Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

This question is a good one. Blake is asking in exchange for bounty or reputation, but secretly he is asking about Sur's family background.

Sure enough, it is true that the Animagus will affect thinking after being changed for a long time. Look at Blake, he was barking like a dog just now, but as soon as he turned back into a human, his IQ went up.

"Heh." Su Er chuckled.

"I have no intention of handing you over to the Aurors."

Under Blake's doubtful gaze, Soul took out a crystal ball from his pocket, put it aside, and then took out his wand to cancel the spell on Blake, but his arms and legs were still tied tightly.

After all, Suer was afraid that if Blake didn't pay attention, he would turn into a dog and bite him. There was no cure for rabies in this era.

There is no guarantee that Black will not cast spells without a wand or snatch his own wand away. This is all due to Professor Snape's education.

There were several times when Professor Snape had been trained without even using his wand and it was very rewarding.

"Let's talk, Mr. Padfoot." Soul conjured a chair and sat down.

After removing most of the ropes, Blake grinned and twisted his body to make himself more comfortable, but his tied hands and feet were still unable to move.

"Can you..." He looked at the ropes on his hands and feet with a wry smile.

"No." Suer refused without mercy.

Blake tried to struggle a few more times, but still couldn't break free, so he gave up.

After a while, he asked in a hoarse voice.

"How did you know I was here?"

"The Marauder's Map, Mr. Padfoot, who just came here from Hogwarts, shouldn't be unfamiliar with it, right?"

Blake nodded suddenly. No wonder Soul kept calling him Padfoot just now. This was a title that only belonged to them.

The curse only covered Soul's facial features, but did not actually remove them, so he could see the changes in Blake's expression without any hindrance.

Blake gritted his teeth for a while, and was full of nostalgia for a while. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice,

"How do you know me? You didn't come here to capture me to the Aurors, then..."

"That's a good question, Mr. Padfoot." Soul snapped his fingers, "Professor Dumbledore asked me to come."

Soul brought Dumbledore out without any qualms and took the blame. It was impossible for Black to ask Dumbledore anyway.

"Dumbledore?" Black murmured, with a hint of gloom on his face.

"I'm afraid he really wants to send me back to Azkaban, right?"

"On the contrary, Mr. Padfoot." Soul chuckled, "You don't think that Pettigrew's ridiculous tricks can be hidden from everyone, do you?"

"During the dinner not long ago, do you think you could have left Hogwarts if Dumbledore hadn't raised his hand? The Room of Requirement is no secret to Professor Dumbledore."

Blake suddenly raised his head, a blush on his face, and his eyes regained their vitality.

"You mean...Dumbledore taught him..." At this point, Black swallowed hard, "He knew that I was wrongly accused?"

"No, Mr. Padfoot." Soul shook his head. "You are never innocent until Peter Pettigrew is caught."

"I know where he is, I know! He's right there..." Blake immediately struggled to raise his head, his voice a little sharper.

"Shh! Be quiet, Mr. Padfoot. If I can find you, I will naturally find Mr. Pedro." Suer said calmly and continued to pull the tiger's skin.

"Dumbledore has made all preparations."

"Great..." Black relaxed suddenly. He believed in Soul's words, "If it is Dumbledore himself...in person...then James and Lily..."

As he spoke, a stream of tears fell from the corners of Blake's eyes.

"Originally I wasn't planning on coming to find you." Suer snorted coldly. He didn't want to see a middle-aged man peeing in front of him.

Blake's voice paused, a little confused.

"You must have remembered your identity, right? A fugitive from Azkaban. Dementors are everywhere in Hogwarts Castle. You should know how sensitive those guys are to criminals."

"Ah..." Blake lowered his head in shame and pursed his lips, "I know, I know..."

"You know shit!" Suer suddenly cursed angrily, leaving Blake stunned.

"A dementor almost gave Harry a kiss. If Dumbledore hadn't controlled the situation in time, you might have only seen a soulless walking corpse."

"Harry? Is he okay? I just want to take a look at him from a distance..." Black asked urgently.

Soul sneered, ignoring the strong shame on Blake's face, and continued,

"Harry? You only know Harry?"

"At that time, hundreds of dementors broke into the Quidditch field, and many students were almost harmed because of you."

Blake stayed for a while and then lowered his head.

"Yes... sorry."

"Just saying sorry is useless." Su Er's voice suddenly calmed down, and the hoarse voice that had been transformed by the magic spell had an inexplicable meaning.

"I...what can I do, as long as...as long as..."

"Oh, I'm glad to hear you're still a little ashamed."

Soul stood up. He had been preparing for this last moment for so long. Harry had Dumbledore's personal escort as a nanny to pave the way. What could he do to himself?

I just let out a bad breath for the sake of my teacher and my lover.

Blake looked up at Soul, with some doubts in his eyes, and then a look of horror. This strange wizard used the transformation technique to conjure a stick, no, a dozen sticks.

Sur's hoarse voice sounded like the villain in a heroic story in the quiet screaming shack.

He waved his wand and directed a dozen wooden sticks to approach Blake, who was lying on the ground unable to move.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt too much, Mr. Padfoot, I just want--"

"I just beat you up."

Here comes the little flying stick.jpg

A crackling sound mixed with a little grunt of pain resounded in the Shrieking Shack. It was just a beating. Soul, who had been beaten so many times by Snape, certainly knew the propriety of his men.

After being beaten for a long time, when I hit someone, I naturally know what to do to make the person hurt but not hurt.

Black only became a little bruised and swollen. These were all skin injuries. According to the wizard's constitution, they would heal on their own in two or three days.

Blake lay on the ground with his eyes closed, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Suer leaned over to pick up the crystal ball and took a closer look at it. Oh, it was perfect. The scene where the little flying stick beat Blake was recorded very clearly.

He put the photo ball into his satchel with satisfaction, raised his toes and tapped Black.

"Okay, stop pretending."

Blake squinted his eyes and took in the scene of Soul picking up the crystal ball. He hissed in pain and smiled bitterly.

"It's so cruel of you to start."

"Are you convinced? Mr. Padfoot."

Blake smiled bitterly and said nothing.

Suer let out a sigh of relief and felt refreshed from the inside out. He hummed softly and took out a bag of bread from the rest room from his satchel.

Conjure up a glass of water at your fingertips.

Place it next to Blake.

"We only have this food. Please stay here quietly during this period, Mr. Padfoot. You should know what will happen if you show up in the castle again."

"Harry was just lucky this time, but next time it won't be so easy."

"You must want to see Mr. Pedro's final fate, right? Live well, Mr. Padfoot."

After saying that, Suer turned around and followed the original path to leave. Just as he was about to disappear into the living room, Black's voice rang.

"wait wait wait..."

Su Er paused.

"Thank you."