Chapter 860 Heart Pain

As soon as he took it, Sirius's thin face became as ferocious as his prison photo. The tall man suddenly bent down, holding the edge of the stone basin with one hand, the veins on his hand were exposed, and two The dark gray eyes were wide open, filled with red bloodshot eyes. With trembling hands, he reached into the stone basin again, scooped up full cup after cup after a brief brewing, and quickly drank it down.

Somewhat surprised, Allen touched his chin. In his memory, even Dumbledore, who was as strong as Dumbledore, couldn't hold on to the pain caused by this potion. He couldn't maintain his balance and fell to the ground uncontrollably. Harry came to feed him, but Sirius can drink so many cups and still stand in front of the stone basin. It seems that he has recovered well in the past few years after he was released from prison.

The muscles on Sirius' face were twitching, and he tried his best to stretch out his trembling hands to continue sinking the shell into the liquid. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he resolutely raised the cup, but it didn't reach his mouth. He fell back into the stone basin again, and Sirius staggered and fell to the ground, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was heavy. The pain caused by the poison made by the mysterious man was not all physical.

When Sirius had just raised his glass halfway, the vision of the familiar house in Godric's Hollow suddenly appeared in his mind. He had imagined for many years what happened to the Potter's house that day, James Potter Bravely confronted the mysterious man and his Death Eaters, his hazel eyes watched the mysterious man invading his home vigilantly, his messy and angry black hair stood up stubbornly, he blocked his wife Lily, son Potter and others. In front of their family's pet cat—until the green light flashed and James' tall, lanky body collapsed.

Sirius hugged his head in pain, the extreme thirst and mental trauma made him unable to howl to vent his pain, he muttered to himself: "No...James...be careful, don't go over, Lily run...my fault...it's all my fault..."

Although his voice was indistinct, and his self-blame made his voice finally turn into a cry, both Alan and Hermione, who were sensitive, understood his words clearly.

"He has experienced so many horrible things, but what he fears the most is the death of his friend." Hermione looked at Sirius and sighed.

"The effect of the venom should be related to the fantasy caused by the pain in his heart. Sirius felt painful and remorseful because his friend James was killed. The venom had a great impact on him. Regulus was very young when he drank the potion. He has not experienced much pain, so the fear caused by the venom in his heart is far less than that of Sirius." Allen explained to Hermione, and he also wanted to understand that compared with Sirius, the venom caused Dumbledore The reason for the greater impact - the white wizard has suffered far more pain than them.

At this moment, Sirius twitched violently all over his body, and he covered his head in a daze, and it seemed that he could no longer continue to scoop out the venom by himself to drink it.

"Master! Kreacher, come help him!" After speaking, Kreacher, who had been waiting for a long time, picked up the shells in the stone basin, filled them with transparent venom, carried him to Sirius, and force-fed him.

After two spoonfuls, Sirius, who was wandering between fantasy and reality, began to resist instinctively. He pushed Kreacher's shoulder with his hand, and refused: "Don't...don't do it again..."

Allen wrapped his arms around him, tapped his fingers on the other arm, and thought to himself: He couldn't hold on to drinking it after only a few spoonfuls. Dumbledore didn't have enough potions to stick to the stone basin at the beginning. More than half of it.

Kreacher's deep voice was a little excited, and he said as if soothing: "You have to keep drinking, if you want to experience what Master Regulus experienced and felt, you have to keep drinking!" Into Sirius' stomach, Sirius gasped heavily, his face was pale, and he moaned in pain.

Kreacher scooped up a cup again, stuffed the shell into Sirius' mouth and poured it in, Sirius recovered a little and drank all the potion in the shell,

But this time finally Sirius could no longer control himself to scream, and the shrill voice crossed the silent black lake and echoed in the big cave.

The stone basin was more than half empty. Kreacher was holding the shell, and seeing Sirius's twitching hand about to slap the ground, he took a peek at Allen, and stepped on it with his foot thinking he hadn't noticed, then leaned over. With his lower body, he pressed Sirius' other hand, and then forcibly poured the potion into Sirius' throat.

Sirius, who was imprisoned by the house elf, was shaking from head to toe. He was so thirsty that he couldn't resist the charm of the liquid, but the more he drank the venom, his internal organs became more anxious, and the pain made him writhe on the ground. Completely forgot the agreement with Allen.

Hermione finally noticed Kreacher's actions from Sirius' violent reaction, her brows were frowned, and a burst of anger surged into her heart. She understood Kreacher's psychology of wanting revenge on Sirius, but he couldn't deprive Sirius of the opportunity to refuse: "Kreacher, stop!"

It’s just that Kreacher completely ignored Hermione, as if he had never heard her words. After all, Hermione was not his master, and Kreacher didn’t need to pay attention to anyone else’s orders—so instead, Kreacher seized the last moment to give orders to Ellen. Try to feed as much venom as possible before.

"Kreacher, stop!" Allen gave the order under Hermione's gaze.

Under the influence of the contract, the elder elf staggered and sat on the ground because of his actions and the master's order. The crystal shell rolled down, and the liquid flew back to the stone basin before it fell to the ground.

Kreacher didn't blame the master, but rather complained that the mudblood Hermione was too talkative, what would she say if the mistress was here, but this mudblood seems to have a lot to do with the new master, and if he wants to welcome Master Regulus back, he needs more Relying on them... Thinking of this, the elf rubbed his painful tailbone, Kreacher stood up and gave up his habitual idea of ​​cursing.

Hermione hastily poured elderflower dew into the semi-conscious Sirius. Sirius swallowed instinctively, and accidentally, the drink flowed into the trachea. He coughed violently, but he finally regained consciousness. Ask for water to drink.

Allen also came up to check, and confirmed that Sirius was fine: "Kreacher, you take care of your former master."

Seeing the venom that was approaching the pelvic floor, Kreacher felt very sorry. He pretended to be injured due to aging and the fall just now, but he used very slow movements and took a long time to support Sirius' shoulders. As a result, the elderflower Lu, just poured the sugar-free drink down Sirius' throat little by little-but when he disappointed the house elf, Sirius finally calmed down, lay on his back on the ground, snoring and panting for a while Then he grabbed the drink and poured it himself.

"I'll go outside the cave for a while and bring Lynch and the others here to do business." Allen explained to Hermione and saw that the scene was restored, and then began to fly out, "Kreacher, obey Miss Hermione Granger any order from you."

Sirius had already struggled to sit up, his face pale and panting, his breathing sounded very weak.

Kreacher's hoarse voice was rough and piercing: "Useless prodigal, there is still so much venom left to drink, let alone Master Regulus, compared to Kreacher, you are too bad!"

It's just that Sirius didn't refute him this time, and didn't try to react to Kreacher's little action for the time being. He turned his head a little downcast and looked at the lake—he didn't finish his drink.