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Chapter 487, Section 485: Who exactly are you?
The short thing howled angrily, and the arrow was shot out in the darkness, eventually piercing through three giant trees before hitting the ground.

Sirius had no doubt that if he didn't show some respect, the arrow would fall on him.

After all, the short thing drew its bow again.

"you……"

He was speechless for a moment, and said helplessly,

"How did you find me? Nobody knows I'm an Animagus."

Is the seawater in Azkaban cold?

The little wizard looked at him, his green eyes seemingly possessing the power to see into people's hearts.

"Ha... what do you think that place is, little wizard?"

Ah… not only was it cold, but yesterday was also a stormy night with huge waves. I almost died there, but I made it back alive.”

Sirius said this with a self-deprecating tone.

The little wizard didn't say anything.

After a while, he said:
Do you have a place to stay?

"What did you say?"

Sirius is going crazy from all the torment.

This guy is more like one of those charlatans who teach prophecy at Hogwarts.

What he said was completely incomprehensible.

Do you have a place to stay?

Sheen repeated it.

"Where can a black dog live, by the roadside or at the end of an alley?"

Sirius grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

The atmosphere fell silent again, but Sirius couldn't help asking again:

"How did you know my identity? If you were going to report this to the Ministry of Magic, you could arrest me right now."

Then you can collect the reward from them; it will be a substantial sum...

If you are unwilling to do so—”

Sirius squinted.

“I will pay you a much greater reward, all the wealth of the Black family.”

Just then, Sirius heard the short creature beside him laugh.

Butler Pukchi laughed so hard he almost fell over, his hand holding the arrow trembling.

"why are you laughing?"

Sirius's face turned red.

"Hmph, why should I tell you?"

Butler Pukchi looked at him with a fierce expression.

"I can't take it anymore! Either take me away or let me leave, what are you going to do?!"

Sirius roared.

"As you wish. Will, take Mr. Black to number 12 Grimmauld Place."

To his complete surprise, the young wizard in front of him actually nodded.

He couldn't believe it until the short thing reluctantly pulled him back.

"who are you?"

he asks.

“I am Sheehan Green.”

The little wizard said.

……

12 Grimmauld Place.

Sirius stared blankly at the building and the short creature beside him.

"Your husband, oh, your husband must be a very remarkable person, right?"

Sirius had now figured out the little creature's temperament and was trying to get some information out of it.

Why should I tell you?

The short guy glanced at Sirius, then placed a jingling bag in his hand—a large bag of Galleons.
“My husband instructed me to keep an eye on you, and if you need help, well—I will help.”

"What do you mean?"

Sirius couldn't understand it at all.

"stupid."

The short thing let out a mocking sound.

“You…” Sirius was speechless for a moment.

The dwarf seemed to know him quite well—they didn't immediately return to Black's old house; the Aurors certainly wouldn't let this place go.

He simply went in with Sirius to retrieve some items, and then Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron.

And so, it settled down with Sirius, who had turned into a black dog.

Sirius Black had never encountered anything so strange before—a short creature, and its owner knew him so well.

But he knew almost nothing about them.

Aside from knowing that the little wizard was named Sheehan Green... he didn't even know what kind of creature the short thing in front of him was!
Merlin, is there anything stranger than this?
“Your husband must be an amazing wizard, otherwise you wouldn’t have followed him, would you?”
I think he might even have the ability to foresee the future, otherwise how could you have captured me so easily?

"What's your name? I want to remember it. Ah, the name of the fairy who did great things."

Sirius knew all too well how to flatter someone like this, and although he wasn't particularly good at it, he still managed to make Will blush.

"Now you can praise him, wizard, I like to hear it."

But once you're in the room, you're not allowed to speak.

My husband instructed me that you still have things to finish and cannot be caught at this time.

Will said, pressing down on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you know what I'm going to do?"

Sirius was stunned once again.

"Ha...Are you underestimating Mr. Green?"

He will be greater than the greatest wizard you've ever known!

Will snorted.

"But how come I remember that the greatest wizard of this century is still Dumbledore?"

Sirius said.

“You’re so ignorant. Go buy some newspapers, wizard.”

Will didn't look at him or pay attention to what he said.

Sirius followed it downstairs to buy a newspaper... He had never encountered anything so bizarre before.

But he always knew one thing: he was being helped, by a very special wizard.

At the same time, No. 4, Privet Road.

Perhaps it was a telepathic connection, but Harry said the same thing as Sirius:
"I'm leaving,"

Harry said,
"I'm done."

Then he left the room without looking back.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived on the dark, quiet street outside, dragging a heavy suitcase behind him and carrying Hedwig's birdcage under his arm.

He saw Sheen waiting for him under the streetlight, and Harry no longer felt lonely or sad.

Where are we going?

Harry asked with excitement.

"The Leaky Cauldron, remember? They offered accommodation there."

Sheen answered with a smile.

How do we get across?

Harry felt as free as a bird soaring freely in the sky.

"You'll find out soon enough. By the way, this is from your aunt."

Sheen beckoned with his finger, and a small box of cakes was placed in Harry's hands.

There was also a greeting card, a note, and a box on top.

Harry stood frozen in place, and then with a deafening bang, a blinding light suddenly shone through. Harry quickly shielded his eyes with his hands...

A second later, with a creak, a pair of huge wheels and headlights came to a stop in front of the two.

Harry looked up and saw that the wheels and lights belonged to a bright purple three-story bus.

It seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, with the words "Knight Bus" written in gold letters on its windshield.

For a moment, Harry thought he was confused.

Then, a ticket seller in a purple uniform jumped off the bus and started speaking loudly into the darkness.

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus—an emergency transport for wizards in distress."

Simply extend your wand hand, get in the car, and we can take you wherever you want to go.

My name is Stan Sampak, and tonight I'm your ticket seller—"

Before Harry could react, he heard Sheen speaking.

"Let's go."

Sheen took his hand.

(End of this chapter)