Harry Potter Reborn

The trial of the century is over.

The other wizards left one after another.

Sirius Black is now a completely free wizard.

He couldn't remember how he got into the elevator, crowded with a dozen wizards, and how he reached the ground.

His mind was confused.

He didn't know what to do or where to go.

Having been in Azkaban for too long, Sirius Black was on the verge of going mad, if not driven mad.

When he escaped from Azkaban, he still had another goal: to find Peter Wormtail and take revenge.

And now, Wormtail Peter has gotten the comeuppance he deserves and is enjoying the rest of his life in Azkaban.

And Sirius Black regained his freedom.

So he was confused.

This is the consequence of too much freedom.

In fact, Sirius Black actually had a strange and dangerous idea in his mind - he wanted to go back to Azkaban, huddle in the corner of a dark and gloomy cell, and watch the dementors floating around in front of the cell.

Occasionally being looked after by a Dementor, the feeling of having one's soul extracted is so familiar, as if it is carved into the depths of one's soul, so... memorable.

Sirius shuddered, not knowing why he had such thoughts.

He stepped out of the shabby red phone booth.

He is holding a wand in his hand. This is his wand. It has been confiscated by the Ministry of Magic for more than ten years, but has not been destroyed. Because he, Sirius Black, is an evil dark wizard and has committed heinous crimes.

So his wand is of historical significance and has the honor of being left to gather dust in a warehouse.

Now, it's back in his hands again.

He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar streets of London, the pedestrians and Beetle cars, not knowing where to go.

In the underground courtroom, he met Dumbledore and Harry. He wanted to follow them after the case was over. However, he did not expect that as soon as the verdict was announced, the two of them disappeared.

Sirius looked up at the gray sky. Just looking at it for a moment made him dizzy.

"The sky in London is still the same." Sirius muttered.

He raised the wand in front of his eyes, opened his mouth, and chanted for a long time. No spell came out.

First, because he hasn't used magic for so long, his head is a little rusty.

Second, he wanted to apparate, but he didn't know where he was going or where he could go.

He is a person who is out of touch with both Muggle society and wizarding society.

Sirius sighed heavily, and suddenly thought of the only place he could go to right now.

Sirius walked out of this remote alleyway where the phone booth was.

A black Porsche 356A car with license plate number 43-68 drove past Sirius and almost hit him. However, the two men in black sitting in the car had cold faces and looked straight ahead, without any intention of stopping to apologize.

Meaning, Sirius shook his head and didn't care.

He looked at the cafe on the corner diagonally across from the alley ahead, his eyes a little confused. Just now he seemed to have seen a familiar figure flashing past the glass.

But looking again, there are just a few ladies in hats enjoying their afternoon tea.

It's probably an illusion, Sirius Black thought.

He dragged his heavy steps towards somewhere.

A tall man who looked like a bodybuilder blocked his way.

Sirius' expression tightened and he immediately grasped the wand.

The man in front of me said, "Hey man, are you okay?"

Sirius' eyes were blank, wondering what this Muggle meant and why he was blocking his way.

The muscular man thought Sirius was still deaf. He shook his head sympathetically, put his hand into his pocket, touched it, and pulled out a five-pound note: "I think you need some help."

Then, before Sirius could react, this money appeared in his hand.

After stuffing the money, the muscular man was in a good mood and left whistling.

Sirius unfolded the crumpled banknotes. On it was an elegant-looking woman wearing a crown.

If Sirius remembered correctly, this Muggle was called ******. When he and his brother Regulus were young, he broke into Buckingham Palace and scared her.

But why did the Muggle man give him money? Do Muggles like to do this now?

When Sirius took another two steps and passed by a clothing store, there was a mirror standing in the closet. In the mirror, he saw his own image and understood why others gave him money.

Although the clothes were clean, they were more twisted than the banknotes in his hand. His hair was a mess, his beard hadn't been shaved for who knows how long and it had grown wantonly. The most important thing was his eyes, which were lifeless and very gray.

His desolate look was exactly the same as that of the begging homeless man he had seen on the streets of London. It should be said that it was more realistic. If all the beggars in London begged together, Sirius's results would definitely be among the best. (Author: This

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When Sirius looked at the money in his hand, he was a little bit amused, but it also made him see himself clearly. It turned out that he was like this in the eyes of others. Of course, Sirius didn't want to let himself become like this.

Although it was impossible for him to be as energetic as he was thirteen years ago, the thought of his voluntary change still drove away some of the death energy in him.

He walked faster.

When passing by a bakery, an alluring sweet aroma hit my nostrils.

Sirius' nose wrinkled up and his stomach growled.

He felt very hungry.

When he learned that the court would be held today, he was so excited that he didn't eat well all day yesterday.

Now he wants to eat something.

As soon as he stepped onto the steps and before he entered the house, a young girl in uniform inside looked disgusted, waved her hand and said, "Get out, get out."

"I want to buy something." Sirius said.

The girl looked at Sirius suspiciously and asked in an uncomfortable tone: "Are you rich?"

Sirius handed the money over, and the girl picked up the banknotes and looked at them front and back to check if there was anything dirty stuck on them.

But she was disappointed. Although the banknotes were wrinkled, they were still new.

She said impatiently: "What do you want?"

Sirius pointed to a piece of bread and said, "I want that."

The girl quickly put the bread into the paper bag and took it to the cashier.

The girl at the cashier gave Sirius another £3 coin.

Sirius took a two-foot-long piece of bread stuffed with bean paste that had just been taken out of the oven and took a delicious bite. He took another sip of the cheap milk tea that was given as a gift and muttered: "This is your tip."

He pushed the money to the cashier girl who was always smiling, and glanced at the girl who received him.

Then he walked out of the store.

The girl who looked down on Sirius almost vomited blood from the look in her eyes. A voice came from the room: "Look what he means by that. Who does he think cares about these few pounds? Maybe the money was picked up from the ground..."

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After Sirius walked through King's Cross Station, he walked for about 20 minutes.

Finally arrived at the destination.

At this time he was already in the northwest area of ​​London, England.

Here is a lively and huge square called Grimmauld Place.

It is surrounded by world-brand stores and large chain supermarkets. Inside the square, there are many young people playing skateboards and doing fitness.

Sirius crossed the grass in the square, crossed the road, and walked out onto the sidewalk.

He exhaled slowly, puffed up his chest, and thought of the place he had never returned to since he ran away from home at the age of 16 in 1976: 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Crack...squeak...boom...boom..."

Continuous sounds came out, but no one outside the Muggles heard them. They were doing whatever they were supposed to do.

To Sirius' left was Number 11 Grimmauld Place, and to his right was Number 13 Grimmauld Place.

The Muggles living here have always had a question, where is House No. 12? But even the developers here can't answer this question.

When Sirius thought of that place, Number Twelve appeared.

If Muggles could see this scene, they would definitely think they were watching a movie: between houses No. 11 and No. 13, a crack suddenly opened. The crack began to expand rapidly, and a broken door appeared out of thin air.

Appeared, then dirty walls, gloomy windows... The modern buildings on both sides were squeezed and pushed apart like sponges, and finally a huge building shrouded in shadow appeared in front of Sirius.

Sirius hesitated and walked towards the door.

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Note: When I wrote this, I didn’t know who was printed on the 5 pound note. Baidu, Baidu said ******, was born in 1926. I had a doubt, who wrote this Baidu? Why did he only write his birth date?

It's also too inaccurate.

Then, I suddenly realized the problem. It turned out that the woman printed on the pound was still very healthy...