Upon hearing Lily's name, Professor Snape froze behind a tree, quietly listening to the conversation between Allen and the rest.
Sirius's cold and ferocious expression turned into a look of extreme frustration.
When he was in Azkaban, he had asked himself countless times, what would have happened if he had kept the secret?
Would Jaime and Lily still be living happily in this world?
Harry would not have had to live under someone else's roof at such a young age.
Coincidentally, Allen had the same thought as him.
"If you had not self-righteously atoned for your sins and confessed without saying a word, Harry would not have grown up in a Muggle family that did not welcome him!"
Allen thought of the things that happened when he first met Harry and said angrily.
"Do you know what kind of life Harry lived when he was young? Although he did not lack in food and clothes, do you know that he was beaten every day? Do you know how it felt to watch another boy being doted on by his parents? "
Every word Allen said was like a sharp knife, stabbing into Blake's heart.
Blake's face turned pale, his lips moved, but he could not say a complete sentence.
"Then let me ask you now, if you killed Peter Pettigrew, who would prove your innocence? If you became a real murderer, Harry would lose his last family member who was truly good to him. If you did this, you would feel good for a moment, but are you worthy of Jaime? Potter and Lily? Potter? Are you a competent godfather? If you become a real murderer, are you worthy of the ancient Blake family? "
Seeing Sirius's pale face, Allen lifted the spell.
Blake fell to the ground and curled into a ball. He immediately broke free of his shirt and struggled to stand up.
But in order to prevent him from acting rashly, Allen said, "Petrify them all!"
Sirius Black fell to the ground with his back facing the sky, as stiff as a wooden board.
"Sorry, Sirius, in order to prove your innocence and successfully complete our deal, I need your cooperation. Think about what happened back then and relax."
Allen looked sincerely into Sirius' eyes, took out a bottle, and pointed his wand at Sirius's temple.
Unexpectedly, it went smoothly. Although Sirius had a complicated expression, wisps of silver-white substance flew out of his head without any hindrance and fell into the bottle in Allen's hand.
It seemed that Allen's words had indeed touched Sirius's softest and most painful place in his heart.
"Allen? Harris, I want to thank you. "A mocking voice was heard.
It was Professor Snape.
He pointed his wand at Allen and could not help but feel proud. "Lucky, lucky tonight …"
"Tonight, there will be two more people in Azkaban. Ravenclaw's best student is actually making a deal with a murderer!"
Snape said, his eyes burning with fanaticism. He turned his head to look at Blake on the ground. "Give me a reason, a reason to stop me. I swear I won't go easy on you. "
Allen raised his wand slightly, wanting to take advantage of Professor Snape's unpreparedness and point it back at him.
Snape did not miss Allen's movement and wanted to hit the wand in Allen's hand.
To his surprise, it was as if there was an invisible chain. The wand flew out of Allen's hand and quickly flew back into Allen's hand.
At this moment, Allen summoned the "Nemesis Mirror" in his system, which was the mirror that Sarah had given to Allen.
The mirror flew out quickly in the air, and a silver-white light enveloped Professor Snape's body.
Professor Snape looked at the mirror warily and wanted to cast "Disintegrate" to break it.
But a person who looked exactly like him appeared in front of him, and without saying a word, cast the same spell on him to offset the attack.
The two quickly tangled with each other.
To Professor Snape's surprise, the Snape who appeared in front of him was as strong as himself.
The other party's magic power and magic were exactly the same as his own.
Professor Snape could not help but clench his wand and fight back with a determined look. Nothing could stop his determination to take revenge.
Like Professor Snape who was in trouble, Ron and Malfoy also suffered the most embarrassing moment in history. They were trapped in the secret passage of the Whaling Willow that led to the Screaming Shack.
They walked along the dark secret passage to the end, but there seemed to be an invisible wall that separated them from the door that led to the Screaming Shack.
They walked back helplessly, but the Whaling Willow, which was waving its branches wildly, made them flinch.
The wounds from before were still burning, and the two of them did not dare to act rashly.
Suddenly, Malfoy asked Ron with a panicked look, "Ron, um … Did you bring paper?"
Ron's expression was complicated, and his mouth was wide open. "No, I was going to ask you."
In addition to the burning pain from the wounds, their abdomens began to twitch violently, and their stomachs were like thunder.
Both of them turned their heads to the side, forcibly suppressing their overflowing desire.
No one wanted to make a fool of themselves in front of their nemesis.
The two of them thought at the same time, "Could it be that today's food is not fresh?"
Ron and Malfoy's situation was something that Professor Snape could not imagine and had no time to care about.
He was fighting with himself, and as time went by, his heart gradually became anxious.
How could he defeat a seemingly energetic self that could never be defeated?
Allen, who had been staring at Professor Snape, had his eyes lit up. A good opportunity! He did not miss the change in expression on Professor Snape's face.
Bang! A snake-like string shot out from the tip of Allen's wand and wrapped around Professor Snape's mouth, wrists, and ankles.
Professor Snape lost his balance and fell to the ground, unable to move.
The other Snape also disappeared in an instant, and the mirror emitted a lustrous light and flew back to Allen's hand.
Interestingly, Professor Snape and Sirius Black just happened to fall face to face, and both of them widened their eyes, as if they wanted to kill each other with their gazes.
Allen looked at the two old enemies with interest, and at the moment it was hard to tell which face had more hatred.
"Allen? Harris, let go of me, I'm a professor. "Professor Snape looked gloomily at Allen.
"Ah, professor, I think it's better for you to shut up." Allen stared at Professor Snape, as if he wanted to see through his heart.
Then, Allen unceremoniously cast a Silent Curse on Professor Snape.
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