Chapter 224 Misunderstanding

When the black dog pounced, the first thing that caught Meka Anders' eyes was not the white fangs, but its bloodshot eyes, like the eyes of a person who was mentally tortured and about to lose his mind.

Meka Anders' heart jumped, and it was too late to chant the spell. He quickly rolled over.

There was a bang above his head, like two iron blocks hitting each other, which made his scalp numb.

The next moment, a black shadow jumped again and pounced on Meka on the ground again. This time, its entire face was so clear that the hair was visible. The ferocious nose wrinkled up, bared its teeth, and the look in its eyes made Meka feel that it regarded him as an enemy!

But what hatred did Sirius have with him?

Before Meka had time to think, he had to stretch out his right hand, chanting rapidly in his mouth, casting a spell without a wand, and a white light curtain instantly stretched out and blocked in front of him.

The vicious black dog immediately retracted its fangs, turned around and stepped on the white light curtain, and turned into an elegant and handsome man on the ground.

He wore a somewhat ragged black jacket, with long curly hair hanging down and a beard all over his face. He looked very haggard. His bloodshot eyes looked at Maeka's empty hands, then looked at the white light curtain in front of him, and said gloomily:

"It's you, hand over Peter Pettigrew."

It's you?

Why did he say this?

Maeka looked thoughtful and asked, "Do you know that Peter Pettigrew is here with me?"

Sirius kept silent. When he thought about being able to kill the traitor Peter Pettigrew and avenge James, the manic murderous intent in his heart almost burst out.

Staring at Maeka's calm young face, he raised the wand in his hand. He did not recite the spell aloud, but the wand had already appeared.

He stood there coldly, and said in a deep voice after a while:

"Don't try to delay and run away from me again."

"Hand over Peter Pettigrew."

Meka narrowed his eyes, realizing that Sirius had met Borguna, and Borguna had misled him, making him think that Peter Pettigrew was protected by him, so he had never been found.

At this moment, the way he cast spells without a wand further proved that he was not an ordinary third-year wizard, but more likely a person with ill intentions. After all, whose third-year wizard knows how to cast spells without a wand.

What's even more interesting about this move is that if Meka didn't know Sirius, he might really think of him as Borguna's helper, which is the inevitable result of stereotypes, because Sirius was also on the wanted list in the newspaper.

He glanced at the light on Sirius' wand and said:

"The person you met before was not me, his name was Bogunna Rocco."

How could Sirius listen to all this? The thoughts that had been circling in his mind for thirteen years, the self-blame and guilt for betraying James' trust for thirteen years, the hatred and pain for the betrayer for thirteen years, were like needles piercing his nerves, like a volcano about to erupt.

He pointed the tip of the wand at Maeka's head, and his voice became hoarse:

"I don't want to know these, I just want to know, will you hand over Peter Pettigrew?"

Maeka was a little helpless. He knew that Sirius had been in prison for more than ten years, and the desire for revenge had been suppressed in his heart for more than ten years. In addition, he was a more reckless person, so it was normal that he didn't listen.

In fact, it was the same for himself. James' family treated him like a brother. Now that James was dead, how could he be rational?

But Peter Pettigrew is still useful to him now. The engraving of the ‘rune pattern’ is about to succeed. If he gives it to him, where can he find such a suitable blood bag without guilt?

Unfortunately, Peter Pettigrew’s injury has not healed yet, and blood can only be drawn little by little.

“I will hand Peter Pettigrew to you, but not now.” Maeka explained to him, “Three days later, I will definitely…”

Sirius’ mind flashed James’ smiling face and Peter Pettigrew’s sarcastic face, and he roared: “I said, hand over Peter Pettigrew!”

A white light flashed by.

Maeka turned his head and saw that the light shot into the stone pillar on the side. In just a moment, the entire stone pillar that could only be surrounded by three people had countless cracks and was about to fall.

As long as this spell is aimed at his head, even the hardest head will be shattered immediately.

But now, Sirius deliberately deviated a little, which was obviously a warning to himself.

His face darkened:

"Sirius Black, Harry and I are good friends. If you kill me, he will never forgive you, just like you can't forgive Peter Pettigrew."

"Are you really going to do this?"

Sirius raised his hand again and pointed his wand at him. His bloodshot eyes stared at Maka:

"You have such superb magic, but you are colluding with Peter Pettigrew and hiding by his side. I am even more worried."

"Instead of letting him fall into danger without knowing it, I'd rather do it myself. If he hates me, I will do it. Hate me, I am ashamed of James."

Meka lifted his sleeves, pointed at the Gryffindor armband, took a deep breath and said:

"You don't believe in my character, but don't you believe in this badge on me? Don't you believe in the "Sorting Hat" that has been in Hogwarts for hundreds of years?"

Sirius stared at the armband and said, "I only believe what I see. Do you want to tell me that you, a third-year wizard, can have such a spell attainment?"

He lit up his wand and cast a spell silently.

A spark suddenly expanded and turned into a raging flame.

He was about to release, but he saw the opponent holding a long sword and throwing it towards him. He subconsciously held it in his hand. With a buzz, an inexplicable force bounced his hand away, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clang.

The long sword lay quietly on the corridor, the moonlight shining on the blade, as if a layer of frost had fallen on it. There was a delicate carving of a lion's head on the hilt, with a ruby ​​inlaid in the center.

Sirius was startled for a moment, he recognized this sword.

When he was studying at Hogwarts, he and James ran into the trophy room at night to avoid being tracked by the janitor of Hogwarts at that time. In the center of the trophy room, there was a portrait painting. There is a smiling young man named Gryffindor. The young man is holding an eye-catching sword in his hand, and this is what he looks like.

At that time, James still smiled and said: "This sword must be a treasure. If I were still at Hogwarts, I would definitely steal it."

The two later learned that this was the Sword of Gryffindor, and that only true Gryffindor students could wield its power.

At this moment, the opponent can hold this sword in his hand, but he cannot...

Sirius glanced at his wand silently and said:

"Sorry, my mind is in chaos right now. Please forgive me for my reckless behavior just now."

He leaned over to apologize, wrapped himself in a worn and thin black jacket, and walked into the darkness with a tired and lonely figure.

Where no one saw it, a wisp of black smoke spread out from Sirius's hair.

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Meka looked at Sirius's leaving figure and sighed:

"It's better to complete the depiction of the 'runes' as soon as possible and get rid of the burden of Peter Pettigrew as soon as possible..."

He put away the Gryffindor sword on the ground, cast a spell to restore the appearance of the stone pillars on the corridor, and left in a hurry.

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