Hogwarts Everything is Three

Just after taking it, Sirius’ thin face became as hideous as his prison photo. The tall man suddenly bent down, holding the edge of the stone basin with one hand, and the green veins on his hands were exposed. The dark gray eyes were wide and filled with red bloodshot eyes. He tremblingly put the cup into the stone basin again, and after a short brewing, he scooped up a cup full of cups and drank quickly.

Somewhat surprised Alan touched his chin. The pain caused by this medicine, in his memory, even if he was as strong as Dumbledore, he could not maintain his balance for long and fell to the ground uncontrollably. Harry came to feed him, but Sirius could even drink so many glasses and still stand in front of the stone basin. It seems that his body has been well restored in the past few years from prison.

The muscles on Sirius’s face were twitching, and he tried to stretch out his trembling hand to continue sinking the shell into the liquid. He closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, he raised the cup resolutely, but it was not even to his mouth. He fell back into the stone basin again, and Sirius stumbled to the ground, his eyes closed, his breathing was heavy, and the pain caused by the poison made by the mysterious man was not all physical.

When Sirius just raised the glass halfway, the illusion of the house familiar to Godric Valley suddenly appeared in his mind. For many years, he imagined what happened to the Potter family that day, James Potter. Bravely confronting the mysterious man and his Death Eaters, his hazel eyes watched vigilantly at the mysterious man who invaded his home. The messy and angry black hair stood up stubbornly. He blocked his wife Lily, son Potter and In front of their pet cat--until the green light flashed, James' tall lanky body fell down.

Sirius hugged his head in pain. His extreme thirst and mental trauma prevented him from howling to vent his pain. He muttered to himself: "No...Jaime...Be careful, don't go there. Lily run... my fault... it's all my fault..."

Although his voice was indistinct and his self-blame made it into a crying voice, both Alan and Hermione, who were sensitive, understood his words clearly.

"He has experienced so many terrible things, but the most feared thing is the death of his friend." Hermione sighed as he looked at Sirius.

"The effect of the venom should be related to the illusion caused by the pain in the heart. Sirius was bitter and regretful because his friend James was tragically killed. The venom had a great impact on him. Regulus was very young when he drank this medicine. He has not experienced much pain, so the venom caused much less fear in his heart than Sirius." Allen explained to Hermione. He also wanted to understand that compared with Sirius, the venom caused Dumbledore. The reason for the greater impact-the white wizard suffered far more pain than they did.

At this time, Sirius twitched violently, and he covered his head unconsciously, and seemed to have no way to continue to scoop out the venom to drink it.

"Master! Kreacher is here to help him!" After speaking, Kreacher, who had been waiting for a long time, picked up the shells in the stone basin, filled it with transparent venom, took him to Sirius, and poured it into Sirius.

After two spoonfuls, Sirius, who was wandering in fantasy and reality, began to resist instinctively. He pushed Kreacher's shoulder with his hand and refused: "Don't...Don't come again..."

Alan wrapped his arms around and hugged his fingers on the other arm. He thought to himself: After only a few spoonfuls, he can no longer hold on to drinking it. Dumbledore insisted that there was not much medicine in the stone basin. More than half.

Kreacher's low voice was a little excited, and he said as if soothing: "You have to continue drinking. If you want to experience what Regulus experienced and felt, you have to continue drinking!" Entering Sirius' belly, Sirius was panting, his face pale, and he was moaning in pain.

Kreacher took another cup, and forced the shell into Sirius’s mouth and poured it. Sirius, who had recovered a little bit, drank all the potion in the shell, but this time, Sirius could no longer control his voice. Screaming, the stern voice crossed the silent black lake and echoed in the big cave.

The stone basin was more than half empty. Kreacher was holding the shell, and seeing Sirius' twitching hand trying to pat the ground, he glanced at Allen, stepped on it without thinking he had noticed, and then bent down. He lowered his body and held down the other hand of Sirius, and then forcibly poured the potion into Sirius' throat.

Sirius, who was imprisoned by the house elves, trembled from head to toe. He was extremely thirsty and couldn't resist the charm of the liquid, but the more he drank the venom, his internal organs became more anxious, and the pain made him roll on the ground. I completely forgot the agreement with Allen.

Hermione finally noticed Kreacher’s actions from Sirius’s fierce reaction, frowning, and an anger rushed into her heart. She understood Kreacher’s desire to avenge Sirius, but he could not deprive Sirius of the opportunity to refuse: "Kreacher, stop!"

It’s just that Kreacher completely ignored Hermione and didn’t hear her words. After all, Hermione was not his master, Kreacher didn’t need to pay attention to anyone else’s orders—so Kreacher was hurrying to give orders to Allen instead. I tried to feed as much venom as possible before.

"Kreacher, stop!" Allen gave orders under Hermione's gaze.

The elder elf, under the influence of the contract, caused him to stagger and sit on the ground because of his actions and the master's command. The crystal shell rolled down, and the liquid flew back to the stone basin before it fell to the ground.

Kreacher did not blame the owner, but rather complained about the mudblood Hermione who was talking too much. If the hostess was there, he would have said something, but this mudblood seems to have a lot to do with the new owner, and he wants to welcome Master Regules Relying on them...Thinking about these ~www.NovelMTL.com~ The elf rubbed his aching tailbone, and Kreacher stood up and gave up his habit of cursing.

Hermione quickly poured elderflower dew into Sirius, who was in a coma. Sirius swallowed instinctively. One carelessly, the drink flowed into the trachea. He coughed violently, but he finally came to his senses. It calmed down slightly and violently. Ask for water.

Allen also came up to check and determined that Sirius would not be a big problem: "Kreacher, you will take care of your former master."

Looking at the venom that was approaching the pelvic floor, Kreacher felt very sorry. He pretended that he was injured because of aging and the fall just now. He used a very slow movement to hold Sirius’s shoulder for a long time, and the result was elderflower. Lu, only a little bit of the sugar-free drink poured into Sirius's throat-but when the house elves were disappointed, Sirius finally eased up, and lay on her back to the sky and snorted and gasped for a while. Then he grabbed the drink and poured it himself.

"I'll go outside the cave and bring Lynch and the others to do business." Allen confessed to Hermione after seeing the scene recovered, and then started flying outwards, "Kreacher, obey Miss Hermione Granger. Any order from you."

Sirius was already struggling to sit up, his face pale and panting, and his breathing sounded very weak.

Kreacher's hoarse voice was harsh and harsh: "Useless prodigal, there is so much venom left to drink, let alone Master Regulus, you are too bad compared to Kreacher!"

It's just that Sirius didn't refute him this time, nor did he try to react to Kreacher's little movement just now. He turned his head a little lower and looked towards the lake-he did not finish drinking.