I became Voldemort

"Capacious extremis!"

"Geminio"

Cyrus extended the space in the room and conjured another bed. Tonks immediately lay down on the bed, and her hair suddenly turned light blue.

"I'm exhausted."

"Tired, really? You sat in the bar all afternoon and cost me 12 Sickles." Cyrus walked to the door and opened the broken door.

Tonks turned over: "Where are you going?"

"Going for a walk outside."

"Then I am coming too!"

"No, you stay and keep an eye on the goblin." After saying this, Cyrus closed the door directly without giving Tonks a chance to refuse. Tonks was so angry that she picked up a pillow and threw it on the door.

Hogsmeade looked a bit bleak in the evening, the sky began to darken, and the sun seemed to melt, dyeing the large clouds in the distance orange. Several Aurors were patrolling, and Dementors were wandering around, trying to pounce on anyone they saw.

Cyrus was walking on the streets of Hogsmeade. He had no other purpose. He just wanted to experience the atmosphere of the magical world more personally. Until now, he has never seen Hogsmeade village. There are also those interesting magic snacks that he also wants to try.

However, as he walked along, he found that many shops had closed early. Because of the dementors, the entire business in Hogsmeade is not doing well.

Instead of buying something delicious, Cyrus was targeted by another guy.

When a black dog with a large frame but very thin belly saw Cyrus, it immediately rushed up with its tail wagging, opened its mouth, and bit his trouser leg.

"Sirius?" Cyrus naturally recognized the identity of the black dog at a glance, but he was curious about how Sirius recognized him.

He raised his eyes and looked around, and found that there were dementors everywhere on the street, so he lowered his head and whispered softly:

"Come with me."

The black dog released its muzzle and followed Cyrus to the Three Broomsticks.

The Three Broomsticks pub was empty except for a sign, a curvaceous woman wiping a wine glass. She was a little surprised when she saw Cyrus and a big black dog coming in.

"I thought it was those damned dementors again. Those guys come to patrol twice a day, and there are fewer customers in the pub." Madam Rosmerta put down her wine glass and uttered bitterly, "What do you want to drink?"

"Get me a room, two glasses of butterbeer, and two servings of prime rib, and bring them all to the room," Cyrus said softly. He needed a private place to talk.

"Alright. The rooms on the second floor are all empty, but if you stay in the rooms now, you will inevitably encounter harassment from those stinky Dementors." After Ms. Rosmerta finished speaking, she twisted her waist and entered the kitchen.

Cyrus took the big black dog upstairs. After closing the door, the black dog immediately stood up and turned into a down-and-out British gentleman.

"Cyrus!"

"How did you recognize me?" Cyrus simply took off his disguise and returned to his original appearance.

"Your appearance has changed, but the smell has not changed one bit." Sirius grinned, showing his yellowed teeth, "I thought you failed until I saw your wanted poster not long ago. I didn't expect you to sneak into the Ministry of Magic directly. An Auror's disguise, huh? Hehe, are you here to arrest me?"

They were both prisoners who escaped from Azkaban, but they looked completely different.

"My smell? I didn't notice that." Cyrus was very happy that Sirius pointed out the flaw in his transformation. "But you, aren't your life a little too miserable?"

"Misery? Heh! It's better anywhere than in Azkaban." Sirius laughed to himself, "I just hate that the rat hid so well. I'm afraid he decided to hide as soon as he heard the news about me. I couldn't go into Hogwarts."

It's been almost two months since he escaped from prison, but he still hasn't seen Peter Pettigrew. However, he recently discovered a smart guy and planned to develop him into his helper.

In fact, the only path Sirius could take was the one leading to the Shrieking Shack. The rest of the secret passages led directly to the castle, and it would be too dangerous to go that way. It's a pity that Filch confiscated the map when they were in school, otherwise it would have been much more convenient.

"You didn't go to find Harry?" Cyrus was not very interested in Pettigrew. Anyway, the punishment would eventually come to that despicable traitor.

"I... saw him from a distance." Sirius's speech slowed down, looking very sad, "He really looks like James."

"Really? Then you haven't thought about getting to know him?" Cyrus asked.

"I..."

"You can give him a family, Sirius, just like the Potter family gave you a sense of belonging after you left the Black family." Cyrus suggested, "Harry needs a family."

Harry can be reckless sometimes, but that doesn't stop him from being a good boy. Cyrus regarded Harry and the others as his friends, so he also hoped to make up for some regrets.

But Sirius hesitated.

He escaped from the prison on the isolated island, but he could not escape the torment in his heart.

"What qualifications do I have? If it weren't for me, he would have a happy family..."

"So now you have a chance to make amends. I think you should have visited Privet Drive. He didn't do well with the Dursleys. James Potter didn't leave any good impression on them. "

"But he...he..." Sirius opened his mouth, looking extremely timid, "Do you think he will forgive me?"

"Or let's change the question, do you really think he would blame you?" Cyrus asked.

"Why not? He should do it. If I hadn't suggested it, maybe they would..." Sirius' face was full of pain.

"Then you really underestimate Harry's character. He is a good boy. He will understand who is the real betrayer and who is the murderer of his parents." Cyrus said lightly, "And he will be very glad that he has a real relative, not just a godfather, but also someone who cares for his well-being and loves him."

Sirius was silent.

At this time, Ms. Rosmerta knocked on the door.

Cyrus transformed back into Delis and opened the door.

"Ribs, and butterbeer, exactly as you ordered."

"Thank you, ma'am."

After taking the food, Cyrus closed the door again. He put the ribs on the table and drank the butterbeer first. This wizard's drink tastes a bit sweet and mushy, but it's not greasy-looking like it is in the Hog's head, and it tastes good.

"Let's get something to eat first. I guess you've been digging through trash cans for about two months, right?"

"It's not like I am always digging through the trash cans," Sirius replied, sitting down and eating in silence. Bypassing the topic just now seemed to make him feel more relaxed. He was not afraid of the Death Eaters or even the Dark Lord, but when facing James Potter's child, he was filled with fear.

But in reality, this is just a cowardly escape.

Sirius took a swig of butterbeer, swallowed the rib meat stuffed in his throat, and then looked at Cyrus seriously as if he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, you have to tell me, what's going on with your identity as the Successor of the Chamber of Secrets?"

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