"I will show up in front of him, I will go by myself, but not today, and the same thing-I don't believe you." Black spread his hands, "I don't know if you will give me to the Ministry of Magic because of Snape. I dare not gamble."

"You mean-if I understand correctly, you don't believe me, but you want me to tell Dumbledore about Petr's news to avenge you? Don't you think your logic is strange?" Felix asked with some amusement.

"Ha~ Ask for justice? This topic is too far from me. I have my solution. The second plan. Do you understand? I don't believe you, but I don't worry about you leaking the secret, because Snape is also Peter's enemy, as long as he knows the truth, you can discuss this with him."

Felix was silent, Peter had already escaped, and according to Lupin, he was likely to hide near Hogwarts and keep an eye on the progress of things, but no one could catch a mouse.

Moreover, the secret agent... The Porters and his wife secretly changed the secret agent of the safe house. Even Dumbledore didn't know about this, so everyone firmly believed that Black was a traitor?

The biggest question has been solved.

Next is the end, and give Sirius Black secretly to Dumbledore and make him upset.

As for Black's reluctance... it was a good choice to knock him out. He could get some of his blood and untie the magical ban on No. 12, Grimo Square.

Felix raised his head, "I insist on bringing you with you." He raised his wand and a slender coma spell flew out. Since Black was not a traitor, this level of power was enough.

But to his surprise, Black actually blocked his magic.

Black took several steps back, took out a magic wand from behind and looked at Felix proudly, "Look, what I said..." The next second, his whole body twisted into smoke-

Phantom shift!

The second magic wand!

Felix instantly figured out everything, he disappeared from the spot at a faster speed, appeared in front of Black in the blink of an eye, reached into the smoke, and he could even see Black's face that was surprised and deformed.

The next second, the two disappeared together.

The space was changing and twisting, and Felix staggered out. He was following the Phantom of Black, unable to control his destination. In front of him was a strange earth slope, with trees growing strangely and black stones scattered all over the ground.

He caught a glimpse of a dark hole in his eyes. It was a beast nest in which Black was hiding? He identified the direction. It should be a forbidden forest here, but it was extremely deep and might be close to the other side.

Black rolled on the ground twice, but he didn't even look around. As soon as he was awake, he used the phantom to move again. If it were twice, the terrible guy wouldn't chase after him, right?

He simply didn't believe that there was such a person who could break in at the moment someone else's phantom moved and complete the appearance of his minion...

His body began to twist into a cloud of smoke, and he knew he had succeeded, which was very rare. The continuous use of this magic was a huge burden on him, and he was far from his best condition now.

But what made his scalp numb was that he felt a hand grabbing his neck. He opened his eyes and there was hazy smoke around him. The scenery passed by quickly, but he knew that the speed of the phantom was forcibly reduced.

He saw Felix's calm eyes, and the two of them looked at each other, and Black understood what he meant: You can't escape!

The next second, Black was thrown out, his stomach kept surging, making him unable to help but retching, but he immediately forced his phantom shift for the third time.

This time, he was almost exhausted, and a corner of his broken robe was silently cut open, and a stinging pain in his eyebrows, and a warm liquid covered his eyes. It was a splitting body...

The phantom shift ended, his vision went dark, and he couldn't help but pray that he would succeed.

Then he heard a familiar voice, "Why do you think of coming here? Is it still impossible to forget it after so many years?"

Black turned over and sat up, wiped his eyes, and from a blood-red perspective, he found that he was surrounded by a Muggle community, where everything was both familiar and unfamiliar, and he had never come back once since he left at the age of sixteen.

This is Grimo Square, where Black's old house hides.

Black got up from the ground and touched his forehead. The blood was stained between his fingers. It was indeed split, but it was not serious. He was not missing his arms and legs, nor was he fixed in place.

The young man opposite looked at him with a scrutiny look, and he had no intention of taking action. Do you want me to take the initiative to admit defeat?

Dream! He just had a good idea.

Black waved his wand, and spells mixed with red flames of a large bunch of flowers flew out, and he shouted at the same time: "Clicker!"

Felix's heart moved and slowed down his attack. An ugly, old-fashioned house elf suddenly appeared next to Sirius Black, "Take me in!" Black said that he took the initiative to attack with all his might, but the occasional spell or two spells that had been hit by the opponent had already overwhelmed him.

Kliche stood beside Black and chattered: "The young master is an annoying, ungrateful and vulgar man, which hurt his mother's heart. After walking for more than ten years, he brought a powerful enemy when he came back for the first time, but failed to fulfill his responsibilities-"

"Shut up! Take me in, now!" Blake roared, his wand burst out with dazzling white light, and powerful spells condensed into more than a dozen rusty iron arrows in the air. They streaked through the air, making heart-pounding whimpering sounds, rolling towards Felix.

Meanwhile, Kliche reluctantly stretched out his shriveled fingers and rested on Sirius Black's knees, and they disappeared into the clearing.

Felix turned his wand lightly, turning the iron arrows into thin ropes, allowing them to fall loosely to the ground. His eyes penetrated the layers of magical prohibitions and saw Black slump on the steps of an ancient mansion, his unsatisfactory wand was thrown aside, and he grinned and breathed.

He laughed happily, "I won! What's the result of teasing Lord Black? Isn't it very uncomfortable? Oh yell!" He screamed strangely as if he vented.

Kliche stood beside him, with only a dirty rag on his body, and he muttered in a hoarse and low voice: "What a stupid behavior it is for the noble prodigal son of the Black family to escape the disaster..."

"Shut up, Clicche! Can't I enjoy it for a while?"

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Chapter completed!