Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 213 Black who was forced to enter
"Let me go! Damn Death Eater, you dirty running dog!" The man roared hoarsely. If his arms were not bound by ropes, Hera believed that he would rush over and tear him to pieces.

He stared fixedly at Hera, with angry flames burning in his eyes.

"I think you're a Death Eater, aren't you, Mr. Black?" Hera looked at him playfully, and waved her wand to cast the Muggle Repelling Charm, so as not to attract the attention of Muggles.

"Me? What a joke!?" he said hoarsely.

Hera twirled her wand and made several fancy movements in mid-air, "I vaguely remember when we parted last time, it seems that time hasn't brought much change to you, Mr. Black."

"What on earth have you done, why can't I go back to my home? Why?"

"Obvious question, you are also a member of the pure-blood family, have you heard of the Fidelity Curse?" Hera smiled lightly.Sirius Black has obviously been dazzled by anger. He must know the Fidelity Curse. After all, Penelope hadn't seen Black's old house before.

"Damn bastard! How dare you—how dare you do such a thing to my family?"

"Didn't you already trade it to me?" Hera frowned. Sure enough, Sirius was unreasonable. He knew that he bought the mansion with a photo. Now, he still wants to deny it?

What a dishonest guy.

"Avada" Hera tried to recite the Avada Kedavra, but only halfway through the recitation, he found that he couldn't continue to recite it. He really didn't have enough killing intent.

And according to the book "Toxic Magic", the Killing Curse will split the soul of a person. Hera doesn't want to become a lunatic like Voldemort-losing his mind and having no body.

"Forget it, I still can't do it." Hera shook her head, looked at the wand in her hand and sighed.

Sirius spat hard, "Damn! Will the Death Eaters still have a day to go?"

"Death Eater?" Hera asked suspiciously. As far as he knew, Sirius Black was the Death Eater who deserved to die. Why did he seem to look down on Death Eaters?
"Hmph, you hypocrite." There seemed to be something flickering in Sirius' dark eyes, and he didn't refute anything. "I don't know how you cheated Professor Dumbledore's trust, but I will definitely catch your tell."

"Hehe." Hera was instantly amused. He felt that he needed to "torture" Sirius Black. Many questions in his mind could be answered.

"Kreacher, take him back."

"Yes, Master."

"Hey! Kreacher, how could you do this? I'm the only heir of the Black family!" Sirius roared hoarsely, but Kreacher ignored him at all, and just dragged him into the old house.

His exclamation woke up the portraits in the room on the first floor. They screamed and cursed loudly, as if they were being tortured.

Even Mrs. Black, who had been groomed a little before, was screaming loudly and desperately - even though she was long ago dead.

"Dirty and sinful son! Get out of here quickly! How dare you step into my ancestor's house again—"

Hera frowned, and he tapped the frame lightly with his wand, "Almost—that's enough, Mrs. Black."

He drew the curtains again, and he was rather sick of the nervous Mrs Black and the other portraits, as if they had never known manners.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lestrange, but we were wrong."

Sirius Black's eyes widened in surprise, what did he see?
His arrogant and paranoid old mother actually admitted her mistake!
"Ahahahahaha! I didn't expect that so many years after your death, I could still see such a scene." There were tears in the corners of Black's eyes. Although he was a rebellious child, he ran away from home at the age of 16, and even stood on the opposite side of his family in the later stages of fighting Voldemort.

But he is a member of the Black family after all, even if his name has been burned from the family tree by his family.

What flows in his body is still the blood of the old woman in front of him.

But none of this was Hera's concern, and he kicked Sirius Black's ass mercilessly.

"Is it because I didn't mention you?" Hera rubbed her temples and said irritably, "Be quiet too, as long as you tell me the information I want to know, maybe you can still see the rising sun tomorrow morning."

"I need a quiet room, Kreacher, take me there." Hera lowered her head and said, "And prepare a dinner for two, it looks like I won't be alone at night."

Sirius looked at Hera coldly, as if he had some kind of goodness, but soon he understood what Hera meant.

For the next whole night, Sirius was hung by a rope, and Hera tortured him for several hours. Finally, at 4 o'clock in the morning the next morning, Black's No. 17 statement confirmed the accuracy of the news.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation. Because of your sincere cooperation, I decided to let you go." Hera closed the notebook with satisfaction, and there were several pages filled with writing, and there were many traces of revisions.

They forced Sirius to repeat the events of the year over and over again, summing up and correcting the final version over and over again.

"Kreacher."

"Yes, master."

"Throw our distinguished guest out."

"As you wish." Kreacher bowed humbly, the tip of his nose almost touching his knees, but the next action was merciless, directly throwing Sirius into Grimmauld Place.

Without the cover of Hera's spell, the Muggles noticed his ugly appearance and mistook him for a tramp. Everyone walked past him holding their noses.

Sirius looked at the place between No. 11 and No. 13, Grimmauld Place with resentful eyes. Since Hera took him in and didn't tell him the address, he couldn't even rush back to seek revenge on Hera.

All he can do is to accumulate strength, and as soon as he avenges James and meets his lovely godson, he swears that he will come back here again, take revenge on that damned Lestrange, and use all the vicious magic he knows to do this on him, so that he also knows what life is like death!
However, the most important thing right now is to get out of here, Sirius thought in his mind.

"If you delay any longer, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic will find me."

Sirius was in severe pain, lying on the ground, moving towards the shadow bit by bit, dragging bloodstains on the ground.
(End of this chapter)