Harry Potter's Bastard

Fortunately, the hole was short, and Harry and Hermione soon saw a dilapidated wooden door. Upon entering the room, the two men found that the dilapidated place was littered with signs of struggle: the thick dust on the floor had been swept away, revealing a mottled wooden floor, and the dust that had drifted through the air cast shadows on the walls under the glow of the wand.

Harry and Hermione cautiously walked forward, afraid to see a large patch of blood and Ron's body on the ground. The two of them were relieved to see Ron slumped in a ragged carpet with holes in his legs, as they spotted Ron under the glow of the Glowing Charm.

Ron looked very weak now, but he was still conscious.

"Ron, how are you?" Harry hurriedly stepped forward to help Ron up, only to touch a wound in Ron's leg.

"Hmph......" Ron snorted and said weakly, "Leave me alone, you get out of here......! Ahem," Ron choked on his own spit.

"By the way, what about the dog?" Harry remembered that there must be a big black dog here.

Hermione didn't look at Harry and Ron as they spoke, instead holding up her wand and scrutinizing the dilapidated surroundings, trying to find the dangers hidden here.

“...... That's not a dog!Harry ...... Ron's eyes bulged, apparently remembering something terrible: "That's Black! That's Sirius Black!"

"What are you talking about?" Harry put Ron's arm on his shoulder, "Alright, stop thinking nonsense, let's go back." "

"No!" Ron suddenly looked at Harry's back in horror.

Hermione had already pointed her wand at the dark shadow behind the door a second before Ron spoke, but Hermione was clearly no match for Blake, who had already come out of her hand just as she was about to cast the spell.

As soon as Harry turned around, he saw Hermione's wand flying out, and he hurriedly pulled out his wand, but as soon as he took it out, his own wand flew out - he didn't even hear the other person chanting the spell.

"That's him! He's Black! He's the one who broke into the dorm that day!" Ron shuddered and pointed to the figure in the darkness.

"I never thought about it......" Blake's voice was very hoarse, and it looked like he hadn't spoken in a long time, "...... This is what our real meeting was like......"

"Harry!" Hermione quickly stopped Harry, she knew how impulsive Harry was, although Hermione had learned from Solim that Black wasn't coming for Harry, but Hermione thought it was just speculation. The current situation was not for Hermione not to be very careful, although it was useless, after all, their wands were confiscated.

Hermione is still a little girl after all, and Blake's current image is really not on the same level as a good person. A dirty, knotted hair was scattered and his face was withered, and if it weren't for the vitality bursting from his eyes and the slightly undulating shriveled chest, Hermione would probably have thought of him as a corpse, with tattoos all over his two arms, not to mention a bad person, and if you didn't look at it coldly, you would say that it was a ghost

"You killed my parents!" Harry glared at Bligh, if Hermione hadn't been holding him around, if it weren't for Ron still hanging on top of him, Harry might have rushed up at this point.

Hearing Harry's words, the light in Blake's eyes dimmed.

"Huh...... yes......" Bligh chuckled, which was his mockery of himself, "...... Yes, they were indeed killed by me...... If I hadn't misread anyone in the first place...... the latter sentence was too small for Harry to hear.

"If you want to kill Harry, you'll have to step over my corpse!" Ron paled, now he had to hold on to Harry to keep him from falling.

"Lie down, boy, you've had enough sin on that leg. Blake said calmly as he glanced at Ron's bleeding leg.

"You don't know why my leg hurts, you ......" Ron was suddenly speechless, and Blake gave him a silencing spell with Ron's wand.

"You're just too noisy. "

"Why Ron, not Harry?" Hermione asked.

Blake jerked his head to stare at Hermione, and then he showed a mouthful of yellow teeth and laughed, "Ah, why this red-haired boy and not Harry? "

As soon as Black raised his wand and walked towards Ron, his whole body flew up, collapsing the four-poster bed behind him.

The three Harry were stunned by this turn of events, and they quickly turned their heads to look at the dark passage in the doorway.

"Finally......" Snape walked in, "let me get you." "

Pointing his wand at the ruins, Snape cautiously kept his distance.

"Don't play dead, I know you're alive. Black. "

Black struggled to his feet from the rubble and looked at Snape incredulously, "Snot, why are you here?"

Snape didn't mind what Blake called him, and he looked at Blake with pleasure, "Ah, you don't know? It seems that you really didn't meet that werewolf, and your former best friend abandoned you?" or ...... You don't even have the face to meet him?"

"Snot, I warn you......"

Blake said with a sudden wave of his wand, but Snape was quick to block it, and Snape took advantage of the situation to return Blake's weapon.

"Tut-tut......" Snape looked at Blake pleasantly, "Look at you...... What has become of it now. "

With a wave of his wand, Blake was instantly hung upside down, his filthy hair dragging to the ground.

"How? remember the spell? Blake? would you think that one day you'd get a hit?"

Snape looked like he was like the three Harry had never seen before—excited, crazy.

"Haha...... Ahem," Blake seemed to suddenly remember something, and he gasped excitedly, "Do you mean that? Well, I just hung you up and then took you off ...... in public."

Blake was knocked out again, but this time he didn't get back up - he was knocked unconscious by Snape.

Snape stood there and thought for a moment, then flicked his wand, and Blake in the ruins was tied with a rope.

With all that done, Snape turned to look at Ron and said, "Now, give me your pet, Mr. Weasley, don't let me say it a second time." "_

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