Hogwarts Mystery Sequence

Two hours later, in the restaurant on the side of the foyer.

Sirius, who had freshened up and changed into a clean brown striped suit, sat on the seat with his back to the hall door, holding a fork in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, cutting the steak on the plate with some disregard for image, and then devouring it.

Opposite him, at the other end of the small long table, the crow stood on the back of the chair, observing Sirius with great interest, and paid no attention to Sirius's rude behavior such as the sound of his knife and fork hitting the plate.

This still-portrait-like scene lasted for half an hour. During this period, the only one who was constantly moving was Kreacher, who was busy serving food. Although he succumbed because his body could not disobey Sirius's order, the look in his eyes when he looked at his new master But he was full of contempt and disdain, as if he was looking at a silverfish, and he kept muttering words such as "blaspheming the noble Blake's prodigal son" in his mouth.

However, Sirius had been immersed in eating and was not in the mood to deal with this annoying house elf for the time being.

After half an hour, Sirius finally filled his stomach.

He put down the knife and fork in his hand, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth.

Then, he folded the napkin and placed it on his left hand side. At the same time, he looked at the crow and said:

"you're not eating?"

Crow glanced at the untouched dishes on the table in front of him and replied casually:

"I don't like British food."

Hearing this, Sirius showed a puzzled expression and asked:

"Aren't you used to eating?"

"Heh, you can ask more directly." Crow raised his eyes and glanced at him, then chuckled.

"I think I need to know something about my 'savior'." Sirius said calmly.

The crow stroked the dark circle of his right eye with his right wing. He did not comment on Sirius's reasons, and turned to answer Sirius's question just now, saying:

"I just don't like British food."

I just don’t like British food... So that means it is indeed a British wizard?Sirius was thoughtful, preparing to collect newspapers from recent years.

Because Sirius felt that a powerful wizard like Crow would definitely be famous in the magical world, so from public media such as the Daily Prophet or some academic newspapers, he would definitely be able to find some clues that would help him target a few " suspects".

Sirius had a lot of thoughts in his heart, so he continued to ask:

"So what are the 'two options' you were talking about earlier?"

Crow said without paying too much attention:

"The first option is that I can help you capture Peter Pettigrew. In exchange, you need to do something for me."

"What happened?" Sirius asked immediately.

On the one hand, he was indeed curious, but on the other hand, he was more worried that what the other party was going to do would cause damage to the magic world.

In Sirius's heart, the crow has gradually become equal to Voldemort.

So will Voldemort do anything good?

--impossible!

Therefore, Sirius was already planning to find a way to report to Dumbledore after inquiring about the information.

At this time, Crow suddenly tilted his head and said with a smile:

"My gut tells me you're thinking something bad about me."

"Well, let me guess," it thought for a moment, "are you going to trick me out and then report it to Dumbledore?"

The crow smiled, ignoring the way Sirius's pupils shrank, and continued:

"Of course, you will consider your status as a fugitive, so you will write everything in a letter first, wait for Dumbledore to reply and express trust, and then take Peter Pettigrew to confront Dumbledore?"

"..." Sirius was speechless.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and his body tensed up and he said:

"Legiliency?"

Crow nodded slightly.

Sirius suddenly leaned forward.

But the next second he saw the crow shaking his head.

This confused Sirius and didn't understand what it meant.

However, this time, the crow was obviously not prepared to answer Sirius's doubts, because this matter involved its most core secret.

As a qualified wizard, Crow has always kept in mind and adhered to the motto of "mystery".

As a wizard who is good at finding and exploiting loopholes, he understands the key role of information.

Perhaps, in the future, it may "inadvertently" reveal some true and false information, but that will never be free!

Therefore, naturally the crow would not tell Sirius so simply now.

It glanced at Sirius, who was on pins and needles, and suddenly said in a wicked tone:

"I suddenly don't want to give you a second choice."

"Why?" Sirius, who was always passive during the conversation, could only helplessly be led by the crow.

"Of course it's because I feel now that I can achieve my goal better this way." Crow chuckled.

Hearing this, Sirius was speechless. He felt like he had heard nonsense and felt like he was being played by a crow.

Of course I know what you hope is good for you!Sirius roared inwardly.

However, despite being in the old Blake house, his status was completely opposite. He had to bow his head and could only helplessly ask:

"What about the second option?"

Crow glanced at Sirius strangely and chuckled:

"Didn't I just say that I didn't want to tell you?"

"..." Sirius took a deep breath and kept comforting himself.

He was silent for a while and said feebly:

"Then how can you tell me that choice?"

Crow thought for a moment and said with a smile in his eyes:

"It's very simple. I want to borrow your Black family's book collection."

Sirius was startled for a moment, but he didn't expect that this was what the crow wanted.

He originally thought that the other party would ask him to do something... However, if he thinks about it carefully, the most valuable things in him now, besides himself, aren't they the things of the Black family?

At this time, Sirius suddenly remembered something he had noticed before: the other party had come to the Black house.

So, is its target actually the Black family's book collection?Sirius frowned slightly and looked at the leisurely posture of the crow.

Although Sirius looked down upon things belonging to the Black family, that was only from a conceptual point of view.

From a practical point of view, I am afraid that no one will understand the amazing heritage of the Black family better than him, the heir of the Black family - the history of the Black family can be traced back to the Middle Ages. Before the Wizarding War, it was the largest, oldest and most powerful family in England. One of the richest pure-blood families, like the Malfoy and Lestrange families, is synonymous with status and wealth, and the magical heritage accumulated based on it can be seen at a glance.

At the same time, and more importantly, most of the Black family's books are about black magic. The Black family is a family that is keen on black magic!

Therefore, at this time, Sirius was very worried that this mysterious wizard who came for the Black family's heritage would get some terrible magic from those books, or absorb some terrible theories, and become the second Voldemort.

No... Sirius subconsciously glanced at the crow again and found that it was casually looking at the layout and decoration of the restaurant - the cupboards in the restaurant were filled with porcelain and silverware with the Black family crest and inscriptions. photo frame.

It didn't seem to care at all whether I agreed or not...Sirius suddenly realized a serious problem: if the other party really came for the Black family's collection of books, then now he has brought the other party into the Black House. Now, he actually has no ability to stop the opponent at all.

In other words, if the other party wants to, there is no need to ask for his opinion. This kind of polite inquiry is just like the ritual of a cat playing with the mouse before eating it. Of course, now I am the mouse... Sirius laughed to himself inwardly, and at this moment, the crow suddenly turned his head and looked at him, the playful smile in his eyes completely undisguised.

Sirius immediately clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, wishing he could rush over and punch the bird's head off, then hang it on the decorative panel on the wall of the stairwell on the first and second floors - there was a row of crumpled birds hanging on it. House elf heads are all from house elves who have served the Black family.

At this moment, Sirius suddenly felt that the abnormal behavior of his ancestors was not completely incomprehensible. At least now he wanted to hang the head of the smelly bird in front of him. Of course, he would remove the heads of those house elves in the future. Come down...Sirius scolded the crow viciously in his mind without even trying to hide it on his face.

But Crow was not provoked at all and smiled and nodded to him.

Merlin's beard, why can I read expressions on a bird's face?Sirius felt in a daze at the moment. He felt that the stimulation he had received in Azkaban for more than ten years was not as much as it was today.

Two seconds later, in line with the self-comfort of "Since the decision-making power of this additional condition is not actually mine, then I am not equivalent to eating the 'Overlord Meal'", Sirius gathered his emotions and said:

"I promise you."

"Very good!" Crow replied with a smile and a nod.

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