Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 389: 1 group of unregistered Animagus

Everyone in the room was stunned by this sudden change. Even Wright, facing the usual speed of reaction like a rabbit, was unavoidably a little unprepared.

Chang Chu continued: "Although I still don’t know exactly what happened between you and Harry, based on the information I have, you, Sirius Black, are a man with a fierce reputation. Prisoner of Azkaban. And what Harry just said confirmed that you did kill his parents, and you just admitted that you killed Harry's parents yourself."

"I don't know if there are some big secrets hidden behind this," Chang Chu said quite seriously, "but for now, you'd better stay there honestly."

Sirius, who was bound by the vines, twisted his body on the ground, trying to get up from the ground with this, but his action only made the clothes stained with more dust from the ground.

Lupin stepped forward with a sigh, pulled Sirius up, and lightly patted the dust on his body. At this moment, the black vines surrounding Sirius still did not fall.

"Thank you, Remus." Sirius said tragically.

Lupin didn't speak, just shook his head.

Wright was about to listen to Chang Chu to continue speaking, but she did not expect that she had just shown her power, but at this time she returned to Hermione's side, making a quiet listening gesture.

After sorting out his thoughts, Wright first said to Harry: "Sorry, Harry, I don't know if you are willing to let me handle this matter, after all, you are the real protagonist."

Harry gritted his teeth and nodded hard.

"So now, Xiaochu, can you let go of your **** to Mr. Black first?" Wright said to Changchu again.

Chang Chu looked at Wright with some doubts: "Huh?"

"It's okay, trust me." Wright said.

Without hesitation, Changchu turned the Elf Embrace on his wrist once again, and the four black vines that were originally tied to Sirius immediately fell off and fell softly to the floor. At the same time, the eight pearl-like milky white **** inlaid on the Elf's Embrace Ring also dimmed by four in an instant, indicating that only half of the vine seeds remain in the Elf's Embrace Ring.

Sirius glanced bitterly in Ron's direction, but finally did not pounce on it again.

"Now, Ron, can you give me your mouse first?" Wright asked Ron.

"..." Ron hesitated for a long time, but he stretched out his hand, and was sent out with the scab in his hand.

Wright gently waved his wand, pulling out the frantically struggling spot in Ron's hands. This mouse, about the size of a palm, floated slowly in the air, and finally fell into an iron cage that Wright had transformed out of thin air.

click.

Wright closed the door of the iron cage and shut the scabs inside. The mouse ran wildly in the iron cage, constantly making sharp and piercing noises, but it couldn't get through the small gaps of the iron rods. He got out, even if he wanted to bite, he couldn't find a place to put his teeth.

"How did you know--" Sirius said unexpectedly.

"This mouse?" Wright interrupted Sirius. "From just now, your target has always been Ron. But when you were imprisoned in Azkaban, Ron was only one year old. , It is impossible for him to send you to Azkaban prison. In connection with this, the only thing Ron can attract your attention is this mouse."

"It's not an ordinary rat, it's a spotty." Ron whispered, but no one heard it clearly.

"After all, there is only one living thing in this room except us, isn't it?" Wright dragged the iron cage into the air and swayed a few more times. "An illegal Arnie Magus? Like you Blake?"

"Absurd!" Hermione said feebly, "Animagus is not so easy to make. There are only seven registered in the Ministry of Magic this century..."

Chang Chu poked Hermione in the arm, then pointed at Wright.

"Um—" Hermione choked, and said stiffly, "Even illegal Animagus is not common..."

"It's not Animagus! It's just a patch!" Ron shouted, struggling to get up from the bed and get the iron cage back.

Wright commanded the iron cage back to Ron's hands lightly, and this action surprised everyone again. Even Ron, who held the cage in his hand, looked at Wright in a daze.

"You!" Sirius said angrily, "What are you doing?"

"As you can see, I'm returning to the original owner." Wright said indifferently, "For now, Shaban is still Ron's pet. Is there anything wrong?"

Sirius said angrily: "You know he is an Animagus!"

"No, I don't know. What I just said is just speculation." Wright said, "Who can conclude that an animal is the Animagus form of a certain wizard? Only those who are extremely interrelated Familiar wizards~IndoMTL.com~ can find those unique characteristics in the opponent's Animagus form."

Chang Chu suddenly asked: "It's like the square glasses that Professor McGonagall always wears, just like the lines around the eyes of the tabby cat she became?"

"That's right." Wright responded to Chang Chu's sentence, and then said to Sirius, "Now it's time for you to answer my question, Black. How do you judge it, Ron’s pet Zebra, that’s What do you think, Pettigrew Peter’s?"

Sirius put his dry right hand into the dusty robe and took out a crumpled newspaper silhouette from it, and showed it to everyone when it was smoothed.

It was a photo of the Weasley family published in the Daily Prophet last summer. Scorched was held by Ron in the photo, but still struggled to get out of the portrait. In other words, leave Sirius's gaze.

"How did you get this newspaper?" Lupin asked in shock.

"Fudge," said Sirius, "Last year he visited Azkaban and showed me this newspaper...I recognized him immediately, how many times I have seen him deformed...Fudge said This boy is going back to Hogwarts, and he will definitely go back to Harry..."

"You came back to Hogwarts for Ron's mouse, not to kill Harry?" Hermione asked incredulously.

"Why would I kill Harry?" Sirius sneered.

"You..." Hermione opened her mouth, and countless reasons flashed in her mind, including Blake killed Harry's parents, Blake was a loyal follower of the mysterious man, Blake was a prisoner... …

But in the end, Hermione still didn't say a word, just silent.