain in disbelief, as well as the col covered in weird mist.

Looking far away, you can also see a tall petal-like house made of vines, which should be Neville's new hut.

So all of a sudden, they thought of the hut they had just obtained, and they were full of joy before, but now they suddenly felt that it was not good.

"Your brother has a lot of magical animals!" Hermione glanced at Ron cautiously. "Maybe you can ask them to give you one as a new pet."

Ron shook his head, "They will give it to me during the summer vacation this year, but all their animals have long hair, and they look like pets that only girls like, so I don't want them."

"This way." Neville beckoned them to follow.

Walking through a path full of various strange flowers, we came to an open space in front of the new hut.

Anton was holding the dagger in one hand and stroking the mammoth floating in mid-air with the other thoughtfully, discussing in low voices with George and Fred, "Wizards have countless ideas for obtaining the power of magical animals. I think the way of crazy witches The most cruel, in order to gain vitality, she must deal with it alive."

George frowned, "We have analyzed that the magic props made in this way are really hard for us to accept."

Fred spread his hands, "This should be considered hypocrisy, although the potion ingredients we use are actually obtained from slaughtering magical animals, and sometimes even directly add a whole mouse or leech."

Anton smacked his lips, gestured with a dagger, and finally shook his head, "Since this is the case, we don't need to use this method."

He smiled slightly, "We have this freedom to choose the way we like."

"I like that statement." George and Fred agreed.

"Hey, Ron, why are you here?" Anton looked back and greeted the three little ones with a smile.

Looking at the dagger in Anton's hand, Harry swallowed, "I... I'm here to provide blood. Neville said you can find Sirius with this."

"Haha~"

Anton looked at him happily, "No, you are here, the whole person is more effective as a medium for ritual magic, after all, Sirius is your godfather."

"Godfather?" Harry murmured this unfamiliar term with his eyes wide open. He was a little at a loss for a while, and all the messy thoughts before suddenly popped out of his mind, turning into countless little people in his mind. The bustling and noisy.

Having new fun, the pitiful flame mammoth floating in mid-air finally regained its freedom and ran away pattering away. Then it turned around and roared at the little wizards, seeing Anton looking Come on, quickly run to a farther place.

"Hannah and Anna are researching a new type of aquatic flower, and you are all here, come and help."

Anton rubbed his hands, walked to a flat ground, looked around, and gently raised his fingers.

The soil was churning, and deep, one-finger-wide gaps appeared on the ground, forming a complex array of ancient runes.

Then, the snuff box floated in the air, and all kinds of strange things floated out.

The first is a large box of candles, which is the second most commonly used item in ritual magic. (Blood is the most commonly used, and mirror is the third.)

George and Fred carried the box and expertly found the exact spot on the ground to insert it.

Then, there was a handful of hair in a plate, and Anton handed it over casually.

Seeing that Harry and Ron hesitated and looked at the hair with some fear, Hermione rolled her eyes and reached out to catch it.

"Crack~"

Anton snapped his fingers, and a downward vertical cursor arrow appeared in the southwest corner of the formation, "You stand there with Draco's hair in your hand!"

"Draco?" Hermione seemed to see something disgusting and almost threw the whole plate away.

Anton raised his eyebrows, "The hair is knotted, which represents the ties of relatives. Sirius is Draco's uncle. This is the hair of a member of the Black family blood that is closest to Sirius that I can find."

"Uncle!???" Harry's interest in Sirius, whom he hadn't met, dropped immediately. He really couldn't believe how his father became friends with Malfoy's uncle.

"Oh, don't use that tone." Anton spread his hands, "Actually, Harry, Ron, you are all somewhat related to Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe."

"Walter!" Harry and Hermione widened their eyes in shock.

Ron looked at everyone with a strange expression and nodded, "Although I don't want to say it, but yes."

"Actually, you don't have to worry about it that much. Pure-blood families like to find marriages with pure-blood families, especially the Black family. They like to do this kind of thing the most." Anton continued to fiddle with things on the plate and handed them to Neville.

"If you go back to the roots, you will find that all relatives will trace back to the Black family. This is a super awesome family." Anton rubbed his chin and clicked his tongue.

"Like Harry, you and Draco share a common ancestor, Doria Black."

"The most recent marriage was decades ago. Charles Potter, an offshoot of the Potter family, married Doria Black. It is said that they have a son."

"That should be your closest blood relative." Anton shrugged. "Who knows, I didn't study the genealogy of pure-blood families carefully. This matter is too boring."

As he said that, arrows of different colors appeared in various directions on the rune formation, and each arrow had a head of a light and shadow figure.

"Okay, everyone take their own things and stand in their positions. Harry, you stand in the circle in the middle."

Harry also wanted to ask Anton about the Potter family. He didn't expect that there were other relatives of the Potter family in this world. Unfortunately, Anton seemed to be interested in this topic, so he could only keep his mouth shut. .

"Then~"

Anton drew out his wand, walked slowly to the middle of the rune circle, and began to recite ancient rune spells around Harry.

As his tone gradually became higher, the candle flame on the candle began to rise, as if absorbing the surrounding light into the candle flame, and everyone could see everything around them turn black with naked eyes.

Indistinctly, there was a surge of mist, and strange colorful lights flickered, but if you looked carefully, you could only see a dark patch and candle flames.

"Harry, call your godfather by name, Sirius Black."

"Huh?" Harry froze for a moment, clenched his fists tightly, "Okay, okay."

Gathering his strength, he yelled, "Sirius Black!"

"Go on, keep calling until you see him." Anton's voice was faint, as if it came from a very far away place.

So Harry yelled again.

Shouting and screaming, the light of a fluorescent lamp suddenly reflected in Harry's pupils, "God, I saw it."

Anton shook his finger, as if he was touching something, and gently pressed his wand against Harry's forehead with his other hand, "Keep staring, I'll take over the black thread of the soul that conveys the message." .”

He licked his lips, "Soon."

boo~

There was a crisp sound, and suddenly, all the candles dissipated, and everyone was surprised to find that their sight had returned to normal light.

"Heh~" Anton sneered, "It's really interesting information that there is a powerful wizard who is good at invisibility on the opposite side."

He picked up his wand violently, and all the candles around him seemed to be corroded, melting quickly, emitting a large amount of white smoke.

White smoke filled the air, and under the sunlight, it reflected a scene of a laboratory. Sirius was tied to the operating table, his body was covered with catheters, and a middle-aged woman in a white coat was holding a syringe out. Squeezing the air.

"Tsk~"

"And Muggles, that's interesting."

Anton's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed the sky suddenly, grabbing the cloud of white mist and turning it into a crystal ball the size of a goose egg.

"Neville, take it to Professor Dumbledore, I think he will be very interested in this."