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Watching Malfoy and Zabini enter the castle, Sylvia didn't intend to go in again, turned her head and went out, but was stopped by Camille, "Since you have already followed Malfoy and the others to the castle, don't Let’s go back, it’s not long before night.”

"Why are we staying here? It will be a whole day before Blake breaks into the school and they catch Peter running to the screaming shack. What if we are found at school now?" After finishing speaking, Sylvia suddenly thought of something , and glared at Camille, "You won't tell me, you just don't want to go back to bed, huh?"

"Eh...uh..." Camille looked aside and hesitated for a while, as if he had thought of a reason temporarily, and turned back to stare at Sylvia with a look of confidence, "No! You don't wonder if Lupine is How did you bring Black around the castle? There are so many students in the school and professors walking around the castle, but no one saw Black!"

Although they looked righteous and confident, after they stared at each other silently for five seconds, Camille's puffed up chest quietly suppressed, and his eyes also sneaked away.

"Lupine will take Black around tomorrow..." Seeing Camille's small appearance, Sylvia couldn't help but want to hit her.

"..." Camille froze, and found that the persuasion seemed to be ineffective. She turned around silently, pulling her head and planning to walk back.

"Okay, okay, I didn't have to drive you back to rest, but why don't you want to go back so much? Isn't it good to go for a walk in the town, eat and drink?" Just hit her a little bit and tease her Yes, Sylvia was not willing to see Camille really showing a pitiful and lifeless look.

"It's not all about you!" Unexpectedly, Camille turned around and gave Sylvia a sad glance, "They are all lying on the same bed, no kisses or hugs...staying in the room is boring*shielded keywords *!"

Sylvia really didn't know whether to feel ashamed or to slap Camille's head, what was going on in this person's head every day!

"You were seriously injured a few hours ago. You almost died. You don't need to hug me. The bones and wounds are still not healed. What will happen when they crack again..." Sylvia said disgustedly. Or lead the way to the castle.

Seeing that Sylvia gave in, Camille quickly turned around and ran to her side, and suddenly said: "There are only 9 months left!"

"Ah? What nine months?" Sylvia was at a loss.

"Your birthday!"

"When did you get so hot about my birthday..." Sylvia paused before she finished speaking, her fair face flushed.

"16th birthday, nine months left!"

"Shut up and go!"

"Where are we going? I don't quite remember where I was at this time, maybe in the library or an empty classroom on the fifth floor."

"I have already started repairing the magic pattern at this time, and I will stay in the auditorium. It is safer for us to go to the Response Room on the eighth floor."

"The Response Room! Then we can..."

"Don't think about it, you still have to drink a potion of magic recovery potion, and you can boil it out by tomorrow time."

"Hey!!! The medicinal materials should be sent by Alger, and it would be better to just let him send the finished product! We still have time..."

"If you say one more word, nine months will become ten months! I remember that your birthday is one month later than mine, hehe, why don't we have ten months?"

Camille shut her mouth quickly, pushed Sylvia's back with her still moving left hand and walked quickly forward with a serious face.

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Lupine kept the familiar map tightly in his hand, and every corner of the castle was so familiar, but now a name appeared on it-Sirius Black.

The ink with that name was slightly smudged. Lupine still remembers that when they, James, Sirius, Peter and him, got together to make this map more than ten years ago, Sirius thought they were the producers. They should use a special ink to show their identity, so for the first time in their life, they found materials and made a box of dark red ink—the quality is extremely poor, even though the parchment they use is the top-notch one , It actually smudges a little when written on it. Of course, in the end, in order to protect the face of good friends, the names of the few of them on this map still use the ink prepared by Sirius.

Originally, when he got this map again and saw the name written in that poor-quality ink emerge, he should have had a kind of happy nostalgia, but now...except for occasionally lowering his head to confirm that Black is still hiding in that position, Lupine doesn’t care at all. Dare to look at that name again.

Memories, sometimes bring pain, like a barb, tearing up a piece of blood.

He will listen to his explanation, whether it is absurd or helpless, he will hear the reason for his betrayal from his own mouth.

Ever since the news of the two friends' deaths came, Lupine felt like a part of him died too, and when he heard that it was Sirius who betrayed James and Lily, he actually killed *blocked keywords* Peter...Lupine Ping has little impression of how he spent these 12 years. He just lives in a daze every day. He refuses some help from Headmaster Dumbledore, occasionally does odd jobs, and maintains a 'alive' state, like a walking corpse. corpse.

