The members of Wesengamer all stood up and stared at Sirius.
Like a tacit understanding, they began to silently organize the documents and leave the interrogation room that had brought both pain and new life.
After a long time, Dumbledore walked towards Sirius Black.
He bent down and patted Blake's shoulder gently.
Blake raised his tear-streaked face and met Dumbledore's loving gaze.
Although Professor Dumbledore didn't say a word, a strong emotion rose in Blake's heart, making him feel grounded and full of hope.
Blake couldn't help but be stunned.
Professor Dumbledore patted his shoulder again, nodded, and turned to leave the dark room.
"Let's go, Allen." Mr. Harris felt that it was time to leave.
But Allen didn't move. He pointed at a witch sitting in the middle of a few rows behind them.
Among the few people left, Mr. Harris looked in the direction Allen pointed and saw her at a glance.
She had short blond hair and wore a magenta robe. She was sucking on the tip of a dazzling green quill.
Without a doubt, this was the chief reporter of the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeet. Skeet.
"Dad, before you see Fudge, it's best to talk to her first. I'll leave by myself later, "Allen reminded him in a low voice.
Mr. Harris nodded knowingly and walked towards Rita.
Allen noticed that Rita Skeet? After a brief moment of shock, he and Mr. Harris seemed to be chatting happily.
Allen wasn't worried at all that Rita would write nonsense. She was a sensible person and wouldn't easily provoke those in power.
When only Allen and Blake were left in the gloomy dark room, Allen still didn't move.
He knew that Blake needed time to adjust his emotions.
It wasn't until Blake staggered to his feet that Allen stepped forward.
Blake raised his sleeves and carelessly wiped his face.
"You shouldn't be watching this kind of execution." Blake's gloomy eyes looked at Allen and said seriously.
He felt that although Allen was very strong, he was still a young Magus and should not witness such a cruel punishment.
"Most people are most worried about death. The Lord Voldemort is so, and so is Peter the Dwarf. The tragedy of the Potter couple originated from Lord Voldemort's pursuit of immortality and Little Dwarf's fear of death. "Allen was half lamenting and half reminding.
"Death may be a punishment, but it cannot atone. I don't know if the pain of having my soul sucked away for a few seconds is enough to compensate for thirteen years of mental pain! "
Sirius was surprised that he had opened his heart in front of a child.
Perhaps it was because of his calm temperament and powerful strength. He did not seem like a child at all.
Allen looked at Sirius' gloomy eyes that were mixed with pain and replied seriously, "You're right. Sometimes, justice is not enough to appease people."
"In the eyes of the world, Peter the Dwarf has received the punishment he deserved. His sins have been washed away, and perhaps he can even be forgiven by Merlin." Allen said slowly.
Blake's brows furrowed.
"However, if someone causes me a slow, deep, endless and eternal pain, then if I want to take revenge, I will try my best to cause the other party the same pain. Just like Muggle's famous saying, 'An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a hand for a hand, a foot for a foot'. "
"However, hatred makes people blind, and anger makes people reckless. Those who pursue revenge blindly will have to drink the bitter juice in the end."
Allen glanced at Blake and continued, "In my opinion, Peter the Dwarf has long been receiving punishment for his mistakes. For thirteen years, he could only hide in a Magus family as a mouse. This is not an easy thing to do. The pain and torture you caused him in the process of chasing him may far exceed the pain he suffered when he accepted the kiss of the Dementors. "
Blake took Allen's words to heart. The pain and resentment that lingered in his heart seemed to have been alleviated.
As for the remaining emotions, they would obviously fade away with the passage of time.
Sirius looked deeply at Allen and suddenly changed the topic. "You've done what you promised me. I will also keep my promise and fulfill my oath."
Hearing this, Allen could not help but laugh. Of course, he believed in Blake's character. Otherwise, he would not have made such an agreement with him.
"Why don't you come with me to receive it now?" Sirius asked.
Blake was an impatient person. He did not want to owe Allen anything.
Allen thought for a while and felt that there was still enough time, so he nodded and agreed.
After writing a letter to Mr. Harris and indicating his movements, Allen followed Sirius Black and swaggered out of the Ministry of Magic.
Along the way, the Magi who saw Sirius were all inexplicably shocked.
"This is the feeling of freedom!" After leaving the Ministry of Magic, Sirius opened his arms and embraced the sky.
Allen smiled and looked at Sirius. He especially understood the feelings of this prisoner who had been hiding from place to place.
After Sirius calmed down, the two of them moved like a phantom and directly arrived at the old house of the Blake family — Grimmauld Square 12.
Number 12.
The old house that appeared in front of Allen had dirty walls and gloomy windows.
They walked up the broken stone steps and found that the black paint on the door of the old house had peeled off and was covered with scratches left and right.
The silver door knocker was in the shape of a large coiled snake. There was no keyhole on the door, nor was there a mailbox.
"Excuse me, can I borrow your magic wand?" Blake asked.
Allen blinked, removed the wand, and handed it to Blake.
Blake held the wand and gently knocked on the door. Allen heard the sound of metal hitting metal, as well as the clatter of chains.
The door creaked open.
Blake returned the wand to Allen.
The two of them stepped over the threshold and walked into the almost pitch-black foyer.
Allen smelled a wet, dusty smell, and a sweet smell of decay. This place gave off the feeling of an abandoned house.
Then, he heard a rustling sound, and then a row of old gas lamps on the wall lit up, casting a wavering, unreal light on the peeling wallpaper and polished carpet in the long, gloomy foyer.
Overhead, a chandelier in the shape of a spider's web flickered, and on the walls hung some portraits that had been blackened by the passage of time.
Allen noticed that the chandelier and the candlesticks on a shaky table next to it were all in the shape of a large snake.
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