[HP] Dark Godfather

"I'm going to go crazy looking at that stupid boy Harry..." Black muttered dissatisfiedly while wandering around looking for the mouse with the Marauder's Map.

"...It's really bad luck to have such a stupid godson. He is not as ruthless as James, not as smart as Lily, but he has inherited the recklessness and kindness of the two of them. It is no wonder that the old man wants to fight Voldemort like this. The bees are killed by him...Harry Potter, if you are not my godson, I don't care if you die in Merlin's crotch..." Black stopped, looked at the Marauder's Map, frowned and turned to Another secret way, then spit and spit:

"...Old Blake has American business to manage;

. . . Old Blake has English business to do;

...Old Black still has a dark BOSS career in the wizarding world to develop;

. . . old Blake's family is still dying;

...Old Black also has a cousin who is in prison in Azkaban;

...Merlin, old Blake has a stupid godson Harry Potter to look after,

If Old Black doesn't want to be killed by the Killing Curse when Harry was 15 years old, Old Black needs to speed up and make that green-eyed fool smarter... Old Black has to change his fate..."

Black babbled nervously, stopping from time to time to look up to the sky and sigh, "Merlin, why is that snot-nosed godson better than mine? At least that kid Malfoy has the kindness to take revenge, unlike Harry, who doesn't even know how to use the Dark Arts. refused to use."

Blake couldn't help being depressed when he thought that the most offensive method used by Harry Potter in the book was "expelliarmus".

"I have to quickly clear my identity and arrest that kid's post-education. Harry was almost taught by Dumbledore to become a virgin..." Black clenched his fists, his black eyes shining with fighting spirit, "Yes, that's the way, find That mouse, take back the property of the Black family and live with my godson, and I can't let him be affected by the savior's upbringing game. I would rather cooperate with Voldemort than let Black have a godson like a virgin, If Black's future has to go to his godson Harry, I don't want my dark empire to become a stepping stone for the Order of the Phoenix or a charity for the wizarding world..."

The dark godfather has never been a merciful person. After the incident in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was successfully turned from light to darkness at Hogwarts, Black decided to advance the whitewashing plan. His plan was simple: quietly find Peter Pettigrew, find If there is no accident, his sentence in Azkaban can end early.

Originally, Black's whitewashing plan was planned to be realized next year with the help of Jeff Leffer, when the development of the Black organization in the UK had also entered maturity, but the unexpected visit of the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets made the plan unable to keep up with the rapid changes.

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At the same time that Sirius Super Mario, the plumber, Mr. Black was carrying out his whitewashing plan in a hurry, Mr. Severus, the unlucky framed Mr. Snape, was being questioned by the Ministry of Magic for the nth time.

Albus Dumbledore's guarantee could not completely put an end to people's doubts. Obviously, the unpopular Headmaster Snape can't expect to have a quiet time to study his potions this school year.

"I did not perform any Dark Arts on that Muggle."

With empty eyes and a cold tone, the expressionless Snake King calmly answered the almost provocative questions of the Ministry of Magic investigators. In stark contrast to the Snake King's calm expression, the Ministry of Magic investigators' flushed faces.

After the panting official rushed into the fireplace and left, the principal's office fell into an embarrassing silence for a while.

Without even looking at Dumbledore's apologetic expression, Severus Snape turned around in his black robe and walked away aggressively.

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"Trust is a fragile thing, but you can't help being teased!"

With playful eyes, Blake paced unhurriedly in the middle of the game hall of the Slytherin basilisk under the bathroom. In contrast, the shrunken basilisk was chasing a miserable mouse all over the hall. Turn around, but no matter how the mouse runs, it can't get out of the hall.

"Peter Peter Peter, tsk tsk..."

Blake walked slowly shaking his head with his hands behind his back, smiled and brought a high-back chair, turned around and sat down casually, raised his slender legs, stretched out his right hand and a glass of red wine appeared between his fingers, rested his chin leisurely with his left hand, and leaned on the chair. on the armrest of the seat.

"Poor Peter, poor little mouse..." Blake squinted his eyes contentedly, put the red wine up to his nose and sniffed it lightly.

"Unlucky Peter, Peter with one finger missing..." Blake hummed a nursery rhyme, looking at the fineness of the red wine in the goblet against the light.

