Chapter 249 Harry's Impulse

Harry didn't choose to wait. He tried to crawl out to the hall as quietly as possible. Then he climbed up the crumbling staircase.

Everything was covered with a thick layer of dust, but the floor was not. Something was dragged upstairs, leaving a wide, shiny mark on the floor.

Harry walked to the dark staircase landing.

"No (Nox)!"

Harry muttered, and the light at the end of Harry's wand disappeared.

Only one door was open. Harry sneaked over and heard movement behind the door: a low groan.

It was Ron's voice, and he seemed to be injured.

Harry felt that he couldn't wait any longer. He took a deep breath, which stopped his body from shaking due to tension. Harry clenched his wand and quickly turned over the spells that could be used in his mind. He was not sure whether his spells would work, but the current situation could only be like this.

Harry kicked the door open with one foot, and a luxurious four-poster bed appeared. The curtains around the bed were all covered with dust. Ron's body was curled up on the worn-out sofa beside him, his legs stretched out a little unnaturally, and it seemed that he was injured by the collision.

Ron's eyes were full of panic, as if nothing had happened more than a month ago. The familiar feeling filled Harry's heart at once. At least, he knew that Ron in front of him was his familiar friend.

But Harry still felt a little uncomfortable, as if Ron was too scared. Even when facing the terrifying trolls and the attacking pythons, Ron was not so scared.

"Ron - are you okay?" Harry shouted, rushing to Ron's side quickly. He held his wand in his hand and was always on guard.

"Where is the dog?"

"It's not a dog." Ron groaned. He clenched his teeth due to the pain. "Harry, this is a trap..."

"What -?"

"He is the dog... He is an Animagus..."

Ron looked over Harry's shoulder. Harry turned quickly. With a snap, the man in the shadow closed the door behind them.

A mass of dirty, tangled hair hung down to his elbows; if the eyes hidden in the deep, black eye sockets did not glow, he might be a corpse; the waxy skin was tightly attached to the skeleton of his face, looking like a skull. He grinned with yellow teeth bared, it was Sirius Black.

"Epelliarmus (Expelliarmus)!" A relatively weak light burst out from Sirius's fingers. Before he could take Ron's wand away, he heard the footsteps of Harry chasing after him. He always knew that Harry was following closely behind him. As for Vanlin and Hermione, the girls were really slow. Vanlin would certainly take care of his girlfriend, so it seemed a good choice to touch Harry's weapon.

"Not rusty yet!" Sirius laughed grimly, casting a very skillful wandless spell. Although the power of the spell was very small, it was enough for a kid like Harry who lacked practical experience.

Sure enough, even if Harry had been holding his wand tightly, it didn't change anything. He didn't have time to cast his defensive spell, and Sirius's spell hit Harry first.

Harry saw his wand being knocked out of his hand, and he wanted to reach out and catch his wand. But Sirius was much faster than him. Sirius took a step forward in advance and took Harry's wand away with one hand.

"I think you will come to help your friend." Sirius said hoarsely. His voice sounded like he hadn't spoken for a long time. In fact, in order to avoid being exposed, Sirius could only hide here by himself, and the only ones who could accompany him were Vanlin's owl and Hermione's Crookshanks. The food they brought every time was very wired, which made Sirius feel very bad, and the culprit of all this was now hiding in the pocket of the Weasley boy.

This made Sirius feel extremely excited. He was finally going to avenge Lily and James Potter. This was Sirius's greatest wish.

However, when facing his godson, Sirius planned to talk to Harry first. Harry looked very much like his parents, with Lily's eyes and James's face.

"Your father would treat me the same way. You are so brave that you didn't go to the teacher. I am grateful... This makes things much easier..." Sirius said patiently. Although Harry lacked practical experience, Sirius was still very satisfied with Harry's character. Harry and he were very similar in person, just as brave.

But Harry obviously didn't think so.

