As soon as he drank it, Sirius's thin face became as ferocious as his prison photo. He bent down and held the edge of the stone basin with one hand. The veins on his hand were bulging, and his dark gray eyes were wide and bloodshot. He put the cup into the stone basin again with trembling hands. After a short moment of contemplation, he scooped up cup after cup and drank it quickly.
Alan stroked his chin in surprise. In his memory, the pain caused by the potion was so painful that even someone as strong as Dumbledore couldn't maintain his balance for long before he fell to the ground and needed Harry to feed him. However, Sirius could drink so many cups and still stand in front of the stone basin. It seemed that his body had been well taken care of since he was released from prison.
The muscles on Sirius's face were twitching. He tried to reach out with his trembling hands and continue to sink the shell into the liquid. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he raised the cup resolutely. But before he could drink it, the cup fell back into the stone basin. Sirius staggered and fell to the ground. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was heavy. The pain caused by the poison made by the mysterious man was not all physical.
When Sirius was halfway through raising the cup, a vision of the familiar house in Godric Valley suddenly appeared in his mind. He had imagined for many years what happened to the Potter family that day. James Potter bravely faced the mysterious man and his Death Eaters. His hazel eyes vigilantly watched the mysterious man invading his home. His messy and angry black hair stood up stubbornly. He stood in front of his wife Lily, his son Potter, and their pet cat until a green light flashed and James's tall and thin body fell.
Sirius held his head in pain. The extreme thirst and mental trauma made him unable to vent his pain by howling. He muttered to himself, "No … James … Be careful, don't go over there. Lily, run … It's my fault … It's all my fault …"
Although his voice was indistinct, and his self-reproach had turned his voice into a sob, the perceptive Alan and Hermione clearly understood what he was saying.
"He has experienced so many terrible things, but his greatest fear is the death of his good friend." Hermione looked at Sirius and sighed.
"The effect of the venom should be related to the illusion caused by the pain in his heart. Sirius is in pain and regret because his good friend James was killed. The venom has a great effect on him. When Regulus drank this potion, he was very young and had not experienced much pain, so the fear caused by the venom was far less than Sirius. " Allen explained to Hermione. He also understood why the venom had a greater effect on Dumbledore compared to Sirius — the light Magus had suffered much more pain in his heart.
At this moment, Sirius' body was twitching violently, and he clutched his head in confusion. It seemed that he was unable to continue scooping out the venom and drinking it.
"Master! Krypt, help him! " Krypt, who had been waiting for a long time, scooped up the shell in the stone basin and filled it with the transparent venom. He brought it to Sirius and forced it down Sirius' throat.
After two spoonfuls, Sirius, who was hovering between reality and fantasy, began to resist instinctively. He pushed Krypt's shoulder and refused, "Don't … Don't do it again …"
Allen wrapped his arms around himself and tapped his other arm. He thought to himself, 'It's only been a few spoonfuls, and he already can't hold on and doesn't want to drink anymore. Dumbledore had persisted until more than half of the potion in the stone basin was gone.'
Krypt's deep voice was somewhat excited, and he said as if he was comforting him, "You have to continue drinking. If you want to experience what Young Master Regulus has experienced and felt, you have to continue drinking!" Krypt then poured another cup into Sirius' stomach. Sirius panted heavily, his face pale as he groaned in pain.
Krypt scooped up another cup and forced the shell into Sirius' mouth. Sirius, who had recovered slightly, drank all the potion in the shell. But this time, Sirius finally couldn't control himself and screamed. His shrill voice traveled across the silent black lake and echoed in the large cave.
The stone basin was more than half empty. Krypt, who was holding the shell, saw Sirius' hand twitching to hit the ground. He stole a glance at Allen and, thinking that Allen hadn't noticed, stepped on Sirius' hand. Then he bent down and pressed down on Sirius' other hand, forcing the potion down Sirius' throat.
Sirius, who was imprisoned by the house elf, couldn't stop shaking from head to toe. He was so thirsty that he couldn't resist the charm of the liquid. But the more he drank the poison, the more his organs burned. The pain made him roll on the ground, completely forgetting his agreement with Allen.
Hermione finally noticed Krypt's actions from Sirius' violent reaction. She frowned and anger rose in her heart. She understood that Krypt wanted to take revenge on Sirius, but he couldn't deprive Sirius of the opportunity to refuse. "Krypt, stop!"
But Krypt completely ignored Hermione and acted as if he hadn't heard her. After all, Hermione wasn't his master, so Krypt didn't need to listen to anyone else's orders. Therefore, Krypt seized the last moment and tried to feed as much poison as possible before Allen gave the order.
"Krypt, stop!" Allen gave the order under Hermione's gaze.
Under the influence of the contract, the elder elf stumbled and fell to the ground because of his master's order. The crystal shell rolled down, and the liquid flew back to the stone basin before it could reach the ground.
Krypt didn't blame his master. Instead, he blamed the muddy Hermione for being talkative. If his mistress was here, what would she say? But this muddy fellow seemed to have a close relationship with the new master, and he had to rely on them to welcome Young Master Regulus back … Thinking of this, the elf rubbed his painful tailbone. Krypt stood up and gave up his habitual scolding.
Hermione hurriedly fed the half-conscious Sirius the elderflower nectar. Sirius instinctively swallowed it in large mouthfuls, and in a moment of carelessness, the drink flowed into his windpipe. He coughed violently, but he finally woke up. After calming down a little, he asked for water again.
Allen also came up to check and made sure that Sirius was fine. "Krypt, take care of your former master."
Looking at the venom that was about to reach the bottom of the basin, Klitscher felt very regretful. He pretended to be injured because of his old age and the fall just now. He moved very slowly and held Sirius' shoulders for a long time. As a result, he only managed to pour the Elderberry Nectar into Sirius' throat bit by bit. But to the house elf's disappointment, Sirius finally recovered. He lay on his back on the ground and panted heavily for a while. After a while, he snatched the Elderberry Nectar and poured it down Sirius' throat.
"I'll go outside the cave for a while and bring Lynch and the others here to do business." Allen said to Hermione. Seeing that the situation had calmed down, he began to fly out. "Krypt, obey any orders from Miss Hermione Granger."
Sirius had already struggled to sit up. His face was pale and he was panting. His breathing sounded very weak.
Kreacher's hoarse voice was harsh and harsh. "Useless prodigal, you still have so much poison left to drink. Not to mention Young Master Regulus, you're too weak even compared to Kreacher!"
But Sirius didn't refute him this time, nor did he try to react to Krypt's little actions. He turned his head a little gloomily and looked at the lake. He really hadn't finished drinking.
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