It's different from the imagined picture.

William imagined the picture:

Black struggled desperately, trying to resist unnecessary.

William beat him like a defeated dog, and then took the opportunity to "accidentally" and cut him with a cutting spell to cure him forever.

It can be regarded as avenging the revenge of being cheated during the summer vacation.

Then, William said lightly: Well, I have already learned the whole truth.

Black's body shook, endured the severe pain under his crotch, and bowed his head.

But before the fight started, the black dog skipped the beaten step and first lay in the rain like a dog, pretending to be dead without moving.

This feeling is very similar. Before the car started, the old man was already lying under the car.

It made William very upset.

It's not started, but it doesn't start, and it wants to kill Black.

But he did not relax. All the current conclusions are based on Hermione's guess and there is no substantial evidence.

William is really sure Peter is still alive? No!

Black must be innocent? Not necessarily!

So even without resistance, William still waved his wand.

The big black dog soared into the air, like hanging in the center of a spider web, with four claws spreading and the head fixed.

"The big black capture plan is completed!"

This line should have been said after beating Black handsomely... It's a pity that I don't have much momentum now.

The three of them walked through the rain and towards the cave.

After entering the cave, William's wand shook and shot out a blue and white light.

The black dog immediately twisted and turned into a man in mid-air.

His body was covered in dirty, tangled hair, drooping to his elbows; if the eyes hidden in the deep and dark sockets did not glow, he might be a corpse; waxy skin was pressed against the skeleton on his face, looking like a skull.

He grinned with his yellow teeth, as if he was crying and laughing, and was crazy.

William and Hermione looked at each other, and at least they confirmed the first guess: Big Black is really Black.

Although Anne was mentally prepared, she was still very sad. She was really deceived.

Black spread his limbs and hung them against the wall like a specimen. His thin chest quickly rose and fell, watching William slowly approaching.

The point of the wand is aimed at Black's heart.

"Do you want to kill me, William?" he croaked.

"Of course not, I'm going to give you to the Dementor." William whispered.

"Catching Voldemort's successor, Death Eater Black, and the three of us, maybe even the Order of Merlin.

This will be my second Merlin medal.”

"I am happy to be sent to Azkaban by you, and I should be locked in it for the rest of my life," he said calmly.

"But before that, you must know the whole story..."

"All inside story?" William's wand lightly tapped, and the stones on the ground turned into three chairs.

The three of them sat down separately, William waved his wand again, and a plate of egg yolk crisp and three cups of black tea appeared on the table.

He picked up the cup, took a sip of the hot black tea, and removed the cold air, and said gracefully:

"Tell me, I like to listen to stories the most. You'd better say something I don't know."

Black's throat twitched, his eyes staring at the plate of egg yolk crispy.

He begged, "Give me some food..."

William pinched the egg yolk crisp, put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and enjoyed it with his eyes closed for a while before swallowing it.

"Hungry? After listening to your story, I will decide whether to give you a piece of egg yolk pastry or a dementor kiss."

Black glanced at Anne again, and the little girl glared at him and said angrily: "Speak quickly! You damn liar!"

Black smiled and suddenly felt very happy. The three little guys still had this familiar taste.

At least I still remember the relationship during the summer vacation, and there is no chance of giving any explanation like killing a werewolf.

He pondered for a moment and said in a hoarse voice:

"I know it's hard to believe, but Petr...is still alive, he is like me, an illegal Animagus, a mouse.

He was hiding on the Weasleys' youngest son, the boy with freckles on his face!"

Blackburn thought the three would be shocked, and angrily scolded him for lying, saying that he was a lunatic, and even hit him... he could understand.

After all, if it were him, it would be hard to believe such words.

Unexpectedly, the three of them had a plain face and were quiet.

even……

William couldn't help but yawn, as if he didn't sleep well last night;

Anne and Hermione were competing for a piece of egg yolk pastry, and there were still seven or eight pieces next to them!

It seems that the news that 'Peter is a mouse' is not as important as egg yolk crisp.

Hey, I went through so much trouble to escape, being a dog, living in a cave, and eating mice...

Can you react a little?!

This news,

Aren't you shocked?!

Black was extremely annoyed. He said angrily: "Did you realize the seriousness of the matter?"

"Oh! Merlin's beard, is it Peter? This is so shocking!" William said in a scathing tone.

“…”

"How did you know about this?" Hermione snatched the egg yolk pastry and she asked sharply.

"You've been locked in Azkaban, how could you know that Banban is Peter?"

"Newspaper!" Black lowered his head and signaled in his arms.

William snapped his fingers and a wrinkled piece of paper floated out.

This is a "Prophet Daily" from last summer.

The headline is the Quidditch World Cup.

In the corner, there are photos of the Weasleys. They won the 700 Gallon Award and Ron's shoulders are covered in spots.

"How did you get this newspaper? Azkaban also provides newspaper services to pass you the time?"

Is it so human? William was so moved.

"Foggy... Last July, he brought Malfoy to me..." Black recalled.

"Malfoy?" William raised his eyebrows.

Finally, there was some unexpected news.

"He wants Black's property!" Black spat with disdain, but he was weak and spit on his clothes.

“When I was sixteen, I broke up with my family, and my dear old mother removed me from the genealogy.

After her death, her only son, my younger brother Regulus Black, died.

According to her will, I have no inheritance, but I am the only alive male in the Black family.

This is true for ancient families, preventing the outflow of property and being protected by blood-related magic.

That magic ensures that even if I am removed from the list, according to my true blood relationship, I should inherit those damn gold.

Malfoy wanted to get the money, and his wife Narcisa was my cousin!

She came once the year before, and last year it was Malfoy.

He persuaded me to transfer my property to him, use the money to help with the operation and let me out."

"Did you agree?"

"Promise? He is a Death Eater and wants to lie to me too?

Moreover, I thought I should die there. I didn't plan to go out until…” Black's face twisted again.

"Until they left, I asked for a newspaper..."

"You saw Banban and knew he was still alive?" William asked.

"That's right... Peter... on the boy's shoulder... I recognized him immediately." Black gritted his teeth.
To be continued...