Sirius' words that seemed to ridicule his father echoed in Harry's ears, as if Black had just shouted loudly. Harry's chest was boiling with hatred, so there was no place for fear to stay. For the first time in his life, he longed for the wand to return to his hand, not to defend himself, but to attack... to kill people. He rushed forward, not knowing what he was going to do, but a hand suddenly grabbed Harry.

That was Ron. He seemed to have no memory of what he had done. He only wanted to protect Harry now, which seemed to be his own wish. However, the coldness and fear in his eyes did not subside at all.

"If you want to kill Harry, then you have to kill me too!" He said furiously, although the movement of standing up had made his face paler, and he was shaking a little when he spoke. Something flickered in Blake's dark eyes.

"Lie down," he said calmly to Ron, "you're going to hurt that leg even more."

"You hear me?" Ron said weakly, although it was now painfully necessary for him to hold on to Harry to stand upright. "You have to kill me first, otherwise I won't let you touch Harry."

"There will only be one murder here tonight," Black said, his smile widening.

"Why is that?" Harry spat and tried to get away from Ron, but Ron didn't hold on tightly. He shrank back slightly and hid behind Harry. Ron's eyes kept glancing over Harry and Black. Every time his eyes touched Sirius, Ron's body could not help but tremble slightly.

Harry obviously didn't notice Ron's move. He continued, the anger in his tone could not be concealed, "You didn't care last time, did you? In order to get Peter Pettigrew, you could throw away so many things without caring. What does it matter if you kill Muggles and go crazy in Azkaban?"

"That's right. You are loyal to Voldemort. He killed my parents. You can't escape this matter. I know it all. In Hogsmeade, I heard the conversation between Fudge and Professor McGonagall. , so I have been waiting for you, waiting for you to appear again, and then... kill you with my own hands!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry jumped towards Sirius Black. He completely forgot about magic. He forgot that he was just a thirteen-year-old child. His body was thin and small. Even Black He wasn't that strong, but Harry was no match for Black in close combat.

However, Harry was determined to kill him. He had had this idea since the first time he learned the truth of the matter. He had never been so eager to kill someone. He was angry and impulsive, but He is also fierce enough.

Harry's thin body burst out with hatred that was completely inconsistent with his body and age. This will instantly infected Harry's entire mind, even if he was hit by a curse, even if it was Avada Kedavra. It would not shake Harry's belief. Even if he died on the spot, Harry would definitely drag Sirius Black down to support him.

Sirius seemed to be frightened, and the hatred he felt from the boy was just like the hatred he felt for Peter and Voldemort, or even stronger.

He raised Harry's wand in a panic, fearing that his instinctive reaction would kill Harry with some powerful spell.

Harry didn't care about these unusual actions. He rushed over like a flexible monkey. One of Harry's hands grabbed Black's hand holding the wand, forcing the end of the wand to change direction; ha. The knuckles of Leigh's other hand hit the side of Blake's head, causing them to fall backwards and hit the wall...

Black's wand sent a spark into the air, inches from Harry's face; Harry felt the shriveled arm twisting wildly beneath his fingers, but he held on, using the other One hand struck every part of Blake's body that he could reach. But Black's free hand found its way to Harry's throat - "No," he whispered, "I've waited too long..." The fingers tightened, and Harry was breathless and his glasses were crooked. aside.

Ron didn't move at all. He hid behind and looked at the two people struggling with each other in fear. He raised his wand several times, but he was not sure who his spell would kill. It was Harry. Or Sirius Black, or simply kill both of them together.

Suddenly, Ron shuddered. He felt incredible at his thoughts. His eyes flashed with a strong sense of struggle, and he seemed to be forcing his palm to throw the wand out.

He wanted to go up and help Harry knock Black down, but his body didn't obey his orders at all. Instead, he took two steps back slightly while holding the wand. He collapsed on the sofa in an instant, with a look on his face. The normal look returned to normal within a month. (To be continued)