Harry Potter: I started checking in from Diagon Alley

Eric used his wand to lift the big black dog into the air, then brought it crashing down. After repeating this several times, Eric remained calm and smiled as he spoke.

This time, the big black dog finally behaved itself.

Of course, it could also be that they were tired.

Chapter 60 Want to get into Hogwarts? I can help you.

Sirius Black lay on the ground like a dead dog, panting heavily, only able to glance at Eric's feet out of the corner of his eye, too weak to even stand up straight.

He felt sore all over, and even the slightest movement caused excruciating pain in his joints.

He possessed the will to escape Azkaban and would certainly not easily yield to Eric.

So whenever Eric loosens his control over him, he will try to attack Eric.

Unfortunately, it was all useless.

Eric's spell was not only powerful, but also exceptionally accurate.

Sirius was very fast, but it seemed like Eric was locking onto him the whole time.

No matter from what angle or by what method he lunges at Eric, he will be struck by a spell and collapse to the ground.

Repelling spell, upside-down bell spell, slowing spell, obstacle spell...

In just over ten minutes, Sirius experienced all of these spells.

Sirius lay on the ground, panting heavily, his teeth almost grinding to powder.

Damn it, there's even a disarming spell.

He is currently unarmed, so the disarming spell has no effect on him.

However, he couldn't withstand the power generated by the curse.

Eric's spells were so powerful that a single disarming spell sent Sirius flying to the other side of the house, crashing heavily into the wall.

"Satisfied?" Eric chuckled, looking at Sirius lying on the ground like a dead dog. "Want to continue?"

Sirius lay on the ground, unresponsive.

I'm a dog, I don't understand what you're saying.

I know you can understand.

Eric's words startled Sirius.

He then realized that something was wrong with the whole process.

From the moment they met, Eric was clearly well-prepared, whether it was the binding spell he had set for Eric as a trap, or his composed demeanor.

All proved one thing.

Eric knew who he was!

At least Eric didn't treat him like a dog.

That's impossible. Only James, Lupin, and Peter know that he is an Animagus.

There's no way they could leak this information.

Sirius was filled with doubt and uncertainty. Eric didn't waste any words. He walked up to Sirius, pointed his wand at him, and said, "Exhaust all your strength."

The energy-draining spell is perfectly suited for this situation.

Eric's curse is not limited to any one part of Sirius's body, but rather to his entire body.

In an instant, Sirius felt his strength rapidly draining away.

He was extremely anxious.

I didn't expect Eric to be so cautious.

He can indeed conserve some energy for a final counterattack.

But under this curse, his power was like flowing water, constantly dissipating from his body.

What Sirius Black least wanted to see was that his black fur was gradually fading away.

Animagus is a type of magic that a wizard can perform without a wand, allowing them to transform themselves into animals.

However, not everyone can learn Animagus.

Because this spell requires an enormous amount of physical strength.

When physical strength is exhausted, the conditions for maintaining the transformation will also be lost.

After persisting for a while, Sirius discovered that he was gradually losing his Animagus form and was slowly transforming back into a human from a large black dog.

Despair gradually crept into Sirius's eyes; this was the worst-case scenario he could imagine.

It's late October now. His escape from Azkaban happened during the summer, and presumably everyone has already seen his picture.

Even himself.

He saw his own wanted poster quite often while walking the streets and alleys.

How could he not know that he had become a wanted criminal by the Ministry of Magic?

Even if Eric is an oddball, doesn't read newspapers, and doesn't recognize what he looks like.

Encountering an illegal Animagus is quite astonishing.

This kind of thing simply cannot be covered up!

Moreover, Eric came prepared.

He had no idea what Eric would do to him.

Although Sirius Black tried his best to control himself and maintain his black dog form, his condition was too bad, and he could only watch anxiously as his form gradually returned to normal.

First, the black fur on the hind legs shed, revealing the ankles that are human.

Then it moves to the waist, then the neck, the head...

Sirius Black, who appeared before Eric, was extremely thin, wearing an Azkaban prison uniform, with a sallow complexion, bloodshot eyes, and messy hair.

He looked like a Dementor with a human form, and was extremely terrifying.

Years of torment have significantly reduced his physical strength.

The damage inflicted on him by the Dementors could not be erased overnight.

They draw nourishment from the emotions of prisoners, which greatly influences Sirius's magic.

After losing most of his feelings of pleasure and happiness, Sirius discovered that he had lost some of his ability to cast spells.

For example, the Guardian Charm.

Now, whenever he thinks of happy things, he reflexively thinks of Dementors, and with them comes a fear etched deep in his soul.

Sirius lay on the ground, wanting to immediately transform back into his dog form, but could only feel a sharp pain originating from his chest, causing him to frown and grit his teeth to keep from making a sound.

He simply didn't have the strength to transform again.

That's it, he's just too tired.

Sirius Black closed his eyes in pain, a sharp pain shooting through his heart.

Hogwarts was right in front of him, yet he could never reach it.

He was at the mercy of others; even with his immense strength, he was now completely at their mercy.

"Want to get into Hogwarts? I can help you."

Seeing Sirius's miserable state, Eric was not surprised at all and said with a smile.

Sirius thought he had misheard.

It wasn't until Eric repeated himself that he suddenly realized what was happening, looked up, and stared at Eric in shock.

"Want to get into Hogwarts? I can help you."

Eric's seemingly harmless smile now appeared not amusing to Sirius, but rather increasingly terrifying.

"...Who are you?" Sirius asked, lying on the ground, enduring the pain.

“I’m just an ordinary student at Hogwarts. You can call me by my name, Eric.”

Chapter 61 Sirius's Wrath

Ordinary student?

Sirius's eye twitched.

I believe you, you Dementor.

If you're a regular student, then what am I?

House-elves who are completely defenseless?

Sirius was filled with questions.

Just when he was filled with doubt.

Eric pulled a ceramic jar from his pocket and threw it in front of Sirius.

Sirius picked it up with a puzzled look, opened it, and inside was a thick, pale green potion that emitted a distinctive smell of white saffron.

He was very familiar with this taste.

Invigorating agents.

It can temporarily restore a wizard's energy and also has pain-relieving effects.

When you're injured, everyone wants a bottle of this.

Sirius gave Eric a cold look, then without hesitation or asking any questions, tilted his head back and drank it down in one gulp.

Eric watched this scene with a smile and said, "That's impressive. No wonder he was able to escape from Azkaban."

Sirius wasn't surprised that Eric recognized him. He wiped his mouth and said, "If you wanted to kill me, I would have been dead already."

Those who survived the war years had a wealth of combat experience.