Allen observed quietly in the darkness, holding his breath and waiting for the right moment.
Creak, creak, creak... The sound seemed to come from the other side of the Screaming Shack. It was light, and it felt like the sound of an old door opening and closing.
Allen held his magic wand tightly and quietly walked towards the direction of the sound.
Unexpectedly, Allen found a small window at the foot of the wall near the ground.
The shutters were opening and closing, as if something had just passed through them.
Allen quickly bent down to observe.
In the dark, a small figure walked away.
It seemed to be Crook Mountain!
Hermione's cat!
Not good, I've been tricked!
Allen quickly got up from the ground and turned around.
At this moment, a black figure pounced on Allen.
Caught off guard, Allen was pushed to the ground, and the back of his head hit the wall.
The black figure jumped and jumped on top of Allen.
Allen was pressed to the ground and couldn't move.
A sour smell suddenly filled Allen's nose.
The guy was panting, his mouth was wide open, and hot saliva dripped onto Allen's face.
Allen fell into the claws of Sirius Black's Animagus, the big dog.
Allen, who was disgusted, used all his strength to push Blake's dog head away.
Then Allen bent his knees, and with the help of the wall, he successfully flipped Blake over.
Allen quickly got up and pointed his magic wand at Blake.
Blake bared his teeth and let out a hair-raising roar.
He seemed to be unwell, and the roar was accompanied by the sound of panting. It was ear-piercing and muddy, with a bit of hoarseness, like a sick beast gasping for air.
"I know you're innocent, Blake!" Allen shouted, and at the same time, he looked at the big dog in front of him.
On the other side, Blake seemed to be stunned for a moment, but he still gritted his teeth.
"I know where the person you're looking for is, relax, Blake, I'm here to help you."
Allen tried not to blink, to make himself look more sincere.
But Sirius Black suddenly leaped into the air and went straight for Allen's face.
In a flash, a "Hindrance Spell" was shot out from Allen's magic wand and hit Blake directly.
Blake was knocked down and hit the wall.
The cobwebs and dust fell to the ground, covering his body.
Blake used his legs to get up, and stared at Allen with his gray eyes.
"Alright, since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, then we'll talk after the fight."
Anger surged in Allen's heart, and he was determined to teach Blake a lesson.
"Petrify all of you." Allen pointed his magic wand at Blake again, but Blake jumped lightly and successfully dodged.
"Ah!" Crookshan came to help, and his two front claws dug deep into Allen's arms.
Allen shook it off, but Crookshan pounced on Allen's magic wand again —
"Go away!" Allen roared and kicked Crookshan. The cat jumped to the side, spitting saliva.
A pair of hands suddenly reached out and grabbed Allen tightly.
The two hands were very strong, but there was no trace of heat, and they were tightly strangling Allen's neck.
Allen's face turned red, and he let go of his magic wand. He used both hands to pry open Crookshan's fingers, and nimbly lowered his head and turned around, giving Sirius a kick in the groin.
Blake groaned in pain and arched his body, but he couldn't support himself and knelt on the ground.
Allen jumped up and jumped on Blake's back, raised his fist, and smashed Blake's head.
Crookshan rushed up to attack Allen again, but Allen jumped down from Blake's back and dodged Crookshan's sharp claws.
Before Blake could stand up, Allen once again grabbed his back tightly, and his fists pounded on his back like a drum.
Blake only had time to protect his head and face, and under Allen's storm-like attacks, he couldn't resist at all.
Finally, Allen had enough. He let go of Blake and panted as he picked up his magic wand.
"Blake, can you listen to me now?"
Allen used his magic wand to point at Blake who was curled up in the corner.
Blake's thin chest rose and fell rapidly, his face was swollen with bruises, and his nose was bleeding.
His swollen eyes stared intently at Allen.
Allen took out a photo from his robe with one hand. It was a photo taken during the summer vacation when he went to Egypt with Mr. Weasley's family.
In the photo, under the bright sunlight, Scabby was lying on Ron's shoulder and looking around.
Blake's chest rose and fell even more violently. If it weren't for his serious injuries, he probably would have immediately pounced forward and torn the photo apart!
He stared fiercely at Scabby in the photo, as if he could tear it to pieces just like that.
"I know, it's Wormtail — Peter Pettigrew. Like you, he's also an illegal Animagus."
Allen's magic wand continued to aim at Sirius, not relaxing in the slightest.
"Then this is very interesting. A hero in everyone's eyes is pretending to be a pet mouse and hiding in a wizard's house. What is it afraid of? "Allen raised his eyebrows and laughed.
"What are you looking for in Hogwarts? Is it really Harry? "Allen stared intently at Blake.
"He's a liar, a coward, a coward. He betrayed our trust!" Sirius roared.
"Calm down, Sirius. Maybe I can help you!" Allen's magic wand pointed at Blake's chest.
"Why?" Blake's sunken eyes stared at the little wizard in front of him.
"Because I'm Ravenclaw. I'm the raven that represents greed and plunder!"
Allen looked at Blake with interest. "The Blake family is an ancient pure-blood family. They should have a rich collection, and you're the only heir."
Sirius Black understood Allen's meaning and asked in a low voice, "What do you want?"
"I want all the treasures of the Blake family, including — books."
Allen indeed wanted these treasured books.
The books in the magic world were fascinating to read, but at the same time, they also brought about more and more confusion.
Allen needed a lot of information to help him understand this strange world.
It was easy to imagine how rich and precious the collection of a pure-blooded family would be.
"You want these?" Blake looked at Allen doubtfully. "Well, a young wizard like you probably doesn't know that some things are far more important than those dead antiques."
"You don't have a choice, do you?" Allen blinked.
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