Lord of the Nation: Mutated golden talent at the beginning

The azure font is very dazzling in the dark sewers.

The black dog lying on the ground trembled with golden eyes, revealing an incredulous gaze.

Almost no one knows the status of their Animagus except for the foursome.

But the blonde wizard in front of him immediately named him.

And that mouse—if Sirius was right, the wizard was Peter Pettigrew who wasn't dead yet!

Thinking of this, Sirius's eyes were filled with a thick killing intent.

How did he know I was looking for the mouse, though?

"You can sleep for a while, it's not a good place to talk. "

Seeing that the black dog lying on the ground gradually stabilized, Lorne activated a stun spell.

They were now in the depths of the sewers, and the stench was getting stronger.

He couldn't stand talking to Sirius here.

Looking at the black dog in a coma, Lorne cleaned it up with his wand.

The black hair, which was originally full of muddy water, and the bloodshot on the corners of the mouth were cleaned by the power of the spell.

Then, he threw the unconscious Sirius into the Divine Might Space.

With the whirlpool floating, the figure slowly disappeared into the sewer.

......

Inside Diagon Alley at one o'clock in the morning.

Akali's Potions Shop.

Lorne dropped the sleeping black dog on the board, then went to the potions vault in the basement to get a bottle of sobering potions.

The potions in the basement were all brewed by him the previous year, and the effects of the potions had not expired.

The sobering agent was poured into the black dog's mouth, and Lorne sat on the couch waiting for him to wake up.

Almost three minutes or so passed, and the golden beast eyes opened in confusion.

The soft, warm-toned lighting made him squint.

There is also a crisp wind chime ringing in my ears...

It seems that since entering Azkaban, he has never seen such a warm scene.

However, after seeing Lorne, who was sitting on the couch observing him, Sirius subconsciously stood up, and a low roar rang out of his throat.

“..."

Lorne reluctantly used his wand to write a black handwriting in mid-air.

"Sirius Black?"

The black dog was silent for a moment, its mind still a little dizzy.

The next moment, the black dog's body began to change.

After a while, a man dressed in tatters and with a haggard face stood in place.

"If you're talking about the prisoner who escaped from Azkaban, it's me!"

Sirius's dark eyes stared at the wizard in front of him.

"Where did you hear about that rat?"

He asked in a hoarse voice.

"You mean Peter Pettigrew?"

Under Lorne's control, the font in mid-air began to reassemble.

Sirius narrowed his eyes at the familiar name, his hands clenched into fists under his tattered sleeves.

"That's right, it's the timid mouse!"

He really couldn't understand how the wizard in front of him knew the identity of him and Peter Pettigrew's Animagus, and how did he know that he had escaped from prison to find Peter Pettigrew...

All sorts of questions crossed Sirius's mind, which made him look up and look at Lorne.

Wait—those scarlet eyes are gone?

At this time, he realized that the scarlet eyes that he had seen in the sewers had turned pale blue, as if the scene was his hallucination.

But Sirius was well aware that it was definitely not an illusion.

He could feel those ominous eyes, as deadly as Medusa's serpent eyes.

"Live point map. "

Lorne tossed Sirius a piece of newspaper and used his wand to sketch the handwriting in midair.

If you can't speak, it's troublesome...

Sirius picked up the newspaper and glanced at it, which was a picture of the Weasleys going to the pyramids, including the mouse.

It was because of this newspaper that he escaped from Azkaban.

"No wonder you know that the mouse is Peter Pettigrew. "

Seeing the handwriting in mid-air, Sirius nodded knowingly.

As one of the founders of the Living Point Map, he certainly knew that the map showed the original name of the Animagus.

"So, what are you looking for me for?"

Sirius expertly sat down on the couch across from him and asked in a hoarse voice.

He didn't believe that the wizard in front of him would be so kind to take in his stray dog.

People do everything with a purpose.

"I'll help you catch mice, you help me do things. "

A smile appeared on Lorne's face, and his pale blue eyes looked at the stunned Sirius.

He felt that Senior Tom only used the words of an assistant, and the efficiency of the work might not be enough.

Now there happens to be a ready-made one, and it is also very strong.

"Heh, why do I need your help?"

When Sirius came to his senses, he couldn't help but sneer.

It was enough for him to catch the timid rat alone.

Where do you need someone else to help?

"You want to kill Peter Pettigrew?"

Lorne asked rhetorically.

"I want to tear him apart right now. "

Sirius said unabashedly with hatred.

"And then, imprisoned in Azkaban again?"

"Watching your poor godson being bullied by Snape at school?"

The corners of Lorne's mouth curled, and he knew Sirius had taken the bait when he said this.

"Come to think of it, I can help you restore your reputation!"

"You can even get Harry Potter to call you the Godfather!"

"And all you have to do is take refuge in me. "

Looking at the black handwriting in mid-air, Sirius fell silent.

"After all, you don't want to watch Harry think you're the killer of the Potters, do you..."

Sirius was silent, and even the sound of breathing was almost gone.

“... I agree to your request. "

After a long time, he gave his own answer.

Lorne's handwriting was like a sharp blade cut through Sirius's heart.

He knew that he could not restore his reputation on his own, as he was a fugitive from Azkaban.

Who would believe the words of a fugitive?

Lorne chuckled when he got the answer he wanted.

That's right.