Chapter 787

"Do you really want to kill me?"

Black did not struggle.

He looked up at Harry.

Then he said hesitantly, "Why don't we wake Darren up first and let him listen to my story too?"

"Enough!"

Harry pointed his wand at Black's chest.

"You almost killed Darren, and you still want to trick him? I don't agree! I am his brother, I won't allow him to wake up now...

Once I kill you, everything should be over; Darren doesn't need to know anything.

When he wakes up, there will never be anyone like you again!"

A ferocious look flashed in Harry's eyes.

"No, don't..."

Black said in a panic.

"You can't do this... you don't know anything about what happened back then, and I didn't intend to..."

And you can't kill people, Harry; if you kill someone, you will become corrupted...

"Corrupted? Like you? But when you did this to my family, why didn't you think about yourself becoming corrupted?

You don't need to say anything more. I thought about handing you over to the Dementors before, but now I've thought about it and decided against it.

You were able to escape before; who knows if you'll be able to get out again? I won't allow you to hurt my family again! I won't allow it!"

Harry looked like he was about to kill Black the next second.

But Crookshanks stood on Black's chest, looking at Harry with wide, pleading eyes.

It seemed to want him to let Black go.

"Get lost!"

Harry cursed angrily.

But Crookshanks wouldn't leave.

Harry's fingers trembled slightly.

If it were Black, perhaps he could do it, but he really couldn't bring himself to act against Crookshanks.

He could only tell himself in his heart that since Crookshanks was looking for death, he shouldn't stop it.

He should kill Crookshanks along with him.

"Harry, you can't kill anyone... if you kill him, you'll go to Azkaban. What will you do about Darren?"

Hermione said worriedly.

Harry's heart skipped a beat.

If Darren knew he had killed someone, he would definitely be in great pain.

He had always been proud of him as a brother, and yet he would end up in Azkaban for murder...

Harry fell silent.

He pointed his wand at Black, but for a long time, he didn't strike.

Finally.

Someone moved.

It wasn't Harry, and it wasn't Black... neither of them.

It was a sound coming from outside.

It was as if someone was walking in. Their footsteps were very hurried.

Hermione's eyes were filled with hope.

She shouted loudly, "Come quickly! It's Black, it's Sirius Black!"

Fear flashed in Black's eyes.

He scrambled to get up in a panic; Crookshanks was almost shaken off him.

For a moment, Harry thought about just killing Black right then.

But he hesitated when he looked at Darren's sleeping face.

Killing someone in front of Darren...

He didn't act.

And he didn't have time to.

Because thunderous footsteps had already rushed up.

It was Lupin.

He looked around.

Darren was lying on the bed, motionless, and beside his bed was Ron, whose leg had been bitten off.

Blood was streaming from his leg.

Harry was pointing his wand at Black, and Hermione was looking at him with a wand in her hand, pleasantly surprised.

Black lay at Harry's feet, covered in blood; he looked like he had collapsed, closing his eyes in despair.