"I will appear in front of him. I will go by myself, but not today. I still say that - I don't believe you." Black spread his hands, "I don't know if you will hand me over to the Ministry of Magic because of Snape. I dare not bet."

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

"Ha~ Seeking justice? This topic is too far from me. I have my own way, a second plan, understand? I don't believe you, but I am not worried that you will leak the secret, because Snape is also Peter's enemy, provided that he knows the truth. You can discuss this with him."

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

Moreover, the secret keeper... The Potters secretly replaced the secret keeper of the safe house, and even Dumbledore didn't know about it. So everyone firmly believed that Black was a traitor?

The biggest question was solved.

The next step was to finish it off. Hand over Sirius Black's secret to Dumbledore and let him worry about it.

As for Black's reluctance... knocking him out was a good choice. He could get some of his blood and unlock the magical restrictions of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Felix looked up, "I insist on taking you with me." He raised his wand and a thin stun 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 stepped back several steps, took out a wand from behind, and looked at Felix proudly, "See, I told you..." The next second, his whole body twisted and turned into smoke -

Apparition!

The second wand!

Felix figured everything out in an instant. He disappeared at a faster speed and appeared in front of Black in the blink of an eye. He reached into the smoke and could even see Black's face, which was distorted with surprise.

The next second, the two disappeared together.

The space was changing and twisting. Felix stumbled out. He followed Black's Apparition and could not control his destination. In front of him was an unfamiliar earth slope, with trees growing strangely and black stones scattered all over the ground.

He caught a glimpse of a dark cave in his peripheral vision. Was it a beast's lair where Black was hiding? He identified the direction. This should still be the Forbidden Forest, but it was very deep, probably close to the other side.

Black rolled on the ground twice, but he did not even look around. As soon as he regained consciousness, he used Apparition again. If it was twice, wouldn't that terrible guy chase him?

He simply didn't believe that there was such a person who could break in at the moment when others Apparated and complete the follower's appearance...

His body began to twist into a ball of smoke. He knew he succeeded, which was very rare. Using this magic continuously was a great burden for him, and he was far from being in the best condition now.

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

He saw Felix's calm eyes. The two looked at each other, and Blake understood what he meant: You can't escape!

The next second, Blake was thrown out. His stomach kept churning, making him retch, but he immediately used the Apparition for the third time.

This time, he was almost exhausted. A corner of his torn robe was cut silently. There was a sharp pain in his eyebrows. The warm liquid covered his eyes. Split, this is split...

The Apparition ended, and his vision was dark. He couldn't help but pray that it must succeed.

Then he heard a familiar voice, "Why did you think of coming here? After so many years, you still can't forget it?"

Blake turned over and sat up, wiped his eyes, and under the blood-red perspective, he found that he was surrounded by a Muggle community. Everything here was familiar and strange. He had never returned since he left at the age of sixteen.

This is Grimmauld Place, where the Black mansion is hidden.

Black got up from the ground and touched his forehead. There was blood between his fingers. He was indeed torn apart, but it was not serious. He had no missing arms or legs, and he was not fixed in place.

The young man opposite looked at him with a scrutinizing look, and had no intention of taking action. Do you want me to give up?

Dream on! He just had a good idea.

Black waved his wand, and spells flew out with a large burst of red flames. He shouted at the same time: "Kreacher!"

Felix's heart moved and he slowed down his attack. An ugly, old house-elf suddenly appeared next to Sirius Black. "Take me in!" Black said. He tried his best to attack, but the occasional one or two spells from the other side had overwhelmed him.

Kreacher stood beside Black, chattering, "The young master is a disgusting, ungrateful bastard who broke his mother's heart. He left for more than ten years and brought powerful enemies with him when he came back for the first time. He didn't fulfill his responsibilities at all—"

"Shut up! Take me in, now!" Black yelled, his wand burst into a dazzling white light, and powerful spells condensed into more than a dozen rusty iron arrows in the air. They cut through the air, making a heart-pounding humming sound and rolled towards Felix.

At the same time, Kreacher reluctantly stretched out his shriveled fingers and placed them on Sirius Black's knees, and they disappeared into the open space.

Felix turned his wand lightly, turning the iron arrows into thin ropes and letting them fall loosely to the ground. His eyes penetrated through the layers of magical restrictions and saw Black slumped on the steps of an old mansion, his unsuitable wand thrown aside, grinning and breathing heavily.

He laughed heartily, "I won! What was the result of teasing Lord Black? Was it very uncomfortable? Ouch!" He screamed in a venting tone.

Kreacher stood beside him, wearing only a dirty rag, and at this moment he muttered in a hoarse, low voice: "The prodigal son of the noble Black family is glad that he has escaped a disaster, and provoking a powerful enemy that he cannot contend with. What a stupid act..."

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

...

Grimmauld Place, Felix walked to the place where Sirius Black disappeared before, squatted down, and picked up a drop of blood from the ground.