bioinnovel Chapter 208 Sirius's Method
Chapter 208 Sirius's Method
Chapter 208 Sirius's Method
That night, no one slept in the Gryffindor Tower; a group of people stared at each other until dawn.
The next morning, news that Sirius Black had once again broken into the castle reached every student's ears on the cold wind.
Ron Weasley was receiving more attention than ever before, with everyone wanting to know about his harrowing experience last night and hear his harrowing story.
After morning and evening, students noticed that security measures had been strengthened throughout the school, and photos of Sirius Black were posted everywhere.
The caretaker, Filch, was extremely busy, running around the castle with his cat, checking and fixing anything that was missing.
The program was fine, but the result was wrong. Kadogan was dismissed and returned to the desolate eighth-floor stairwell.
The still-shaken fat lady is back in office, and the Gryffindor dormitory supervisor is back online.
To calm the fat lady down and protect her from further harm, the school hired a group of monstrous security guards to watch over her.
Trolls are magical creatures with incredible strength but very low intelligence.
Yes, although wizards often use trolls to describe people who are brainless, trolls do possess intelligence.
Trolls use clubs as weapons and attempt to tame wild animals. Slightly smarter trolls can even become security guards after training.
Of course, due to his intellectual limitations, the troll security guard can only perform simple security tasks, such as guarding the portrait of the fat lady in the corridor.
After a day of fermentation, the news that Sirius Black had once again stormed the Gryffindor Tower was known to everyone, and a question that puzzled all the students arose.
Why Ron (Weasley)?
Why wasn't Ron (Weasley) silenced?
Even Ron himself was puzzled by this question: why was Blake standing in front of his bed with a knife? Had he gone to the wrong bed?
Harry felt the same way; he couldn't understand why Sirius was so obsessed with the Gryffindor Tower, nor could he understand why Sirius had his eye on Ron.
It wasn't that Harry wasn't smart enough, but rather that the events he witnessed were incomplete, lacking the most crucial element: that Peter Pettigrew hadn't died, but had instead transformed into Scabbers and remained hidden in the Gryffindor tower.
The entire school was puzzled by Sirius's behavior; Snape was fixated on finding fault with Belvina, while Lupin worried that Belvina might accidentally kill Sirius.
In response, Lupin could only pray that Belvina would consider the bigger picture, and even if she didn't care about Sirius, she should at least think about the continuation of the Black family line.
A few days later, late at night, Lupin came alone to the Muggle Studies classroom on the fifth floor of the castle.
The classroom door was unlocked, so Lu Ping pushed it open and walked in. He then locked the door behind him before heading towards the spiral staircase inside the classroom.
Standing at the top of the spiral staircase, Lupin knocked on the door with a rhythm of three long knocks followed by two short knocks.
With a soft click, the door opened, Lupin entered the room, and then locked the door again.
"You're here," Belvina's voice rang out. "Come in."
"Sirius is still alive, right?" Lupin asked. "You didn't hit him again, did you?"
Belvina rolled her eyes at Lupin and said, "Don't worry, he'll be bouncing around again in a couple of days."
As she spoke, Belvina led Lupin into the innermost bedroom of the room, leaving Lupin alone there while she went into the bathroom by herself.
Half a minute later, Belvina pushed a simple wheelchair out of the washroom, and Sirius sat in the wheelchair, grinning.
Sirius's originally dirty long hair was cut short, and his tattered prison uniform was replaced with clean and comfortable new clothes. His overall spirit and energy improved a lot.
However, Sirius still looked very haggard, with sunken eyes and high cheekbones, like a dark fantasy skeleton.
Lupin stared at Sirius, looking into his old friend's gloomy eyes, then grinned and strode forward.
Two old friends who hadn't seen each other for twelve years embraced tightly, patting each other's backs vigorously; a hug was worth a thousand words.
"I never thought I'd see you again, Bigfoot," Lupin said softly. "I thought I'd never see you again." "You didn't say that last time, Moonface," Sirius said with a laugh. "Weren't you going to break my legs too?!"
Lupin raised his leg and kicked Sirius, the kick landing squarely on Sirius's splinted calf, making him gasp in pain.
"Belvina has already done it for me, so I don't need to do it myself," Lupin said with a laugh. "Your smile is really ugly. Aren't you going to get your broken front tooth fixed?"
At this point, Sirius looked at Belvina with resentment; his legs and his front teeth were all thanks to his younger sister.
Both legs were broken, making it difficult for him to move around; he lost his front teeth, causing him to speak with a lisp.
"Why are you two looking at me while you catch up?" Belvina said. "We're like siblings; that kind of relationship is immoral. You could consider Bellatrix; you're her cousin—"
Like Walbuga and Orion, they are cousins.
