Lord of the Nation: Mutated golden talent at the beginning

Looking at Sirius, who had his head down, Lorne chuckled.

"Trust me, I have every way to restore you to the honor you deserve. "

"By the way, do you want to eat?"

Seeing this last sentence, Sirius nodded in silence.

Since escaping prison in Azkaban, he has swam across the ocean, then on the run from being tracked, and all he can eat every day is stinky rats in the sewers.

He had just chased Lorne again, and now he didn't have much stamina.

Lorne cleared the pile of notes from the table and pulled some food out of the kitchen.

Steak, pumpkin pie, crust pie, honey muffin......

He learned to do it.

Looking at these rich dinners, Sirius unceremoniously picked up the silver fork behind him and began to gobble it up.

The smell of food filled his taste buds, which made him squint.

Lorne, on the other hand, sat across from him, holding a cup of black tea and sucking leisurely.

In his hands there is also a thick book of biographies.

As he ate his abundant food, Sirius surveyed his surroundings and the blonde wizard in front of him.

Looking at the bottles and jars placed around, this should be a potions shop, and if you open a store, you usually choose Diagon Alley.

That is, now there is a good chance that he is in Diagon Alley ...

Thinking of this, Sirius chewed a little slower.

You must know that there is a long distance from Privet Road to Diagon Alley, is it a phantom shift?

And looking at the handsome face of this blonde wizard, he should be no more than twenty years old.

Thinking of this, Sirius wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth with his dirty sleeve and asked.

"Can you tell me your name?"

Until now, he didn't even know the name of the wizard in front of him.

"Lorne Geralt. "

Beautiful black handwriting appeared in mid-air.

Geralt?

Is it a Muggle-born wizard...

Sirius set his sights on the robe hanging from the hanger, a wizard's robe with a green base.

"You're from Slytherin House - Muggle wizards would actually enter the Snake Academy?"

His tone was a little confused.

Slytherin was nothing, after all, all the wizards in his family were Slytherins, except for him.

But it was inconceivable for a Muggle-born wizard to enter that group of unscrupulous snakes.

Sirius could even imagine how Lorne had been ostracized in the Snake Yard.

"Slytherin, I'm in third year this year. "

"Poof—"

As soon as he drank the black tea in his mouth, he was spit out by Sirius in an instant, as if he had heard something incredible.

"Ahem... Ahem, you said you were only in third grade!?"

His eyes widened as he looked at Lorne across from him like a ghost.

Mature manners, a head shorter than him, and the use of spells...

Is this really a little wizard in third grade?

"It's the third grade this year. "

Lorne snapped his fingers to clean the stain off the ground, then wrote the words in midair.

Doesn't he look like a third-year wizard?

"If you don't say it, I think you've graduated. "

Sirius said in a complicated tone.

I didn't expect him to be caught by a little wizard in the third grade, and this is really going back more and more.

He thought with some embarrassment.

"So you want me to help you with something?"

After filling his stomach, Sirius asked, leaning back on the soft sofa without an image.

Since he agreed to this little wizard's request, he naturally would not break his word.

It's just that he doesn't know what the wizard in front of him is trying to do.

"The task at hand is to master Tumbledown Alley. "

"What's that?"

When Sirius saw these words in mid-air, the wand in his hand was a little unstable and almost fell to the ground, and he even wondered if he was dazzled.

But it turned out that there were no problems with the font in mid-air.

Want to master Tumbledown Alley?

Tumbledown Alley has been around since Diagon Alley was founded, and in its hundreds of years of history, he had never heard of anyone succeeding.

And now, a little wizard who is only in the third grade actually wants to master a tumbledown alley?

It's like... Run off at the mouth?

Sirius had a complicated expression.

Sure enough, it's better to catch that mouse on your own...

"You don't have to worry about how to master it, someone will figure it out. "

"You just have to remember to do things with me. "

After saying this, both sides fell silent.

Lorne was reading a book and thinking about what he was going to do next.

Sirius, on the other hand, had no idea what to say.

"Are you mute?"

At this time, Sirius suddenly raised his head and asked curiously.

After all, since they met, he hadn't said a word about this wizard.

"Xi the Animagus. "

Lorne glanced at him and pointed to his cheek.

Animagus... A single leaf of a mandrake?

Sirius suddenly realized.

It turns out that the purpose of communicating in font is to prevent the mandrake from falling out of the mouth.

He had also practiced Xi Animagus before, so he naturally knew how painful the process of this most advanced Transfiguration technique was.

"By the way, I remember you just said... Snape?"

Sirius's eyes narrowed at the mention of the name, and he asked softly, "Did he do anything excessive to Harry?"

Speaking of Harry, it suddenly occurred to him that Lorne seemed to know that he was Harry's godfather.

Damn, how did he know so many secrets?

Sirius thought through gritted teeth.

It always felt like the secret between them was as transparent to Lorne, without any privacy.

"You mean Professor Snape?"

Lorne asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Snape... Professor?"

Sirius repeated.

Did that damn Death Eater go to Hogwarts to be a professor?

"It's nothing excessive, it's just a matter of deducting points from class every day. "

"That dog thing!"

Seeing the words in mid-air, Sirius couldn't help but curse.

He could now imagine Harry, who looked very much like James, being harassed in Snape's class.