[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

"You must be kidding me!" Sirius' roar could be heard upstairs and downstairs: "Where did I provoke you? Could it be because I said bad things about you behind your back? No, I never said that behind your back Your bad words!"

"You're just too nervous, Sirius," Moody said quietly, still holding in one hand his cup of evil, filled with the evil potion.

"I'm nervous? Yes, a one-eyed old monster wants me to change the sex I've had for 17 years, and I'm choking on fear!" Sirius mocked meanly: "Can't you fuck? Turn into that damn woman , sneak into the Ministry of Magic, stop Dumbledore, and get this damn thing done!"

"I can't." Moody said impatiently: "That's escorting Dumbledore, I have to be there, I can't ask him how to revive the Order of the Phoenix, how to deal with Voldemort in front of the minister and a bunch of Voldemort's spy , how to eliminate black magic."

"Then this woman is fine?" Sirius roared unconvinced.

"Of course she can, she's a reporter! I convinced the idiot in charge who guarded Dumbledore, he was eager to claim credit, eager to see the newspapers full of praise for him. So he promised to leave a chance that the reporter and Dumbledore would be alone , interviewing his criminal history, and recording some bad things in nonsense. Those Death Eaters are also very happy. Dumbledore has always existed as a white wizard with the same reputation as Voldemort. They will not let go of mocking Dumbledore. Any chance," Moody grumbled, and forced the potion into Sirius' hands: "Drink it now, Black."

"I hope their way of mocking doesn't include making this woman suddenly take off her clothes and stand in front of Dumbledore." Sirius took the potion with a twisted face in disgust: "If that's the case, I'll drag out the quill and stab myself on the spot .”

"Honestly, I'm looking forward to seeing this scene." Moody responded without sympathy: "It's a pity that those Death Eaters

Thoughts are not as dirty as you, a member of the Order of the Phoenix. "

Sirius couldn't believe he actually listened to Moody, he didn't want to remember how he drank Polyjuice Potion, and he didn't want to look in the mirror to see how he looked now, for the first time in weeks he was happy James Still in a coma, otherwise Sirius could only choose to grab James by the neck and forcefully pour the medicine down his throat, or simply commit suicide by jumping off the building.

"Don't always fix your corset, Blake, no woman does that in public," Moody snapped.

"Shut up! You haven't even worn this thing, so how do you know how tight it is?" Sirius reluctantly put down his hand and glared at him: "You remember that I'm not a woman? Right? You remember Bar?"

"Just because of your grumpy and complaining appearance now, just like my aunt who has been dead for many years, I am deeply suspicious." Moody said disdainfully.

Sirius gritted his teeth viciously.Moody is definitely the worst sex partner. Since it can't be James, why isn't Remus, Frank or Lily in front of him?

"Remember, your name is Rita Skeeter. An obscure young reporter for the Daily Prophet who is free to speak nonsense." Moody said, "And keep a smile on your face. "

Sirius snorted to acknowledge receipt, and then showed a smile ten times uglier than Rita's appearance itself, and then quickly collapsed and hummed: "You know, as long as I have enough time, I can go to the fan Catch her, and then coax her into willingly handing over this reporter mission after fascinating her."

"Isn't it? It seems that your face is so self-confident." Moody took the lead and walked in front, making a look of not rolling his eyes with difficulty.

Sirius once again confirmed one thing, Moody exists only to torture him and has no other purpose.

"Good morning, Miss Rita."

Sirius showed a fake smile, and by the way, he was chilled by this title. He and Moody did not enter the Ministry of Magic at the same time. Moody and his colleagues brought Dumbledore out. After the interview, they waited for Dumbledore's possibility All that's left is dark Azkaban full of dementors—hey, how dare they spare a trial!

Beyond the haphazard formalities, the press pass checks, the death eaters' orders, the lousy quills, the strange revulsion he felt when passing a room called the Department of Mysteries... Before the interview, Moody managed to take his Colleagues... When Sirius actually confronted Headmaster Dumbledore alone, it was hard to say which of them was in a more miserable situation.

"Hey, Headmaster." Sirius greeted as casually as he could, scribbling nonsense with the quill on the parchment, and he ignored it.

"Reporter?" Principal Dumbledore's blue eyes showed some confusion, but soon became sharp: "You are not."

"I'm Sirius," said Sirius. "Although in the present situation, I would like to call myself Remus Lupine, Fran

Clone Barton, or I'm the Moody, and the Moody out there is the real Sirius.But you probably won't believe it, I'd better put my face down and tell the truth. "

A smile flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, he didn't look changed at all, he didn't look haggard or uneasy, and he looked pretty good, Sirius was slightly relieved, and heard him say: "I guess, Order of the Phoenix Bad prospects?"

"It's gone. Principal." Sirius said: "You are not here, and none of us trusts anyone. I must take the risk of coming and ask you for help."

"Knowing that I was involved with the first Dark Lord?" said Dumbledore, but not defiantly or suspiciously, and if Sirius had really dared to think, he would have thought Dumbledore's voice was nothing but sadness.

"Except for you, I can't find a more powerful wizard to ask these things. Maybe for us now, strength is more important." Sirius replied: "I don't think...no matter what happened to you, you and Greenwald cut it in two, didn't he?"

Dumbledore frowned slightly, and quickly stretched it out. He crossed his fingers and placed them in front of the table: "So, what do you want to ask?"

Sirius briefly talked about meeting Voldemort, what happened to James, and what happened to the portrait, and finally said: "I just want to know your opinion."

"My involvement in black magic is not as deep as they say, and I haven't grown much because I was with Grindelwald... I guess I belong to the category without talent." Dumbledore said quietly: "I admit that I can't keep up with Voldemort's pace now. I need time to check what he is studying, but Voldemort didn't give me this time." He fell into deep thought.

Sirius didn't know why he didn't want to meet Dumbledore's eyes, he turned his head to look at the feather fluttering on the table

I saw the words written on the parchment: Facing all the evidence-proven charges, Dumbledore blushed and roared heart-piercingly...

Silently Sirius turned away, deciding that he had just been blind and hadn't seen anything.

"So," he was suddenly frustrated, "we got nothing?"

"Not necessarily." Dumbledore was interrupted from thinking, but without urgency, he said happily: "When I knew that there would be a reporter coming to interview me, I thought it was a good opportunity, although I didn't expect it to be you... ...but just so you can see my attitude in person, in this moment of danger, I never intend to be caught without a fight."

He smiled and winked at Sirius: "You gave me new clues. Thank you, Sirius. Although you used this image, I am still very happy to see you. Next, I hope you can protect Well yourselves..."

"Principal?" Sirius grabbed the table anxiously and said angrily, "You mean we can't do anything?"

"Protect yourself and your friends, you are very important." Dumbledore smiled resolutely: "No matter what you know, don't take the initiative to put you in danger."

"headmaster!"

"Reporter, get down." Dumbledore stood up and shouted in a deep voice. He opened his arms, and a strong wind of magic filled his robe. With the strong wind, a silver halo spread across the room with him as the center, and then the whole The room, including the floor, was shaking, and the entire room was covered in dust.Sirius lay on the ground and coughed non-stop. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the four walls of the interrogation room were almost torn apart. Before the Aurors outside the door could rush in, they fell down in pieces under the powerful magic.The silver light blinded Sirius, he buried his head deeply, his nostrils filled with dust, he felt someone grab his shoulders, he wasn't sure if it was Dumbledore, but he was sure soon The answer, because this person disappeared in the Ministry of Magic with him.

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