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Chapter 494, Section 492: Injustice

“You are not allowed to do such dangerous things until you have cleared your name, wizard.”

Will did not back down.

"injustice?"

Sirius seemed to have heard some unfamiliar words.

“You know better than I do that the truth is different from what most people know, and my husband is always one of the few who always knows the truth.”

Will raised his angular, green face.

"What exactly... do you all know?"

Sirius Black pressed his ear against the wall, scrutinizing the diminutive butler, Pukchi, with utmost seriousness.

"What you know, and what you don't know—all of these are things my husband knows."

Will said slowly.

Sirius remained silent, his heart churning with turmoil.

From the moment his identity was exposed, he had been able to vaguely sense that the other party was unusual, and he had always had a vague guess.

But now everything seems to be heading in the right direction.

He appears in Animagus form, but who would know that he is an Animagus?
How should those who know about this—his friends and enemies—reveal it?
Now, that matter, the thing he kept hidden the deepest, the thing that almost no one knew, has also been revealed.

When the word "injustice" came up, he felt as if he were completely naked, experiencing a sudden sense of bewilderment and immense unease.

"How is that possible... How did you know..."

Sirius's voice is hoarse.

“Wizard, the magical power my husband possesses is beyond your imagination.”

Will said.

"impossible!"

Sirius seemed extremely frustrated; his voice was forced out of his throat.

"That's impossible! That rat couldn't have told you! And everyone else who knows about this..."

"died."

Will said seriously.

How could you—

Sirius was bewildered.

"Read more newspapers, wizard."

Will ignored his bewilderment and handed him a newspaper.

Next, Will looked at a book whose cover was covered in fog—"Dream Stories".

Sirius regained his senses after only a few seconds. He looked at the shy face on the newspaper, then at the golden headline: Dreams and Gods, and suddenly something occurred to him.

A conjecture he had just confirmed, but didn't know how to put into words, emerged from an angle he couldn't have imagined.

"Can I meet your husband...?"

Sirius said hoarsely

"Mr. Pukchi?"

Will seemed to be deep in thought:

“Wizard, you’re a bold fellow. I’ll relay your message.”

Then, room number 10 fell silent.

All that remained was the sound of Sirius rapidly turning the pages of books and newspapers.

Meanwhile, in room 11.

Sheen was getting up to leave.

"Sheen, what you said..."

Harry followed behind. "Yes, Harry, he won't hurt you, but you still need to be careful."

After speaking earnestly, Sheen closed the door.

The Leaky Cauldron bar was quiet, with only the occasional gurgling sound from patrons sleeping on the tables.

Sheen stepped onto the soft cushions and watched as the door to room number 10 opened naturally. He let out a soft sigh and stepped inside.

"Mr. Black."

Sheen said.

“Mr. Green…”

Sirius hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time, and his voice sounded strange and hoarse.

Are you an Animagus?

Sirius hid the newspapers behind his back, his trembling wrists revealing his turmoil.

In Sirius's unwavering gaze, he saw the wizard before him slowly nod.

"Ah... the unrecorded Animagus..."

Sirius seemed somewhat nostalgic, then, as if remembering something, his face twisted with hatred. Finally, when he looked at Sheen, his face showed only deep respect.

"You'd better keep this a secret, wizard."

Will warned.

"secret?"

Sirius laughed.

"What secrets do wizards of the magical world have before you? Unless they don't dream, and they don't die..."

Sirius suddenly sprang up and pressed himself tightly against Sheen.

“You…you, we’ve read that book before, and we both thought it was just a mythical magic that only existed in legends…”

But if that's true... no, it can only be true. You, you, you... do they hate me? I destroyed everything. It was me. I destroyed everything. I'm a sinner. I should be imprisoned in Azkaban. That's the price I deserve...

But do they...do they hate me?

Sheen remained silent. He didn't speak, but simply gestured with his hand to pour three steaming cups of pumpkin juice from the kettle.

Sirius belatedly realized that he had become too emotional, and he quickly sat down, his emaciated body almost sinking into the chair.

Will those who love us truly leave us? Or will we think of them more deeply when we encounter difficulties?
Will those who love us and those we love truly hate us? Or do they live on in our hearts, becoming a part of us, while we hate ourselves?

Sheen spoke softly and slowly, directing the pumpkin juice to float onto Sirius's hand.

Sirius glanced at Sheehan in a daze. As the warmth of the pumpkin juice flowed into his throat, countless past images flooded his mind uncontrollably.

The lights in Diagon Alley were dim, except for the windows of the Leaky Cauldron, which still emitted a warm yellow glow.

Sirius had been standing there motionless for a long time, until the steaming pumpkin juice gradually cooled down, until a rooster crowed and woke up the day.

Sheen left early, but he did not return to Hogwarts immediately.

According to the plan, he has initially gained Sirius's trust. Next, after assisting Sirius in completing some not-too-difficult tasks, he will be able to easily enter the Black family mansion.

But we don't need that anymore...

Sheehan stared at a box placed far away, containing perhaps the most evil wizarding creation—Voldemort's Horcrux, Slytherin's locket.

As early as when Will first entered the Black family mansion, the butler Pucker cleverly found it and took it out.

……

During the few days that Sheehan was researching magical reshaping in Diagon Alley, he would see Sirius Black sneaking around on the terrace of the Leaky Cauldron, watching Harry sitting in the bright sunlight outside Florin Fosco Ice Cream Shop, finishing his papers.

The ice cream shop owner, Florin Fosco, would sometimes have enthusiastic discussions with Harry.

This wizard not only knew a lot about medieval witch burning, but also gave Harry a free ice cream every half hour.

At times like these, the haggard and gloomy man would almost crush the railings on the terrace.

To prevent him from jumping directly off the terrace, Will kept a close eye on him, not daring to relax for even a moment.

(End of this chapter)