HP the red-haired savior

"Dear Mrs. Black, you really misunderstood me." He smiled, "I am not the savior of Gryffindor~"

After hearing this, Walburga became quiet: "What do you mean?"

Hisoka laughed "hohohohoho", took out his wand and played a trick, and threw a spell at Kreacher in the corner.The stern purple light is particularly strange in the dark and dark old house of Black, and Kreacher's wailing is even more creepy.

But obviously, none of the two present were frightened by the portrait.

"Hey, this is not from the Messianic Church~" Hisoka tilted his head slightly, and looked at Walburga in the portrait with a smile.

"Black magic!" Walburga looked a little surprised. Basically, everyone in the Black family is a master of black magic, and so is Walburga, so she quickly recognized this spell—more powerful than Cruciatus. The ancient black magic of a deeper level, "destroy the bone and cut the heart", few people know about it now, let alone... cast it.

Destroying the bone and cutting the heart, as the name suggests, destroys the bones of the cursed person inch by inch, causing the pain as if the heart has been cut open. I can feel the pain and torture day after day.

"Where did you see it?" Walburga was a little curious. It should be said that Walburga's attitude after learning that Hisoka was not a righteous little savior, but a "kind" of black magic Much better.

"In the Hogwarts library, in the first section." Hisoka said, with a sweet smile on his face, as if he was recalling his closest lover, "Speaking of which, I was really naive at the time ~"

Naive enough to think that this world is real...but fortunately it is false, this world is much more boring than his original world...

Speaking of which, thanks to that fake Xiao Yi~

"You are a very talented wizard with the potential to become a powerful dark wizard." Walburga looked at Hisoka meaningfully, "If you are willing to follow His Majesty the Great Dark Lord, you can definitely..."

"Dear Mrs. Black, it's too late for you to say that." Hisoka interrupted her and said, "If it's Voldemort, speaking of it, I was the one who revived him and regained his strength! And... ..." He paused, seeing the unconcealable astonishment on Walburga's face in the painting, his brows and eyes crooked with a smile. "Perhaps Mrs. Black doesn't know that Azkaban was destroyed a few months ago - all the Death Eaters have escaped from it--and dear Sirius, of course;" he said. What about it~"

The tone seemed to be that a child who had done a great "big thing" was boasting to his elders, hoping to be rewarded.

But the expression on his face was...somewhat indescribably strange.

Walburga felt that his mood was a little complicated.

Perhaps because she didn't want to talk to Hisoka anymore, she disappeared from the portrait.

Hisoka looked at Kreacher who was still wailing and screaming, and lazily threw a "Curse Standing" over.Kreacher stopped shouting, and lay on the ground weakly, looking extremely pitiful.

"Well, I'll trouble you~" Hisoka put down the suitcase in his hand, and said to Kreacher with a smile, then he looked at Sirius, "Going out to play? Anyway, it hasn't been packed yet."

"En." Sirius nodded, and the two left Black's old house together.

Black's old house is not in the wizarding world, but in the northwest of London, England, at NO.12 Grimmauld Square, right between two humble Muggle houses in London.Therefore, after they came out of the old house, they came to Grimmauld Place.

Black’s old house is actually very close to King’s Cross Station, only a 10-[-]-minute walk away. Hisoka has also gone to King’s Cross Station five or six times. Although he is not familiar with this area, he is not unfamiliar.After thinking about it, he decided to eat something at the dessert station next to King's Cross Station.

Well, he actually doesn't like to eat sweets, but... how should I put it, it's considered a thought?Hisoka narrowed his eyes, feeling that he was really hypocritical.Although the Yier fan before was a fake, he was still quite similar to Yier fan anyway; but he didn’t want this Xibei product at the time, but after killing him, he began to miss the days of being with Yier fan— —Even if it’s a fake, but after all, it looks exactly like Yiermi, loves sweets, and has the same fighting power. Fighting is very exciting, not to mention that the fake Yiermi is easier to talk to than the real Yiermi , not stingy with the opportunity to fight with him.

After thinking for a while, Hisoka felt that he had done nothing wrong.At that time, because he knew that the other party was not a real Yier fan, let alone a fake Yier fan, his combat effectiveness immediately disappeared completely, so there was no need for him to keep such an "Il fan".

After all, it's because I'm too smart.

Thinking of this, the two of them had already reached the door of the dessert station.

"The brulee inside is delicious~" Hisoka pushed open the door, and sat down with Sirius face to face. Hisoka felt that Sirius had probably never been here before, um, maybe he had never been to the Muggle world at all. Dessert station, so he gave a brief introduction, "There is also milk tea, it is definitely made with milk and black tea, it tastes quite good."

The waiter came over, put the menu on the table, and asked, "What do you two want to order?"

"A mango brulee, and a double scoop of ice cream." Hisoka had been here several times with "Il fans" before, and after killing "Il fans", he also came by himself, so he didn't even have the menu. You don't even need to look at it, just report what you want.

"Black forest cake, French cheese, mango chiffon, tiramisu, chocolate cheese, and a macaron." I thought that Sirius had to read the menu carefully before ordering, but it turned out that Hisoka Unexpectedly, Sirius, like him, is very familiar with this place, "A cup of black tea, heavy sugar."

"Okay, please wait a moment." After the waiter finished speaking, he walked towards the bar with the menu.

Hisoka raised his eyebrows slightly, and he looked at Sirius with more enlightenment in his eyes.

He just said, this guy feels so familiar to him, that's why.

"Why don't you pretend?" Hisoka rested his chin on one hand, looked at Sirius with watery golden eyes, "Have you forgotten how you 'died'?"

Black forest cake, French cheese, mango chiffon, tiramisu, chocolate cheese, macarons, heavy sugar black tea - he and "Il fans" have been here several times, and every time "Il fans" order They are all these, and the order has not been changed. If you can't recognize them again, then your memory is really bad.As for the coincidence... Only a one-celled guy like Xiaojie would be foolish enough to believe it was a coincidence.

"You still remember me." Sirius' eyes lit up, looking...a little excited.

And there's something wrong with being careful.

Hisoka smiled: "Of course I remember~ You haven't answered my question yet."

"I remember," Sirius said, "I won't forget it."

Will not forget how he died.

"So~" Hisoka narrowed his eyes, "Are you not afraid that I will kill you again?"

He just looked at each other like this, golden yellow and pure black facing each other, silent for a while.