Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

How dare he!

A flash of blood rushed to Harry's face. How could this vicious criminal who killed his parents back then dare to mention his father in front of him!

"Expelliarmus!"

Wright rushed in suddenly, and before the unarmed Harry rushed forward to fight with Black, he knocked all three wands out of Sirius's hand and threw them all to Ron who was lying on the bed.

Hermione and Ron both shouted in surprise: "Wright!"

The sudden loss of his wand did not make Sirius panic, but he looked at Wright who suddenly broke in with some confusion. For some reason, Sirius always felt that this boy seemed familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

But in the nearly a year after escaping from Azkaban, except for the time spent on the road, he almost always stayed in the Forbidden Forest. Except for breaking into the castle twice, he never went out once.

So how did he get this inexplicably familiar feeling?

Chang Chu, who followed Wright closely, closed the door and ran towards Hermione with a reproachful expression, this silly girl.

Harry, who had regained his wand, rushed forward suddenly, and before anyone could react, he reached out and grabbed Sirius' neck.

Because he had not received enough food for a long time, and had been in a highly nervous state after escaping from Azkaban, Sirius, who was much taller than Harry, was already in decline, and was actually easily dumped by Harry. on the ground.

Seeing such a horrific sight, Wright couldn't help but stroke his forehead with his palm.

First Hermione, then Harry, what happened to these two people today? Aren't their true identities as little wizards? Why does one like boxing and the other like wrestling?

Harry held Sirius' neck with one hand, took out his wand with one hand, and put it against Sirius's eyebrows.

"Are you going to kill me, Harry?" A smile that was either bitter or crazy appeared on Sirius's face, revealing his black and yellow teeth.

"You killed my parents." Harry's voice sounded trembling, but his hand holding the wand was surprisingly firm.

"I don't deny it," Sirius said softly, "but I want you to know the whole story."

"Everything happened?" Harry felt the blood in his chest boiling, and even his eardrums were a little buzzing from the impact. "You actually have the guts to tell the whole story that year?"

"You must listen to me," Sirius' voice had a hint of urgency, "otherwise you will regret it..."

The expressions on the faces of Chang Chu and Hermione softened, and they no longer looked at Sirius with the same hatred as before. The two girls, who were attentive, had already heard that Sirius' words seemed to contain other meanings.

Ron didn't hear it, and the expression on his face was as disgusted as ever.

Harry didn't hear it either, he just thought Black was mocking him.

"I know a lot more than you think." Harry's voice trembled even more, "You've never heard her pleas, her screams, have you? My mother...she You wanted to stop Voldemort from killing me...but you did that...I heard it, I would hear my mother's voice every time I faced the dementors..."

Harry tightened his grip on his wand.

The time has come, the time has come to avenge his parents. He wants to kill Black. He must kill Black. This may be the last chance in his life to catch Black...

Harry raised his wand...

For a few long seconds, Harry still maintained that posture without moving. The top of his wand made of holly wood and phoenix tail feathers released neither cold green light nor fiery red stars.

Sirius raised his head silently, looking peacefully at his godson.

Sudden.

A burst of thumping footsteps came from outside, and the tattered wooden door was slammed open with a violent bang.

What followed was a resounding "Expelliarmus"!

As if the incident a few minutes ago was repeated, Harry's wand was knocked away by Lupine who suddenly arrived, and rolled to the corner of the room.

Lupine was just about to signal Harry to return to Ron and Hermione, but a powerful force suddenly exploded in his hand, and the wand he was holding tightly was once again knocked away by a disarming spell.

"I'm sorry, Professor Lupin, to fight you under such circumstances." Wright stretched out his hand and accurately grasped Lupin's wand flying in the air, "But I think we should finish listening to Harry first. Let’s talk about the conversation with Blake.”

"Light Pass." Lupine murmured Wright's name softly, "It's better to be famous than to meet him. Even though Principal Dumbledore and Dean Flitwick have praised your excellence many times in front of me, I still didn't expect it. Your level has reached such a level.”

"Thank you for the compliment." Wright nodded politely and pointed the wand in his hand to the left.

For most wizards in the world, after losing their wands, they are no different from unarmed ordinary people. Currently, the only person in this room who still maintains the ability to cast spells, apart from Chang Chu, is Wright, who holds almost everyone's wand in his hand.

So Lupine had no choice but to follow Wright's wishes, walked to the side and closed the door that he had just violently opened, and then stood there quietly watching the developments in the room.

But at this moment, Harry, who was supposed to be the protagonist, was in a trance. His wand was knocked away just now. He failed to complete the task. He could no longer personally avenge his parents.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted nervously, "Come here! The Minister of Magic is in the school! Let's send Black to the Dementors! He doesn't deserve what you do!"

Harry glanced at Wright, then at Ron and Hermione, then lowered his head and looked at Black lying on the ground.

Sighing heavily, Harry stood up from the ground with his head hanging.

"You handle it, Wright." Harry's voice sounded as if it was floating in the clouds, so light that it didn't even touch the ground. "Black...give it to the Ministry of Magic, or the Dementors, it's up to you..."

"Harry," Chang Chu, who looked sad, held Harry's arm and led him to the bed where Ron was lying and sat down, "Are you okay..."

Harry just lowered his head, covering his head tightly with his hands, not looking at anyone anymore.

Wright hasn't made up his mind yet.

"Hiss—" Ron yelled briefly, and then forced himself to hold back.

Lupine, who heard the sound, looked towards Ron and saw the mouse in his hand almost intuitively. The skinny rat had no idea where it came from and had bitten Ron's hands until blood dripped from them.

"Is this him, Sirius?" Lupine's voice contained some suppressed emotion.

Sirius forced his body, which was almost exhausted, to stand up from the ground.

He looked at Ron, nodded heavily, and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, that's right! Kill him! Kill him! Remus!"