[HP] Dark Godfather

Due to Black's involvement, the story changed slightly in Harry's third year of enrollment. Professor Lupine did not take the Hogwarts special train, but came to Hogwarts to report early through the fireplace.

Under Sirius' tireless coaxing and nagging, Remus Lupine was "forced" to become a partner of the new "Extreme Speed" express sales company invested by the Black family.

Remus Lupine is responsible for the planning and screening of the Defense Against the Dark Arts and magical creatures part of the product-in fact, it is to further develop the products of the pranksters in their school days.

At the same time, the Weasley brothers and their father, Mr. Weasley, also received three seats in Black's new company.

Considering that they all have their own formal jobs, Black gave them the position of "consultant" with a wave of his hand, and allocated "research fees" and one month's salary to them in advance.

Therefore, in Harry's third year, when the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts made a fresh appearance on the professor's bench, Professor Lupine, who would have appeared in ragged clothes, had effectively reflected his original gentle temperament.

Headmaster Dumbledore was very pleased to see the radiant look of the downcast students in the past. He just received a letter from Sirius Black from Lupine. Sirius gave Dumbledore a key to Gringotts, The reason is to "compensate" the losses caused to the school by the robbers during their school days, and the tone "sincerely" implies that Headmaster Dumbledore is considerate of Harry's troublesome physique——

【... After all, he is James' son, and he has a godfather like me. You can't expect that child to be as honest as a girl. I think that after the depressing life of the Dursley family, some mischief may relieve poor Ha The shadow of Harry's childhood, so I implore you to give me the same tolerance as James and I in the past for the troubles that Harry 'may' cause in the future.Greatful!

PS: I know that Dean Snape has a lot of prejudice against Harry and is very greedy for Gryffindor gems. I don't want all the responsibility for these gems to disappear to fall on my godson.

Another PS: I will owl over the potion ingredients needed for Remus' furry little problem in the near future, if you can get Dean Snape to have more "business", he won't have time to trouble Harry up!

Yours truly, Sirius Black]

Principal Dumbledore did not refuse Sirius' "compensation", but solemnly accepted the key with Remus's smile, and he said kindly, "Tell Sirius for me, I am considering this form of 'compensation' Incorporated into the scope of future student labor services, Hogwarts troublemakers may have to bear debts for their naughtiness in the future, and Sirius, as the first advocate of this wonderful proposal, will be recorded in Hogwarts alumni leave a glorious record."

Remus held back his smile and nodded, "Okay, Principal Dumbledore, I will pass on your kindness to Sirius intact. I believe that many people at Hogwarts will remember him in the future, Especially the Weasley twins."

Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes. "Sirius was such a memorable man, wasn't he, Remus?"

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Little did he know he was about to be "betrayed" by Dumbledore, Sirius Black was now sorting out his collection.

Somewhere in Black Castle, a black tapestry winds down from the tall and cold wall, on which a huge tree-shaped vine spreads out countless tiny leaves and flower buds. The red border, the name of "Sirius Black" is impressive, and the leaves of the vines associated with it have names in red letters, and some flower buds are ready to bloom, and a green light appears faintly at the stamens.

"Muggle souls are easy to collect, and magical creatures are easy to deceive, but wizards are not so easy." Black sighed and looked at the rare flower buds set off by many leaves. The Tom Riddle flower buds on a branch were obviously missing petals. Several other buds loomed near Sirius' buds.

"One pure soul is worth ten fallen souls, and one pure wizard soul is worth a hundred fallen souls." Counting the collection, Blake touched his chin and sighed, "Hogwarts, how sweet Cake, so many innocent children's souls, it's a pity that we can't touch it now."

He shook his head regretfully, and then turned his head to look at Tom Riddle's flower bud carefully, "Voldemort, who has the right to control the Dark Mark, can barely refill the souls of the Death Eaters under his control, but the main soul is brainless, and the soul piece is weak. , getting too close will attract the attention of the white wizard, and we can't act too hastily now..."

"The current industry in the wizarding world can only establish ordinary employment relationships, and the contract has to be screened. Trouble!" Black looked for the targets one by one, scratching his head depressingly.

"Oh, it seems that the task is too simple..." Black waved his hand to make the tapestry disappear into the wall, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"What should we do next?" Blake rubbed his chin and looked at the ceiling.

After thinking for a while, Black took out a dice, threw it high, and watched it fall on a blank parchment in front of him. When the dice stopped, Black carefully looked at the place where the dice was, black Cursive writing slowly appeared.

"Ministry of Magic?" Black curled his lips, "Politicians and prostitutes, the former sells their souls, the latter sells their bodies, the choice of the devil through the ages, boring!"

Toss the dice again...

"League of Assassins?" Black rolled his eyes, "Please, Lord Demon, I wear HP, the promising job of assassin is not suitable for my old arms and legs!"

dice again...

"The Dark Council?" Black was silent for a while, "A contact of the third kind, but if possible, I want to communicate with humans as much as possible..."

The dice kept being thrown, and Black kept picking:

"The Twin Towers? The Lord of the Rings? Why don't you let me jump into a volcano? I don't know any spells from ancient times..."

"Umbrella Company? Resident Evil? It's a desert of souls, and there are not many living people..."

"City of the Dead? Interesting, can you give a task to a living person? I don't want to see you so early..."

"Ashoka City? Do you have a deep friendship with the Eastern gods? Do I have diplomatic immunity when I go there?"

"..."

Blake, who had a great time playing, threw the dice high again happily, and the dice suddenly stopped in the air.

Blake gave a "click" in his heart, "Oh no, I overplayed it!"

Sure enough, the dice stopped in the air suddenly burst into thunderstorms, and all kinds of dice rained down, crackling and beating on Black, who was running away with his head in his arms, until he was driven out of Black Castle.

"A boss who has no sense of humor..." Black muttered as he strolled on the grass outside the castle, "Proper relaxation is good for physical and mental health..."

"Master Black!" A sharp coquettish voice came, and the hairs on Black's neck stood up in shock. When he looked back, Hai Erbo's huge body was twisting and twisting behind him.

"You are crazy, you are not afraid of being seen!" Blake was shocked.

"I checked just now, and there is no one!" Haierbo lowered his head, and the snake letter hovered around Black's face, "Lord Devil Luthor just asked me to send you a message...".

"What, what...a message?" Blake stared at the basilisk's faltering snake letter stiffly.

"Numengard!"