Chapter 250 Sirius's Crisis

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"Wait too long for what? Kill me? Just like betraying my father?" Harry shouted with a little bit of exhaustion.

Harry struggled in Sirius's hand. He hit Sirius's arm with his hand, but it didn't work.

Although Sirius Black's arm was thin, it was surprisingly strong. Harry had difficulty breathing, but he still didn't break free from Sirius's arm.

Harry felt a little dizzy. He didn't use his arm anymore. He couldn't pry Sirius's hand apart at all. He kicked Sirius' ribs heavily with his foot.

Harry's decision seemed to work. Sirius curled up slightly in pain. His hand unconsciously loosened a little, which gave Harry a chance to resist.

Harry gritted his teeth, curled up his body and slammed into Sirius's arms.

The series of blows caught Sirius off guard. He bent down in pain, which made his hand holding the wand reach Harry.

"Epelliarmus!"

Ron, who was standing by, finally took action. He took out his wand indifferently. A disarming spell was undoubtedly fatal to Sirius. He was hit by the disarming spell without any surprise. The wand in his hand flew out of his hand, and he was also knocked away by the spell. His body hit the broken wall and made a dull sound.

"Good job, Ron!" Harry said excitedly. He turned around quickly and grabbed the wand that fell on the ground. He seemed to be unable to wait.

Black spread his limbs and fell against the wall. His thin chest rose and fell rapidly. He watched Harry slowly approach. Harry's wand pointed directly at Black's heart. "Are you going to kill me, Harry?" he whispered, with a nervous smile on his face, a trickle of blood flowing down the corner of his mouth, mixed with the ashes on Sirius's face, so embarrassing.

Harry was standing in front of Sirius, Harry's wand was still pointing at his chest, looking down at him. A blue-black scar was appearing around Black's left eye, and blood was flowing out of his nose uncontrollably.

"You killed my parents." Harry said, his voice trembling a little, but his hand holding the wand was stable.

Black stared at Harry with his deep-set eyes.

"I don't deny it," he said calmly, "but if you knew the whole story..."

"The whole story?" Harry repeated, with a fierce banging sound in his ears. "You betrayed them to Voldemort, that's all I have to know! What right do you have to say this? There is no if, my parents are already dead!"

"You must listen to me," Black said, now there is an urgent tone in his voice, "If you don't... don't understand... you will regret it, I swear, now... now I have no resistance at all... but... but I... I don't want you to be so... unclear..."

"I know more than you think," Harry said, his voice trembling more, "You have never heard her scream, have you? My mother... tried not to let Voldemort kill me, for this... for this she paid the price of her life, you know what I see every night, sometimes... sometimes I am afraid of my pillow... and you did that... you did..."

Harry's body became unstable as his words trembled, his wand began to brew magic, and an extremely unstable halo spread from the tip of the wand.

Ron's eyes became hot, or more precisely, Peter's eyes. He had been watching all this. Harry and Sirius fought, and he mustered up the courage to help Harry at the critical moment. This was the best choice he could make. Kill Sirius, and then he could greet the cheers of the crowd with a heroic attitude. He could demolish the damn grave, and then wear the first-class Merlin medal on his chest. He would become a legend. In order to protect the descendants of his friends, he would lurk in danger, and then jump out at the right time to defeat the vicious Death Eaters. His experience would become a legend in the wizarding world. He could publish a book, and he could also become Harry's godfather as a matter of course. Even because of his glorious deeds, he could become a professor of this ancient school. No one could be more qualified than him for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. And the ruins mentioned by the Dark Lord would all be in his pocket. As long as Harry's wand is pushed forward a few centimeters, or the magic power contained in the wand is released and aimed at the position of Sirius' heart, it is easy, although not as fast and effective as the Avada Kedavra curse, but it is enough.

Peter looked at Harry with some excitement, but Harry was reluctant to make a move, and the magic power was hidden all the time. Gradually, Peter became a little impatient. Cruelty is the key to success, and Harry obviously does not have this quality at the moment.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps downstairs, which scared Peter. He was about to ask Ron to say something, but this sudden visitor forced him to give up this idea.

"That damned brat again!" Peter thought to himself, but he still restrained himself. Since that brat was here, Sirius's failure was a foregone conclusion. With four wands, Peter didn't think Sirius could still run away under the attack of four wands.

The door was knocked open, and the latecomers Fan Lin and Hermione came in.

They were not too anxious at first, because Sirius still had a certain strength. They didn't think Sirius would fail, so they didn't run like Harry on the way here.

However, the image in front of him was obviously beyond Fan Lin's expectations. Sirius was lying on the ground, with blood in his mouth and nose, while Harry and Ron pointed their wands at Sirius, and Harry's wand was near Sirius' heart, and the halo of magic continued to spread outward.

"Ah..." Hermione screamed, and the girl was a little scared by the miserable state of several people. This was not a pre-rehearsed script at all.

Fanlin frowned. He didn't have time to think about it. He had to remove the threat to Sirius' life first, otherwise things would get worse. (To be continued)