"...Peter is a bad boy, Peter is a stupid boy..." Without looking at the exhausted mouse, Blake continued to sing the poorly adapted nursery rhyme in a good mood.

"Tsk tsk tsk, poor little mouse..." Blake tasted the red wine in Slytherin's collection beautifully, and then "accidentally" found Peter Pettigrew, who was almost exhausted. He smiled and ticked his fingers, the basilisk Comprehendingly, he drove the mouse to Black.

Peter Pettigrew almost crawled up to Black, and then stopped under Black's chair with a snap of his fingers. The little mouse spun around and then suddenly rose up, restoring the poor Pettigrew human look like.

Ragged and bloodied, Peter wailed in a distinctly nasal voice as soon as he regained his human form, "Ouch, Padfoot, it was him, the Dark Lord, who forced me... Ooh, you know his tricks... I can't fight him..." The little dwarf twitched.

Blake just smiled and looked at him without saying a word, watching Peter Pettigrew's voice getting thinner and smaller, and his body shrinking smaller and smaller, until finally he wished he could disappear.

Blake leaned forward and handed the newly poured red wine to Peter who was kneeling on the ground, "Tsk tsk tsk, poor Wormtail, come, take a sip, and calm down!"

Pettigrew was stunned. He took the red wine carefully, not daring to drink it, but raised his head tremblingly to look at Black's kind smile, feeling more and more uneasy.

Peter, who knew Sirius' character well, could never have expected Black's reaction now. In Peter's mind: Sirius should have jumped on him like a mad dog when he found him, screaming and tearing him to pieces.

But now the Sirius Black in front of him, with elegant manners and a friendly smile, was just as unpredictable as those noble young masters in Slytherin.

Pettigrew suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and he wanted to fight for opportunities for himself because he was naturally forbearing. While snot and tears flowed down and pretended to be pitiful, Peter's eyes began to roll around.

"Padfoot, vomit... Kind Padfoot, I knew you wouldn't be so heartless... I have no choice but to, poor Peter, he also has an elderly mother, poor Peter..." He said nonsense While begging for forgiveness, Peter was secretly shocked by what he found after looking at the surrounding environment, "Is this... a secret room?"

"Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, how about it? Doesn't it suit the taste of those poisonous snakes?" Black nodded slyly, and introduced to Peter enthusiastically, "No... look at that stupid fat snake, A Slytherin monster!" Blake nuzzled, and the basilisk Haibo happily raised its tail to say hello, causing Pettigrew to turn around in fright.

"Padfoot, you, how did you come out of Azkaban... You, are you the heir of Slytherin?... I knew that Black is not easy, especially you, the best Sirius, even James is not as good as you..." Peter complimented Black flusteredly, praying that Black's arrogance and contempt would save him.

"Shh~" Blake looked at Peter with a smile, raised an index finger to cover his mouth, and said softly, "Don't mention James, Wormtail, don't mention James..." He shook his head, his eyes became very resentful.

Blake's voice was almost whispering, and his voice was gentle as if he was coaxing a child, but it made Peter feel cold, a kind of fear came from the abyss.

"Don't mention James..." Black looked at Peter, his black eyes seemed to be bottomless, and he gently reached out to touch Peter's messy head with blood clots.

Peter was surprised to find that he couldn't move under Black's aura. He let Black press his forehead against his head, and he heard Sirius' silky voice coming from his ear...

"I'm very sad, Wormtail. Old Black is very sad. A good friend betrayed his friendship. Old Black is very sad..." Black gently stroked Peter's hair with his hands.

Black's movements were very light, but Peter Pettigrew became more and more stiff. Peter wanted to say something, but his whole body was trembling, his teeth creaked and trembled in fear, and he couldn't control himself at all.

Peter Pettigrew looked at Black pleadingly tremblingly, and he suddenly felt that the person in front of him was not the Black he was familiar with at all.

"I'd rather face Voldemort than face the current Black..." Peter Pettigrew wailed in his heart.

"Dear Wormtail, are you willing to do what you can for poor old Black who was betrayed by an old friend?" Black said softly and slowly.

Peter Pettigrew nodded his head like a pest, now he can even betray his own mother in order to survive.

Blake smiled with satisfaction, but his eyes were cold. He grabbed Peter's hand suddenly and forcefully.

Pettigrew Peter's miserable howl came from the hall of the Chamber of Secrets.