Then he saw and heard the news of Black's escape, and a tiny part seemed to come to life--come to life with rage.

Immediately afterwards, Principal Dumbledore proposed to him to teach at the school. Lupine still remembered the afternoon when Principal Dumbledore came to him. , It might be pity or anger, he couldn't tell, but the headmaster's words stung him severely.

"Go and see Harry, Remus." With a sigh, Dumbledore said, "The child is not wrong after all, go and see James' child."

Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore can always read people's hearts so easily - he is resenting James.

Lupine knew it was a very sad thing to be angry with a dead friend, but he couldn't stop wondering why James hadn't chosen him to be the secret keeper of the house...

Of course he knew that James and Lily's child was still alive, but he just couldn't make up his mind to meet the child.

What is he going to tell that kid?Your parents got murdered by their best friend *blocked keyword*?I'm one of your parents' best friends too, but I can't save them?And I'm still a werewolf? ...those were excuses, his ridiculous and hateful excuses for blaming James.Lupine has always been unable to understand James' decision to choose Black as the secret keeper, although they do play better, but is he not loyal enough?He can't stop thinking about...

Pushing open the door and entering, it was a very common abandoned classroom in Hogwarts castle, useless desks and chairs were pushed together, the air was full of dust and musty smell.

"Come out, I know you're here." Lupine closed the classroom door behind him, carefully folded the Marauder's Map and put it in his robe pocket, holding his wand in his hand, looking into the dark classroom where only the moonlight came in from the window Go, "Blake."

After a slight noise, a figure slowly came out from behind the stacked tables and chairs. The moonlight shone on his face. It was Sirius Black, but not...

In Lupine's memory, there was always a cynical smile on Sirius' handsome face, his head was held high, and the dark eyes were full of vitality, but the man in front of him, with his back bent and his whole body There were all kinds of dirt on the top and bottom, and the long hair that hadn't been trimmed for a long time was also knotted in strands because it hadn't been washed for a long time. What's more, there was no pride in his eyes anymore. The bottomless abyss is filled with madness and anger.

"Why?" Lupine found that all the pain he had suffered along the way seemed to disappear in an instant, and he heard himself ask calmly in a soft voice, raising his hand and pointing his wand straight at Black.

"Peter...I'm here, to find Peter..." Blake replied hoarsely, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was dry and unfamiliar.

"Peter? What are you talking about? Haven't you..."

"James changed the secret agent...it's Peter, it's him! I saw him! I'm going to catch him!" Blake suddenly yelled loudly, with an expression of ecstasy.

"Stop there! Blake!" Lupine yelled, the tip of his wand even glowed a little white warningly. "What are you talking about, Peter?"

Black suddenly fell silent again, showing jagged yellow teeth with a sly smile, and his lowered voice was almost like a whisper, "He's in school... just wait for one night, Moonface, we'll just wait for one night, tomorrow we will Go get him, he'll pay...James will be happy..."

Even though Black's condition looked very bad, Lupine heard something from his crazy words, James temporarily changed the secret keeper? !

"You mean that James changed the secret keeper? You changed to Peter?! And he didn't tell me at all?!" Lupine was really angry now.

"It was my idea..." The smile on Black's dirty face disappeared, and his eyes became dull again, "I killed James and Lily, it was me... I asked James to replace... it's me..."

It's uncomfortable to be kept in the dark for so long, but that's not the priority at the moment. Lupine asked anxiously, "Peter, where do you think Peter is? I have a map in my hand, but I didn't see him!"

"He's in Gryffindor Tower, that Weasley boy, he has a pet mouse..." As Lupine asked, Black's dark eyes burst into a heart-pounding light again, "I turned into gray Remember Wormtail, that mouse..."

"Professors outside are patrolling everywhere now. You just stay there, just for one night. I believe you will stay there for one night. Tomorrow morning, when the students have all gone out to class, we will know whether what you said is true." Lu The wand in Ping's hand was still pointing at Black, without lowering his vigilance, he took out the Marauder's Map from his pocket and spread it out on a table with a corner missing.

He used to be of no help, let his buddy die, and watch his other two buddies fight each other, and now he has a chance, and either Black is telling the truth, and he's going to catch Wormtail Well, it doesn't matter if Blake lies, he can still afford to wait for just one night.