Looking at the messy Ministry of Magic, Sirius kicked Peter Pettigrew, who was still unconscious next to him.

Not serious, just to see if he is pretending to sleep.

If while traveling, Peter Pettigrew suddenly turned into a mouse and ran away, it would be difficult to catch him again.

"Oh oh oh, you can't test whether Mr. Peter Pettigrew is awake like this, my friend."

Dowey Jones said exaggeratedly, he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Peter Pettigrew.

A green light flashed.

Peter Pettigrew was motionless.

"Look, he really fainted like this."

Duwei said, he walked over and walked around Peter Pettigrew.

Sirius took a deep breath.

If he read correctly, the curse just now was the legendary Avada Kedavra, one of the three unforgivable curses.

"What should we do next?"

Sirius Black asked.

Du Wei clasped his fingers casually and said, "Aha, has it become what we should do next?

us?

Shouldn't it be me?

It’s what I should do. As for you, of course you are sweetly together with your dear godson.”

He carefully licked every bit of bitter sweetness in his mouth with his tongue, and said with a smile: "I still have things to do, my stupid friend, what I have to do is still a bit tricky.

I don’t have time to play with you.”

Sirius Black wants to punch someone again.

"If you don't speak well, I will try to correct the way you speak."

Sirius Black said.

Duwei took out another piece of chocolate and said coldly: "Okay, okay, Blake, you have the final say.

Let's do this, we don't have to do anything, just watch.

I just open a crack and the rest of the show will take care of itself."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Sirius Black and said: "Next, what I mean is, you don't have to hide around xc, big dog.

Find a place to sleep peacefully.

Your ancestral home looks good to me.

By the way, is there a house elf named Kreacher in your ancestral home?

I have something to say to your Kreacher, and I think that your elf has some problems. Before I go to your house, you'd better be polite to your house elf.

I don’t want to collect your body.”

After finishing speaking, he stretched and said: "So, go and clean up your ancestral home, I still have things to do.

I heard that recently, there was a wild house elf named Dobby in the wild. He was being hunted by some traditional wizards, and I need to hire him."

He took out a gold coin from his pocket. As the gold coin flew around, Duwei looked at the gold coin, blew a breath and said, "Let us thank Mr. Snape for his generous donation."

"The Ministry of Magic is hunting a house elf?"

Sirius thought it was ridiculous.

After what happened today, he had not had a good impression of these pure-blood wizards since he was a child, and now his attitude has completely changed.

He became completely disgusted with these pure-blood wizards.

If Du Wei sees it correctly, he has completely betrayed his own class.

"Are these wizards bored to death after chasing a house elf?"

"Of course not, because after these wizards heard that this house elf was free, they worked for a fee."

Having said this, Du Wei looked at Sirius and saw Sirius's stunned expression.

"People never see freedom. Sirius, freedom is never a power given to you. If you want freedom, you have to buy it with your life and blood."

"Look at you, Sirius.

Although you feel that you sympathize with the house elves, it is just a condescending charity, and house elves do not need charity."

Du Wei smiled and put away his wand and walked away: "Even if they lose their lives, some house elves are not willing to be freed by others. They want to be friends with wizards. It is a treasonous idea, isn't it?

Sirius?"

"No, I didn't think so."

Sirius said, he stretched out his right hand a little irritably, spread his fingers, and pushed his hair back.

He opened his mouth and said the word "I", but he couldn't say the next words.

After hearing this news, I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart. This discomfort was mainly reflected in a kind of unaccustomedness, because since Sirius was a child, he had never heard of any house elf dare to

A story of resistance.

He is an enlightened wizard. He has looked down on his father and mother since he was a child, wanting to press Kreacher on the table and chop off his head at any time. He also couldn't stand Kreacher's flattering and humble appearance.

But, even so.

He still couldn't accept that house elves were paid to do things.

His childhood education and later experiences kept stirring in Sirius's mind, making him indescribably disgusting and uncomfortable.

Du Wei looked at him, stepping on his feet like a demon, standing beside him, surrounding him, and constantly whispering in his ears.

Parseltongue 3d surround sound.

The magic sound seems to be able to penetrate into other people's brains and keep echoing.

"Sirius, admit it, you are the same as those old immortal wizards. The most disgusting thing about pure-blood wizards is not their bloodline, but their ideas."

"The spirit never dies."

"You are just a more tolerant slave owner."

"You are still a broken ship from the old days."

"You are the same as them, Sirius. It's not a matter of blood. Their thoughts are still transmitted in your brain."

"Sirius, you are not even as good as your best friend, James Potter. At least he has opened his eyes to see the world."

"..."

Duwei was like a ghost, standing behind Sirius, blowing into his ear. What was even more terrifying was that there seemed to be some strange sounds hidden in his voice.

Like the sound of a snake.

"Hiss" sound.

Under this weird sound, Du Wei's eyes even began to glow red.

He looked, for a moment, like Nagini lying on Sirius's body, like the resurrected Voldemort.

Sirius felt as if Du Wei's words were like poisonous snakes devouring his heart, causing him unspeakable pain. His emotions seemed to start to become aroused and desperate because of the words of the person in front of him.

He felt like he had fallen into an abyss, surrounded by darkness, like a helpless child...

etc.

At this time, Sirius suddenly reacted. He turned his face and punched Du Wei hard in front of him.

Du Wei put his hands behind his back and stepped on his feet, not hiding.

He was even a little happy.

Caught off guard, Sirius's hands spattered with blood, and Dewey Jones's face remained motionless. This does not mean that Dewey Jones is thick-skinned. Perhaps the most important reason is that Dewey Jones often looks at himself.

In front of him, there were a lot of armors for protection.

Sirius covered his fists.

Du Wei touched his face, smiled brightly and said, "It's just a broken finger bone. Don't be so squeamish, Sirius."

Sirius opened his eyes wide.

It's not because my finger bones hurt.

It's because of Du Wei's tone of voice.

It's because of what Du Wei said.

He was very familiar with this sentence.

"Are you taking revenge on me?!?"

Sirius asked through gritted teeth.
To be continued...