Chapter 219 Encounter

Meka Anders looked a little surprised, staring at the last line of 'Fire Spell Specialty', and fell into deep thought:

"How can someone have a special skill in spells? Is it that I cheat, and he cheats too?"

"Or is there something in the blood of the goblins themselves?"

"Well, I don't understand."

Meka looked at the second item, 'Spiral Space Spell':

"What is this? Spiral..." He thought of the seemingly endless spiral staircase in the painting, "Could it be related to the space in the painting?"

"But it should be a good thing."

"And what is the difference between the first item 'Fairy's Apparition' and the Apparition of ordinary wizards?" Meka scratched his chin.

The thought was fruitless, the golden light faded away, and Meka looked at the white world, recalling the last wish that Bixia had just said:

"Activate the portrait... The method Bixia gave me is a bit weird. The first step seems to require a lot of adult wizard blood..."

"Well, or a wizard apprentice with strong magic power can also do it, such as myself."

"But my blood is precious and cannot be used, so I can only sacrifice Peter Pettigrew."

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Before the dawn, the night was still deep.

Sirius Black turned into a big black dog and walked quietly to the observatory. He lowered his head and sniffed, then looked up at the golden moon outside the window.

"That traitor stayed here..."

Sirius stood on tiptoe, with his paws on the window eaves, and his eyes swept across. Sure enough, he saw a tiny hair lying quietly in the gap of the window eaves.

He was too familiar with the smell of gray hair. For more than ten years, he had been in prison in Azkaban, and he kept recalling it, fearing that he would forget this traitor.

On the day he was wrongfully imprisoned, he had already vowed to make Peter Pettigrew, who killed his best friend and framed him, pay the price, even if it meant paying with his own life.

"James..." Sirius took a deep breath.

He recalled that night, James smiled as brightly as usual, patted his shoulder, and said easily: "Brother, the lives of me and my family are in your hands - if I die, you help me take care of my wife and children."

When James said this, it was as easy as when they decided to steal the pipe of the Hogwarts janitor when they were studying at Hogwarts. At that moment, Sirius felt a heavy responsibility, but inexplicably wanted to cry.

Who could know what it felt like when a friend trusted him wholeheartedly, and even entrusted his wife and children to him to take care of?

But... he failed James' trust...

"Peter Pettigrew, don't let me catch you..." This sentence came out as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Sirius turned into a handsome and elegant man, gnashing his teeth and looking ferocious.

He picked up the gray hair on the windowsill and went down the stairs of the observatory.

The stairwell of the observatory was relatively narrow. A dim candle was hung on the right wall. The flickering candlelight illuminated Sirius's way down and also reflected a figure.

A voice came faintly: "Torn into pieces."

Sirius's face changed, and a sharp whistle came from his ears. He suddenly jumped up and turned into a big dog, stepped on the wall, and landed on the staircase at the corner below.

He turned into a human again and looked up. Under the illumination of the candlelight, strands of cut black hair were accompanied by the pouring wall dust, swaying and falling down.

"You are..." Sirius saw a dark figure standing on the stairs.

The dark figure walked down, and his face was revealed in the candlelight. It turned out to be a young handsome boy. He had a calm temperament, wearing a black robe and a hood, and looked at Sirius expressionlessly.

"Can't you see it?" The handsome boy grabbed a few strands of hair falling from the air with his hands, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Sirius stared at him in surprise, and a face that James' children often came into contact with flashed in his mind.

He looked at the deep and long cracks on the wall. This was clearly not a cutting spell that a third-grade child could cast.

Sirius's face turned serious, staring at him:

"How did you hide from Dumbledore and hide beside Harry? What do you plan for him?"

"How did you hide?" The handsome boy sneered, "I hid the same way as Peter Pettigrew..."

Sirius' pupils shrank suddenly: "Peter Pettigrew?!"

He raised his wand and gritted his teeth: "Do you know where he is?"

"Yes." The handsome boy nodded: "I know where he is hiding."

"Tell me." A white light lit up on Sirius's wand, illuminating his hideous face.

He suppressed the anger that was boiling like molten magma, as if it was about to burst out of his chest at any time, and hissed: "Tell me where he is!"

The handsome boy smiled, raised his wand and pointed it, and with a buzzing sound, his body disappeared little by little.

A white light instantly penetrated his chest, but it seemed to hit the air, and the ceiling above exploded with a bang, and a hole was blown out, filled with smoke and dust.

The handsome young man's figure had disappeared from the spot, and his voice came slowly:

"I have something else to do tonight, so I won't accompany you."

"However, if you want to know the whereabouts of Peter Pettigrew, there is only one way, and that is to kill me."

"Because Peter Pettigrew is my servant now..."

Boom! A white light burst out.

Hitting the source of the sound again, there was another hole, and half of the ceiling was shaking and about to fall.

Sirius looked up and looked around, and said sternly: "Come out! Come out!"

But in the darkness, only the dim candlelight swayed, and the wall dust mixed with the light and poured down.

After shouting for a while, Sirius' voice finally became hoarse. He stood in the candlelight, looked at his hands blankly, then looked at the wand, and exhaled deeply.

"Am I so rusty with my magic..." he croaked.

He looked up again at the top of the stairs, in the direction where the handsome young man had just left.

He knew that whether it was for the safety of James' children, or to find Peter Pettigrew and avenge James, he had to catch or even kill the handsome boy.

No one can stop him... He thought, and his heart that wanted to avenge his best friend started to beat again.

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After having breakfast in the cafeteria, Meka came to Professor Snape's office again and continued his journey of refining medicine.

They were busy until six o'clock in the afternoon, and a total of two bottles of special antidote for cyst poison were released, which made Professor McGonagall completely relieved.

Because this is enough to prove that his efficiency in refining medicine is exactly the same as Professor Snape.

Professor Snape increased the power in three days, which is enough to refine nine bottles. Then adding Meka, at least eighteen bottles must be produced after three days. This will not only relieve the pain of all the poisoned people in the school hospital, but also There are two bottles left as reserves.

Professor McGonagall saw Meka wiping his sweat tiredly and about to continue refining the potion. Worried that he had forgotten to eat, he quickly said:

"Anders, it's time for dinner too. Just take a break. Don't be exhausted."

Meka raised her head and looked out the window, which was already a red sunset.

It's okay to take a rest, finish dinner, and then go back to the dormitory to collect Peter Pettigrew's blood.

So he nodded, packed up the things on the workbench, and walked out of the office.

Professor McGonagall followed him. At this moment, he and Professor Snape were the only two people in Hogwarts who could rush to make the antidote, and nothing could be done to prevent him from making a mistake.

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PS: Let me take a moment. I was coding too late a few days ago and it was a bit overwhelming. I will resume normal updates soon.