Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw's self-introduction still failed to impress Sirius, as if there was nothing in the world worth his attention.

The only meaning of his life was to be punished and atone for his sins.

Shaw was just here to go through the motions, but after seeing Sirius's attitude, he almost laughed out of anger.

So you just feel sorry for James and his wife?

Then you have no lingering thoughts about your father and his children?

Shaw is now basically sure that he is the son of Regulus and Fiorchin. Regardless of whether his soul is, he has the responsibility as a son to clear his father's name!

Shaw waved his hand and erected a black water curtain to block Harry, who was about to enter the cell, from outside, even blocking his voice and sight.

Then he waved his hand again, and Sirius, who was lying on the ground, was suspended by him.

And this guy still drooped his limbs and head, without any intention of resisting.

Shaw also saw Sirius' miserable appearance. He was skinny, with deep eye sockets, dark and heavy eye bags, untidy beard, and shoulder-length black hair tied up in clumps.

He was not as handsome and elegant as Shaw had imagined, nor was he as careless and arrogant.

Sirius lowered his head and looked at Shaw with lifeless turbid gray eyes, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Are you Regulus' son? He's still alive? That's good. You're a good guy, handsome and energetic. Go away. You don't have to come to see me."

Shaw looked down on Sirius more and more. The little good impression he had before was almost lost to this guy.

He took a deep breath, took out the note left by Regulus in the fake locket from the ring, unfolded it and placed it in front of Sirius, and said in a cold voice.

"You are such a reckless and self-righteous wretch. You used to call yourself a warrior against darkness, but now you live in your own world of atonement to impress yourself?

I really despise you!

Take a good look at what a great hero who has lived up to his family, relatives, and justice is!

My father is a truly great man, who is filial to his parents and can shoulder his responsibilities.

He was fearless enough to die in order to fight the real evil. He could have lived. He could have used the elf that no one else looked down upon to die in his place. .

In order to prevent Voldemort from noticing and his beloved son from being implicated, he chose to die secretly!

And you, do you have a sense of responsibility? Are you worthy of the family that gave birth to you and raised you? Are you worthy of your friends?

If you really feel that you are wrong and you think you are righteous, why don't you dare to kill a few more bad guys, why don't you take over the responsibility of raising your friend's children.

Instead, you are here to play the role of a poor wretch who is redeeming his sins!"

Shor was getting more and more excited as he spoke, his voice was a little choked, and his eyes were slowly blurred by tears.

Sirius didn't pay much attention to what Shaw accused him of, but after seeing the contents of the note.

[To the Dark Lord, I know that I am dead when you read this letter, but I want you to know that I discovered your secret, I took away the real Horcrux, and will destroy it as soon as possible. I paid the price of death, hoping that when you meet your opponent, you will be a mortal of flesh and blood.

R.A.B]

After reading it, Sirius' body shook violently.

His eyes, which were cloudy just now, widened and he muttered.

"Regulus, died to destroy the Horcrux? Voldemort still has Horcruxes? Voldemort is not dead? Regulus, Regulus, I, I wronged you."

Shor held his wand tightly, holding back a heart-piercing blow to this guy who had been reckless and regretted his recklessness.

Sirius talked to himself excitedly for a long time, then raised his head and looked at Shaw with an ugly expression.

"I, I'm sorry Regulus, I really don't deserve the surname Black, I haven't been able to take care of you all these years, I am a failed brother and uncle, please send a bouquet of flowers to your father's grave on my behalf.

Alas, it seems that you should be living well now, and your magical attainments are also very high, and you don't need me anymore, I will continue to atone for my sins in Azkaban."

Shor was so angry at this uncle who was like a rolling knife that he couldn't speak, and his feelings were all in vain.

Shaw laughed at himself. What was he expecting?

He took a few deep breaths again. He no longer expected to restore Sirius's sense of honor for the family.

He said coldly.

"You can be sorry for my father and sorry for Black, because you only have friends in your heart!

Humph, it doesn't matter. I don't need it.

But do you also want to be sorry for James's child, your godson Harry Potter?

How is Harry doing now? You don't care?

How miserable was this child's life since he was a child? How many cold eyes did he endure? You just turn a blind eye. Where is your conscience? This is all your responsibility!"Sirius finally looked a little excited and couldn't wait to say.

"Ha, how is Harry now? He is also your brother. You should take good care of him."

Shor resisted the urge to roll his eyes. At this moment, he didn't want to say a word to this stubborn uncle.

He had never suffered as much anger in his life as he did today.

He finally understood how the originally lonely Snape was forced to be so sarcastic by Sirius and his gang during his school days.

In this case, let's get straight to the main course: open the door and let Harry go.

Shaw waved his hand and "put" Sirius back to the ground with a click, and also removed the black water curtain.

Outside, Harry, who was anxious and angry, was stamping his feet and slapping the water curtain.

After the water curtain disappeared, his fist hit nothing, but after a slight stumble, he couldn't wait to rush into the cell.

When Harry rushed in, Sirius, who was lying on the ground, was still rubbing his arm with a soft groan.

Suddenly, his eyes went dark, and he saw an extremely familiar face and familiar eyes.

He opened his mouth and subconsciously wanted to call out James and Lily's names.

But before he could say it, he heard a sentence "Traitor, I will kill you."

Then a small fist hit Sirius' nose bridge directly, hitting him with stars, sourness and severe pain rushing straight to the top of his head, and his nose and tears could not help but flow.

Then someone sat on him, and then he began to be beaten unilaterally.

Sirius did not fight back, and he also realized that he was beating James's child, his godson Harry.

He could only speak with difficulty while enduring the pain all over his body.

"Ha, Harry, you, you listen to my explanation, I, I didn't..."

Harry was furious at this time, his eyes were red, and he was beating vigorously, so he had no time to listen to the explanation of his enemy.

Bang Bang caught Sirius and beat him, and a big slap directly slapped Sirius's unfinished words.

He didn't know whether the blood on his fist was his or Sirius's.

"Ah! I'll kill you, I'll kill you, the traitor. You betrayed my parents' trust, you deserve to die!"

Neither of them noticed that Shore was holding a magic camera and "recording a good life" beside them.

He took pictures from all kinds of clever angles.

Shore was much calmer now, and couldn't help but sigh.

"What a loving father and filial son, I must record it well."