Chapter 157: Sirius

Time came to half a day ago.

Murphy was playing Tetris in a Muggle game hall leisurely, while on the other side, he was looking for the traces of Aurors through the shared vision with the lightning crows, preparing to give them another painful blow.

Because the crows participated in his Animagus ritual, they actually became a part of his Animagus.

That is to say, these crows were now his symbionts and clones.

This is an extremely powerful ability with huge potential for excavation.

However, Murphy generally only uses them to share vision for monitoring, or acts as a drone with strike capability, and has not tried more application methods that might cause a greater burden on his body.

In fact, he felt that he was now a glass cannon.

In a state of all-out fighting, he felt that he might be able to go 50-50 with Dumbledore, or even, it might not be impossible to kill him by means of lightning raids.

But, relatively speaking, his body was on the verge of collapse due to the huge defects brought by the imperfect Animagus transformation.

While dealing 10,000 damage in full power, he himself had to suffer 9999 points of backlash first... Whether he could kill the enemy was unknown, but he himself was almost certainly dead.

Currently, he could only use his abilities carefully, hoping that those medical experts could come up with some treatment plans for him.

Thinking about these things in his mind, his movements didn't stop. He had already hit the full score of 999999 points in Tetris, breaking the game hall's record. A circle of Muggles stood behind him, watching Murphy's dazzling hand speed and operation with fascination.

Suddenly, in Murphy's right eye wearing an eye patch, from the vision of Miss Coo-coo-coo, he found an acquaintance.

"Finally found you, Mr. Black."

In fact, Murphy using crows to monitor was not just to strike Aurors.

Another purpose was to find the hidden Sirius Black.

Playing turn-based games with Aurors was not his style. Once an offensive was launched, he hoped to keep adding weight to hit the other party to death directly.

And Sirius was another weight he prepared on the scale to topple Barty Crouch.

There was business to do, so Murphy ended the game and wrote his name on the arcade: Anon.

He stood up, and a round of applause came from behind him, "Great! Bravo! Wonderful! You are the true Tetris master!"

The arcade owner even gave him a bottle of wine, "I will hang up your record, are you sure you don't want to leave your real name?"

Murphy smiled, "Mystery is the core of legends, isn't it?"

He said, raising the wine bottle, "To the game, to the great Tetris!"

While Murphy was playing games and drinking, Sirius Black's situation was very bad.

He found that he was being followed.

And the followers were several Dementors he was most worried about encountering.

These days, the number of Aurors in Diagon Alley had dropped sharply, and Dementors were left unmanaged. Fortunately, Diagon Alley had few people coming now, so they didn't cause too much trouble.

But the decrease in the number of people meant that Sirius's cover was getting less and less.

Recently, he found it increasingly difficult to hide.

If possible, leaving Diagon Alley was actually the wisest choice, but he couldn't do it.

Wormtail was here.

That despicable mouse, the last time it appeared was here.

From the moment he knew Peter Pettigrew was still alive, anger had been burning in his heart all the time, and what was stronger than that anger was regret and guilt.

His best friend died because of his arrogance and stupidity. This hatred would not be avenged for a day, and he would not be able to sleep peacefully for a day.

He had tried to follow Branco Lloyd. He saw him holding the mouse in the newspaper before, and Sirius once thought it was Branco's pet.

But that old Auror was very difficult to deal with and almost discovered him several times. Later, he never saw Branco appear with the mouse again.

Maybe that rat also knew about his prison break and escaped from Branco.

Maybe it had run to another place, maybe it hadn't been in Diagon Alley for a long time.

But in the vast world, where would he find a mouse?

So Sirius could only continue to stay here, desperately waiting for that trace of possibility.

However, misfortune still favored him earlier than luck.

While going out to find food, several Dementors discovered him. They seemed to recognize his scent, so they chased very closely, even if he transformed into an animal, he couldn't shake them off.

In the panic of fleeing, he was forced into a dead end. He nervously pulled out his wand. This was an old wand he stole in Knockturn Alley, very uncomfortable, but at this moment, it was perhaps the only thing that could save his life.

The Dementors pounced, and Sirius tried hard to recall those beautiful memories and then use the spell.

A thin silver blue smoke sprayed from the wand tip, unable to form a true Patronus at all.

No way, the happiness in his heart was already very little, and the wand in his hand was very uncomfortable. Being able to do this was already his limit.

The silver Patronus light blocked the pounce of two Dementors, but it angered the remaining Dementors.

More than ten Dementors pounced at the same time, bypassing the Patronus light, and one of them got close to him, opened its foul-smelling mouth, and took a fierce breath.

Cold, despair, in an instant, Sirius seemed to have returned to Azkaban. Fear made him tremble all over, and the uncontrollable despair made him unable to support the Patronus anymore. With a "bang," the barrier shattered.

Between him and Death, there was no barrier anymore.

Dementors seemed to have some kind of contact mechanism. After a while, they gathered more and more. Every one that flew over wanted to take a breath at him.

Without the restraint of Aurors, they didn't know how to restrain themselves, and for this prisoner who escaped from their custody, they didn't intend to let him go.

What they wanted was to suck his soul dry and make him die completely.

Sirius's struggle gradually became powerless. In his eyes, there were only countless Dementors dancing in the air like Death.

At this time, he even lost the emotion of fear. His soul was frozen, his thoughts had stopped, and he was only one step away from death.

Just then, a bolt of lightning struck a Dementor, making it escape far away like a frightened fish.

"I heard that Dementors are not afraid of any magic other than the Patronus."

"I really want to know, can a billion-volt lightning kill you?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 158 =====