All things are three at Hogwarts

As soon as he took it, Sirius's thin face became as ferocious as his prison photo. The tall man suddenly bent down and held the edge of the stone basin with one hand. The veins on his hand were exposed, and two His dark gray eyes were wide open and filled with red bloodshot eyes. With trembling hands, he once again put the cup into the stone basin. After a short brewing period, he scooped up one full cup after another and drank it quickly.

Allen was a little surprised and touched his chin. In his memory, the pain caused by this potion, even as strong as Dumbledore, could not hold on for long before he could not maintain the balance of his body and fell to the ground uncontrollably. Harry came to feed him, but Sirius could still stand in front of the stone basin after drinking so many cups. It seemed that his health had been recovering well in the past few years since he was released from prison.

The muscles on Sirius's face were twitching, and he stretched out his trembling hands to continue sinking the shells into the liquid. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he resolutely raised the cup, but before it reached his mouth, the cup He fell back into the stone basin again, and Sirius staggered to the ground. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. The pain caused by the poison made by the mysterious man was not all physical.

When Sirius was halfway through raising the cup, a vision of the familiar house in Godric's Hollow suddenly appeared in his mind. For many years, he had imagined what happened to the Potters that day. James Potter was brave. Facing the mysterious man and his Death Eater minions, his hazel eyes watched the mysterious man who invaded his home warily, his messy and angry black hair stood stubbornly, and he stood in the way of his wife Lily, son Potter and them. A green light flashed in front of the family's pet cat, and James' tall and thin body fell down.

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

Although his voice was muffled and his self-blame turned into a cry, both Alan and Hermione, who were sensitive, understood his words clearly.

"He has experienced so many horrible things, but the most terrifying thing is the death of his best friend." Hermione looked at Sirius and sighed.

"The effects of the venom should be related to the fantasies caused by the inner pain. Sirius suffered from pain and regret because his friend James was tragically killed. The venom had a great impact on him. Regulus was very young when he drank this potion and was still young. He has never experienced too much pain, so the fear caused by the venom in his heart is far less than that of Sirius." Allen explained to Hermione, and he also wanted to understand that compared with Sirius, the fear caused by this venom to Dumbledore The reason for the greater impact was that the white wizard suffered much more pain in his heart than they did.

At this time, Sirius' whole body was convulsing violently. He was unconscious and covered his head. It seemed that he could no longer continue to scoop out the venom and drink it.

"Master! Kreacher, come help him!" After saying that, Kreacher, who had been waiting for a long time, picked up the shell from the stone basin, filled it with transparent venom, brought it to Sirius, and force-fed it to Sirius.

After two spoonfuls, Sirius, who was wandering between fantasy and reality, began to resist instinctively. He pushed Kreacher's shoulder with his hand and refused: "No...don't do it again..."

Allen wrapped his arms around him and tapped his fingers on the other arm. He thought to himself: After only a few spoonfuls, he couldn't hold on and didn't want to drink anymore. Dumbledore insisted until there was too little potion in the stone basin. More than half of it.

Kreacher's deep voice was a little excited, and he said as if to comfort: "You have to keep drinking. If you want to experience what Master Regulus has experienced and felt, you have to keep drinking!" After that, he drank another glass. Entering Sirius's belly, Sirius was panting heavily, his face was pale, and he was moaning in pain.

Kreacher scooped up another cup, forced the shell into Sirius' mouth and drank it. Sirius, who had regained consciousness a little, drank all the potion in the shell, but this time Sirius finally couldn't control himself anymore and lost his voice. Screams and shrill sounds crossed the silent black lake and echoed in the large cave.

The stone basin was already mostly empty. Kreacher was holding the shell and saw Sirius's twitching hand trying to slap the ground. He glanced at Allen, stepped on it with his foot without thinking that he had noticed, and then leaned down. Lower body, he held down Sirius' other hand, and then forced the potion into Sirius' throat.

Sirius, who was imprisoned by the house elf, was shaking from head to toe. He was extremely thirsty and could not resist the charm of the liquid. However, the more he drank the venom, the more anxious his internal organs became. The pain made him roll on the ground. Completely forgotten the agreement with Allen.

Hermione finally noticed Kreacher's actions from Sirius's fierce reaction. She frowned and a surge of anger rushed into her heart. She understood Kreacher's desire to retaliate against Sirius, but he could not deprive Sirius of the opportunity to refuse: "Kreacher, stop it!"

It's just that Kreacher completely ignored Hermione and acted as if he didn't hear her words. After all, Hermione was not his master, so Kreacher didn't need to pay attention to anyone else's orders. Therefore, Kreacher was seizing the last moment to try his best before Allen gave the order. Feeding more venom.

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

Under the influence of the contract, the older elf staggered and sat on the ground due to his movements and the master's orders. The crystal shell rolled down, and the liquid flew back to the stone basin before it fell to the ground.

Kreacher didn't blame the master, but he complained that the mudblood Hermione was too talkative. What would the mistress say if she were here? But this mudblood seemed to have a close relationship with the new master, and he wanted to welcome Master Regulus back. Rely on them... Thinking of this, the elf rubbed his coccyx, which hurt from the fall. Kreacher stood up and gave up his habitual thought of scolding.

Hermione quickly poured the elderflower dew into the semi-conscious Sirius. Sirius instinctively swallowed it in large gulps. By accident, the drink flowed into the trachea. He coughed violently, but he finally woke up. He calmed down slightly and then strongly. Asking for water.

Allen also came up to check and confirmed that Sirius was fine: "Kreacher, take care of your former master."

Looking at the venom that was approaching the pelvic floor, Kreacher felt very sorry. He pretended to be injured due to aging and the fall just now, and used very slow movements. It took a long time to hold Sirius's shoulders, and the result was that Elderflower He poured the sugar-free drink into Sirius' throat just a little bit. But when the house elf was disappointed, Sirius finally calmed down and lay on his back on the ground, breathing heavily for a while. He grabbed the drink and drank it himself.

"I'll go outside the cave and bring Lynch and the others here to do business." Allen confessed to Hermione and then saw that the scene was restored and began to fly out, "Kreacher, obey Miss Hermione Granger's instructions to you. any order."

Sirius had struggled to sit up, his face pale and panting, his breathing sounding very weak.

Kreacher's hoarse voice was rough and harsh: "You useless prodigal, you still have so much venom left to drink. Not to mention Master Regulus, you are so bad even compared to Kreacher!"

It's just that Sirius didn't refute him this time, and he didn't try to react to Kreacher's little action just now. He turned his head a little low and looked towards the lake. He had indeed not finished drinking.