"You crazy woman!" Sirius said angrily, "Do you know how much trouble I've had eating these past few days?!"
Belvina, who was sitting in an armchair by the fireplace, suddenly straightened up, and the arrogant Sirius immediately shrank back, no longer showing his previous arrogance.
Anyone whose legs are broken by a hammer and whose teeth are knocked out by a watch will unconsciously lose some of their momentum.
Moreover, Belvina is the type to resort to violence at the slightest provocation, without even giving a warning beforehand.
If Sirius continues to provoke him, he will probably only be able to eat liquid food for the next few days.
"Let's get down to business, let's get down to business." Lupin was having a headache; he felt like there were two Sirius Blacks beside him.
The Black siblings are inherently indifferent to life and have a bit of an egotistical attitude, except that Sirius Black met Jaime, and Belvina had Bassheda.
"You really changed him?" Lupin stared intently at Sirius. "You really changed the person who kept the secret, and you didn't tell me?"
Sirius looked at Lupin with apologetic eyes, then lowered his head in remorse.
"Yes, it was I who suggested that James change his Secret Service agent," Sirius said softly. "I thought it would be a better way to protect James and Lily."
It was a rather clumsy switcheroo, much like Belvina's original plan.
Sirius stands on the stage, performing to attract everyone's attention in order to protect the real secret agent, Peter Pettigrew.
As long as Voldemort's attention is focused entirely on Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew will be safe. The Secret Service will be safe, and the Potters will remain undiscovered.
The idea was not bad, but Sirius and James trusted the wrong person. They actually believed the weak Peter Pettigrew and thought that Peter Pettigrew would keep the secret from the powerful Voldemort.
"James and Lily took my advice, and I'm the one who killed them," Sirius said painfully. "I should have seen through Peter's treachery! Why didn't I realize he was a spy?!"
Sirius clutched his head in pain, pulling at his hair, his knuckles turning pale from the excessive force.
Belvina, sitting by the fireplace, didn't utter a word of mockery, even though she thought Sirius's suggestion was incredibly stupid, and the Potters, who accepted Sirius's advice, were so stupid they could be in a museum.
They clearly had better options; they could have had Dumbledore act as their secret keeper, but the Potters chose to trust their friend.
The price of foolishness is losing one's life, leaving one-year-old Harry alone in the world.
"Why is Peter always hiding in the shadows?" Lupin seemed to be talking to Sirius, or perhaps to himself.
"He's not hiding from me, he's hiding from the Death Eaters," Sirius said. "I heard something in Azkaban that they think Peter betrayed Voldemort. If they knew Peter was still alive, they certainly wouldn't let him go."
If Peter Pettigrew was truly innocent, why did he fake his death and hide? Why did he willingly become a pet mouse and hide for twelve years?
"I have some bad news for you, Sirius," Belvina said, propping her elbow on her hand and resting her chin on her palm. "Because of your repeated recklessness, and the pursuit of a big ginger cat, Peter Pettigrew has gone missing."
"Crooked Hill, that was the smartest cat I've ever met," Sirius said. "It knew right away that I wasn't a dog."
It also showed that Peter wasn't a mouse. It took me a long time to gain Crookshanks' trust.
Belvina raised an eyebrow; she hadn't expected Sirius's mole at Hogwarts to be a cat.
"Crooked Mountain wanted to capture Peter and hand him over to me," Sirius continued. "I was able to get into Gryffindor Tower this time because of Crooked Mountain; he stole a note full of passwords."
"You two have really put Navei through a lot," Belvina sighed.
That night, although Professor McGonagall didn't mention Neville's name to the other professors, when Sirius Black mentioned the note full of passwords, Belvina immediately thought of the Gryffindor crybaby.
Neville had privately complained to Belvina that, in order to avoid spending the night in the corridors outside the Gryffindor Tower, he had to write down all of Sir Cadogan's passwords on slips of paper.
"Who?" Sirius asked疑惑地, "Who is Neville? When did you have a child?"
Lupin put his hand to his forehead, thinking, "What is all this nonsense?!"
"Neville, Neville Longbottom," Lupin explained, "Frank and Alice's son."
"That note full of passwords belongs to Neville Longbottom; he has a bad memory," Belvina explained. "Hopefully, Professor McGonagall won't tell Mrs. Longbottom about it."
With that, Belvina stood up and kicked Sirius's leg, which was in a splint, determined to get revenge.
Sirius cried out in pain, then fell silent.
The silence wasn't due to a misunderstanding about Belvina having a child out of wedlock, but rather because it reminded him of the Longbottoms' unfortunate experience.
"The problem now is how to find Peter Pettigrew," Belvina said. "If you don't find him, your case won't be overturned, and no one will believe a fugitive."
"There's a way," Sirius said confidently. "If we get it, we can find that bastard Peter."