"Jack Silver?" Sirius's terrifying face showed a weird smile. He opened his mouth and showed his waxy teeth-

"Give up your weapons!" he said hoarsely, pointing at them with Ron's wand. The wand in Harry's hand swung into the sky and was caught by Black; while Silver waved his wand lightly, Sirius's spell quietly dissipated as if it had hit an invisible wall in the air.

Sirius took a step forward, staring at Silver. The smile on his skeleton-like face became even more weird: "I was surprised that the iron armor spell is still silently casting. I thought Hogwarts would no longer have such a talented student. Oh, you should be as old as Harry, and the third-grade wizard has performed like this. When you are as old as you, James and I will definitely not be your opponent, but now--"

The two wands on Sirius's hand released two spells, one red and one green. The spell penetrated the air and was about to hit Silver.

"Dong, dong." The two spells hit the invisible wall in front of Silver again, just like the "weapons to remove you". Sirius' eyes were surprised.

"Mr. Black, I have no intention of being an enemy of you." Silver raised his wand over his head. "It is indeed a very interesting technique to cast both spells together, but its shortcomings are obvious - the power of each spell has been reduced by at least half. Mr. Black has been tortured in Azkaban for thirteen years. His physical condition is so poor that he cannot take over me who has mastered the super armor protection in a short period of time. And as long as I raise my hand, I can send out an alarm signal-Hogwarts and Hogsmede's Aurors will soon arrive here, and I believe that this result is not what you want to see."

Sirius let out a strange laugh, and the laughter made the dust in the house jump. Sirius put away his smile: "Are you threatening me? Jack Silver?"

Silver shook his head calmly: "No, no, Mr. Black, I have no intention of threatening you at all. Obviously, I am just explaining a fact to you and striving to pursue a win-win result."

"Oh? Tell me?"

"The Black family and the Silver family are also intimately intimate—"

"Don't mention family friendship with me!"

"Oh, that's all there is." Silver took out a small wrinkled note from her robe. "The final payment for the double-sided mirror that Mr. Black had made with our Silver family eighteen years ago has not been paid yet."

"I guess Mr. Black won't be silly." Silver said with a smile. "Of course, in order for Mr. Black to be able to repay the debt smoothly, I will not report Mr. Black at this time."

"I can pay that money now, and-"

"Oh oh oh." Silver took a step back without any attention. "Mr. Black, you can't say that. Your final payment is not a small amount today. The price has soared over the past eighteen years, and the profits have increased. In this way, Mr. Black owes me a total of two thousand gallons in the Silver family. I'm afraid Mr. Black can't get it out now."

Black slowly lowered his wand. "Well, a wise boy. I have limited time and I can't be able to continue to hang out with you like this." He turned to look at Harry.

"I think you will come to help your friends," he said in a hoarse voice. "Your father will treat me like this. You are so brave and didn't go to the teacher. I am very grateful, because it will be much easier."

Harry's ears echoed his words of ridicule his father, as if Black had just shouted out loud. Harry's heart was full of hatred, so there was no place for fear to stay. For the first time in his life, he longed for the wand to return to his hands, not to defend himself, but to attack - kill people! He rushed forward, not knowing what he was going to do.

Silver stopped him. "Calm down, Potter. It will be no good for you to incite Sirius. I don't want the headline of the Prophet Daily tomorrow: "The Hogwarts student died tragically and screamed hut, suspected of being a ghost."

"If you want to kill Harry, then you want to kill us too!" Ron suddenly stood up and said furiously, although the action of standing up had made his face pale, and people were a little shaken when he spoke.

Something was flashing in Black's dark eyes. "Lying down," he said to Ron calmly, "you're going to hurt that leg even harder."

"Have you heard me?" Ron said weakly, even though he had to hold Harry in pain at this time to stand up. "You have to kill all three of us!"

"Although the atmosphere is wrong, I still want to add one more sentence." Silver stretched. "It's still a little difficult for Mr. Black to kill me."

"Of course, I can't stop him from killing you." Silver's voice was filled with pleasure, and he could not see any frustration."

"There will only be one murder here tonight," Black said, his smile getting stronger.

"Why?" Harry spat, "I didn't care last time, right? In order to get the little dwarf Peter, I could kill so many muggles without caring. Going crazy in Azkaban, what's the point?" He was excited and suddenly rushed towards Black.

"Everything is petrified." Harry froze all over and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Silver! Are you Sirius's accomplice?"

"Shut up, Potter." Silver's tone felt indescribable coldness. "Do you want to kill yourself and take Ron with you? You don't have any urgency or patience except for Gryffindor's recklessness? It's meaningless to anger Sirius. Mr. Potter, you're just kidding the precious life you finally exchanged for your parents' lives."

"He killed my parents!"

Black stared at Harry with his deep eyes.

"I don't deny that," he said calmly, "but if you know the whole story-"

"All inside story?" Harry repeated, with a fierce thrust in his ears. "You betray them to Voldemort, that's all inside story I have to know!"

"You must listen to me," said Blake, now there was an urgent tone in his voice, "If you can't - don't understand - you will regret it."

"I know more than you think," Harry said, his voice trembling even harder, "You've never heard her scream, right? My mom--try not to let Voldemort kill me, and you did that."

Crook Hill, who was beside him, suddenly made a strange grunt, and then there was a new sound—the low footsteps echoed on the floor—someone was walking downstairs. The door of the room was knocked open in a spark, and Harry turned around quickly.

"Lately no see Remus."
Chapter completed!