“We must be careful. Peter Pettigrew is a cunning opponent. We shouldn't underestimate him. I noticed that you don’t even have a wand?!”
Looking at Black’s appearance, Evan couldn’t help but facepalm.
In the course of these events, Black was like an ultra version of harry.
Well, at the very least, Harry sometimes listened to other people’s advice, but Black completely disregarded them.
Evan noticed a white card that Black had just left on the floor. It was an owl mailing payment confirmation sheet.
The item ordered was a Firebolt and the recipient was Harry Potter.
This was Black's Christmas gift to Harry. He looked at the astronomical price tag. Evan wondered, this guy had the time and the ability to buy such a valuable product for Harry, but he can't afford to get a wand for himself? It’s just unbelievable!
“Wand?!” Sirius Black said dismissively. “I don’t need such a thing. I can handle Peter Pettigrew with my bare hands."
“This is not an issue of strength. He might not be on par with you when it comes to power, but if he goes for an escape, anything could happen, just like 12 years ago!” Evan continued to persuade black, “We… You must catch him this time. That's the only way with which you can clear your name.”
“You still don't get it, kid.” Black roared loudly. “I repeat, I don’t care what others think of me. I don’t care if I’m seen as guilty. I just want him to die. I can’t wait anymore!”
His loud voice shook the dust on the owl’s post office roof.
“I can appreciate your desire for revenge, but at the very least you have to think about Harry. I have heard that you are his godfather. This is your final mission, the last thing that his parents entrusted you with!” Evan still had more, “Do you want Harry to have a "murderer" for a godfather? Do you want him to think that of you? That his father's best friend sold out his friends to Voldemort?"
Hearing Evan's words, Sirius calmed down.
His body was trembling gently, with his eyes full of pain.
“In the past 12 years, Harry had a very bad life at his aunt’s house. The Dursley's don't like him. You know that.” Evan said softly, “Maybe he'd be willing to live with you, if you manage to clear up your name.”
“James and Lily’s child, living with me…” Tears flowed out of Black’s eyes; he wiped his tears and sobbed. “You’re right. For Harry's sake, I shall let that rat live on for a few more days."
“Well, you can come to the Gryffindor common room at eight o’clock tomorrow evening." Evan said happily. "The goal should not be killing Peter Pettigrew, but rather catching him alive. I'll make sure that the rat will be there for you. If possible, I'll catch him myself, in advance."
Evan still had more to say, and as he prepared to further discuss the details of tomorrow's plan with Black, Hermione's voice suddenly came from downstairs.
"Are you up there, Evan?"
"I am, I'll be down right away." Evan hurriedly responded, beckoning to Crookshanks on the window sill, who jumped into his arms.
“Who is this girl, your young girlfriend?” Black had a smile at the corner of his mouth.
“No, just my classmate.” Evan hurriedly explained, “You should know her. Her name is Hermione Granger. She's good friends with Harry.”
“I do know this girl, a beautiful young girl indeed. Judging from your appearance, she looks like she's your senior student.” Black looked at Evan's face and saw his embarrassment.” However, I just saw you with her at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop…”
“What I do with Hermione doesn't have anything to do with you!” said Evan, blushing.
"I was more popular than you in my student days. Many girls wrote love letters to me, but I was not as good as you. I have never been with my senior…"
“Shut up and quickly change back to your Animagus form. Stay here until we leave.” Evan raised his wand and said politely, “Remember, the time is tomorrow night at eight o'clock!”
Evan finished his words and put his wand back in his waist.
He patted the dust off of his body and took Crookshanks down the stairs. He saw Hermione’s little face blushing in the cold and looking at him worriedly.
“I found Crookshanks, Hermione!”
“What is it doing here?” Hermione held Crookshanks. “How did it get to Hogsmeade on its own? It's so far from school…”
She hadn't finished her words, when she stopped and looked behind Evan.
Following her regard, Evan turned his head hurriedly. He saw a big black dog walking slowly down the stairs, slouching and acting decently, like a noble gentleman walking into a high-level banquet. It didn't look a bit like a lonely stray dog.
Damn Sirius Black, getting down and adding to the mess. Didn't he just tell him to stay in the top floor?
“Evan, this big black dog!” Hermione looked at Black in panic, and said in an uncertain tone, “Is it the thing that harry saw?”
“What thing? I said before, it was just a stray dog!” Evan walked over and tried to kick Black, who leaped to the side, dodging Evan's foot.
His eyes went back and forth over Evan and Hermione, with his mouth showing a really human smile, and looking at Evan with a look that all men knew.
Immediately afterwards, he ran to Hermione, squirting his tongue and shaking his tail and finally starting to look like a normal dog.
“Before I turn you into a slug, get off!” Evan pulled out his wand and gritted his teeth.
“Wait a minute, Evan!” Hermione hurriedly stopped him. She looked at Black in disbelief for a while and suddenly said to him in a whisper, “I always feel that this dog is not normal. Harry said he saw it many times before, from the streets of London, to Hogwarts, and now it's in Hogsmeade. Ordinary stray dogs cannot go so far.”
“Maybe it’s a coincidence. The stray dog
that Harry was talking about, I’ve seen it. They’re not the same.”
Because he was so close to Hermione, she kept whispering in his ear and her breath met his skin.
His face blushed with the heat of the moment. His heart was bumping fiercely and his thoughts returned to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop.
He was one second away from her lips. They still have time; maybe he should go back with her in there and finish what he hadn't done.
“No, Evan! This is definitely not a coincidence. I saw this dog in the vicinity of the forest in the past few days. It was watching Harry's Quidditch practice. It wasn’t a different dog." Hermione looked back at Sirius Black.
Black looked at her strangely, and he approached slowly to hear what she was saying to Evan.
“Evan, this big black dog…” Hermione lowered her voice a bit. “I think it’s an Animagus!”
“What?!” Hearing Hermione’s words, Evan was choked.
Sirius Black, who had just come close, apparently heard the same thing as Evan, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.
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