Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 387: Harry struggling inside

How dare he!

A touch of blood rushed to Harry's face. How dare the murderous criminal who killed his parents in the past mention his father in front of him!

"Except your weapons!"

Wright rushed in, and before Harry jumped on with his bare hands to fight Black fist, he knocked all three wands in Sirius's hand into the air and threw them all to Ron lying on the bed.

Hermione and Ron both shouted with surprises: "Wright!"

The sudden loss of his wand didn't make Sirius flustered, but he looked at Wright who suddenly broke in with some suspicion. For some reason, Sirius always felt that the boy seemed familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

However, in the nearly one year since he escaped from Azkaban, except for the time spent on the road, he has almost always stayed in the forbidden forest, except for two breaks into the castle, he has not gone out. once.

So how did he have this inexplicable familiar feeling?

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

Harry took the wand back again and rushed forward, reaching out to pinch Sirius by the neck before everyone else could respond.

Due to the lack of adequate food supplements for a long time, and since he escaped from Azkaban, he has maintained a high level of nervousness. Sirius, who is much taller than Harry, is already dying to the west, and Harry is easily able to do so. The ground fell to the ground.

Wright saw such a terrible sight and couldn't help but stroked his forehead with his palm.

First Hermione, then Harry, what happened to these two people today? Isn't the true identity of the two of them little wizards? How come one likes boxing and the other likes wrestling?

Harry held Sirius' neck with one hand, and drew out the wand with the other, pressing it against Sirius's brow.

"Are you trying to kill me, Harry?" Sirius's face rose with a smile that didn't know if it was bitter or crazy, showing his black and yellow teeth.

"You killed my mom and dad." Harry's voice sounded trembling, but his hand holding the wand was unexpectedly firm.

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

"All through?" Harry felt the blood in his chest boil, and even his eardrums were hit and buzzed with tinnitus. "You still have the guts to tell the whole story?"

"You must listen to me," Sirius's voice added a sense of eagerness, "otherwise you will regret it..."

The expressions on Chang Chu's and Hermione's faces eased, and they no longer looked at Sirius with hatred as before. The two delicate-minded girls had already heard what Sirius' words seemed to contain.

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

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

"I know you more than you think." Harry's voice trembled even harder. "You have never heard her pleading, her yelling, have you? My mother ...She wanted to stop Voldemort from killing me...but you did something like that...I heard it, every time I face a dementor, I hear my mother's voice..."

Harry clenched the wand in his hand.

The time has come, the time has come to avenge his parents. If 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 remained still in that posture. The tip of his wand with holly wood and phoenix tail feathers did not release a cold green light, nor did he burst out a flaming star.

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

Suddenly.

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

It was followed by a loud "Weapon except you"!

As if the incident repeated a few minutes ago, Harry's wand was knocked into the corner of the room by Lupin who was suddenly rushed to it.

Lupin just wanted to signal Harry to return to Ron and Hermione, but a powerful force exploded in his hand, and the wand he was holding tightly was knocked into the air again with a disarming curse.

"Sorry, Professor Lupin, I actually played against you in such a situation." Wright reached out and took Lupin's wand flying in the air accurately. "But I think we should listen first. Let’s finish the conversation between Harry and Black."

"Wright Pass." Lupin murmured Wright's name softly. "It's not as famous as meeting, even though Principal Dumbledore and Dean Flitwick have praised you for your excellence many times in front of me, but I Still never thought that your level has reached such a level."

"Thanks for the compliment." Wright nodded politely, and picked his wand to the left.

For the vast majority of wizards in the world, after losing their wand, they are no different from an ordinary unarmed person. Now in this room, he still maintains the ability to cast spells, except for Chang Chu, only Wright who holds almost everyone's wand in his hand.

So Lupin had no choice but to follow Wright's meaning, walked to the side and closed the door of the room that was violently opened just now, and then stood there quietly watching the developments in the room~IndoMTL.com~ But just At this moment, Harry, who was supposed to be the protagonist, was in a trance. His wand had just been knocked off. He had not been able to accomplish that. He could not retaliate against his parents.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled nervously, "Come here! The Minister of Magic is at school! We will send Blake to the Dementor! He is not worthy of you!"

Harry glanced at Wright, then at Ron and Hermione, then looked down at Black who was lying on the ground.

Sighing heavily, Harry got up from the ground with his head drooping.

"You take care of it, Wright." Harry's voice sounded as if floating in the clouds, and didn't touch the ground at all, "Black...Give it to the Ministry of Magic, or the Dementor, it's up to you..."

"Harry," Changchu held Harry's arm with a sad look, and led him to the bed Ron was lying on to sit down, "Are you okay..."

Harry just lowered his head, covered his head with his hands tightly, and stopped looking at anyone.

Wright hasn't made up his mind yet.

"His--" Ron gave a short cry, then forced himself to hold it back.

Lupin, who heard the sound, looked at Ron, and almost intuitively saw the mouse in his hand. The skinny mouse didn't know where his strength came from, and he had bitten Ron's hands with blood.

"Is this him, Sirius?" Lupin's voice contained a certain suppressed emotion.

Sirius forcibly supported his dying body and stood up from the ground.

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