All things are three at Hogwarts

The members of the Wizengamot stood up and stared at Sirius.

As if there was a tacit understanding, they began to sort out the documents in silence and leave this deliberation room that brought both pain and new life.

After a long time, Dumbledore walked towards Sirius Black.

He leaned down and gently tapped Blake on the shoulder.

Black raised his tear-stained face and met Dumbledore's loving eyes.

Although Professor Dumbledore didn't say a word, a strong emotion arose in Black's heart, making him feel at ease and full of hope.

Blake couldn't help but be stunned.

Professor Dumbledore patted his shoulder again, nodded, then turned and left the dark room.

"Let's go, Allen." Owen Harris felt it was time to leave.

But Allen did not move. He pointed to a witch sitting in the middle a few rows behind them.

Among the few people left, Owen followed the direction pointed by his youngest son and saw her at a glance.

He has short blond hair, wears a magenta robe, and sucks the tip of a dazzling green quill.

There is no doubt that this is Rita Skeeter, the chief reporter of the Daily Prophet.

"Dad, before you see Fudge, you'd better talk to her first. I'll leave in a moment." Alan reminded in a low voice.

Owen nodded knowingly and walked towards Rita.

Allen noticed that after a brief moment of shock, Rita Skeeter and her father seemed to be having a lively conversation.

Allen was not worried about Rita's scribbling at all. She was a person who understood current affairs and would not easily provoke those in power.

When only Allen and Blake were left in the gloomy dark room, Allen still didn't move.

He knew Blake needed time to come to terms with his emotions.

It wasn't until Blake staggered to his feet that Allen stepped forward.

Blake raised his sleeves and wiped his face haphazardly.

"You shouldn't watch this kind of execution." Blake looked at Allen with his gloomy eyes and said seriously.

He felt that although Allen was very powerful, he was still an underage wizard and should not have to witness such a cruel punishment.

"Most people worry most about death. This is true for Voldemort, and so is Peter Pettigrew. The tragedy of the Potters stems from Voldemort's pursuit of immortality and Pettigrew's fear of death." Allen Half It's a sigh, half a reminder.

"Death may be a punishment, but it cannot atone for sins. To pay for thirteen years of mental pain debt with the pain of having one's soul sucked away in a few seconds, I don't know if this compensation is enough!" Sirius was also surprised after saying, He actually opened his heart in front of a child.

Perhaps because of his calm temperament and his ability to be stronger than ordinary wizards at a young age, he really doesn't feel like a child to others.

Allen looked at Sirius' gloomy eyes mixed with pain, and replied seriously: "You are right, sometimes justice is not enough to appease people's hearts."

"In the eyes of the world, Peter Pettigrew has received the punishment he deserves, his sins have been washed away, and perhaps he can be forgiven by Merlin." Allen said slowly.

Blake's brow furrowed.

"However, if someone else causes me a slow, deep, boundless and lasting pain, then if I want to retaliate, I must try to inflict the same pain on the other person. As a Muggle saying goes: With eyes An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a hand for a hand, a foot for a foot.”

"However, hatred can make people blind, and anger can also lead to recklessness. Those who blindly pursue revenge may have to drink the bitter juice in the end." Allen glanced at Black and continued: "In my opinion, Peter Pettigrew has long been He is being punished for his mistakes. Thirteen years of being a mouse, hiding in a wizard's family, is not an easy thing. The pain and torture you brought to him in the process of hunting him down , perhaps far more than the damage caused by him receiving a Dementor's kiss."

Blake took Allen's words into his heart, and the pain and resentment lingering in his heart seemed to be alleviated.

As for the remaining emotions, they will obviously fade away over time.

Sirius looked at Allen deeply and suddenly changed the subject, "You have done everything you promised me, and I will keep my promise and fulfill my oath."

Hearing this, Allen couldn't help but laugh. Although he didn't like the other person's character, he certainly believed in Black's character, otherwise he wouldn't have made this agreement with him in the first place - although he made extra arrangements to prevent Dumbledore from disturbing the situation. A layer of insurance.

"Why don't you just follow me to receive it now?" Sirius said.

Blake is a hotheaded man and he doesn't want to default on his debt to Allen.

Allen thought about it and felt that there was still enough time, and he didn't want to have long nights and dreams, so he nodded and agreed.

After writing a letter to his father, Owen, noting his movements, Alan followed Sirius Black and left the Ministry of Magic in a swaggering manner.

Some of the wizards who saw Sirius on the way still didn't know what happened, and seemed a little frightened.

"This is what freedom feels like!" After leaving the Ministry of Magic, Sirius opened his arms and embraced the sky.

Allen looked at Sirius with a smile, especially understanding how the prisoner who had been hiding in Tibet felt at this moment.

After Sirius calmed down, the two of them disapparated and went directly to No. 12 Grimmauld Place, the old home of the Black family.

The old house that appeared in front of Allen had dirty walls and gloomy windows.

They walked up the shabby stone steps and found that the black paint on the door of the old house was peeling off and covered with scratches.

The silver door knocker is in the shape of a coiled snake. There was no keyhole in the door and no mailbox.

"Excuse me, can I borrow your wand?" Black asked.

Alan blinked, removed his wand, and handed it to Black.

Blake waved the wand and found that he could barely make any movement. Then he frowned and weighed the weight. He felt that it seemed heavier than he thought, but then he shrugged and tapped lightly on the door with Allen's wand. one time. Alan heard many loud sounds of metal clashing, and a clattering sound like chains.

The door creaked open.

Blake casually handed the wand back to Alan.

The two of them crossed the threshold and entered the almost dark foyer.

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