Chapter 838

"What secrets do wizards in the Wizarding World have before you? Unless they don't dream, and haven't died..."

Sirius Black suddenly sprang up, pressing close to Xiang Xien.

"You... you, we once read that book, we all thought it was hypothetical, magic that only existed in legends...

But if it's true... no, it can only be true, you, you, you... do they, do they hate me? I ruined everything, it was me, I destroyed everything, I am a sinner, I should have been imprisoned in Azkaban, that is the price I deserve...

But do they, do they hate me?"

Xiang Xien was silent; he didn't speak, only gesturing with his hand for the kettle to pour three cups of steaming pumpkin juice.

Sirius Black realized belatedly that his emotions were too agitated, and he hurriedly sat down, his gaunt body almost sinking into the chair.

"Those who love us, do they truly leave us? Or is it that when we encounter difficulties, we remember them more vividly?

Those who love us and those we love, do they truly hate us? Or do they live in our hearts, becoming a part of us, and we are the ones hating ourselves?"

Xiang Xien said lightly and slowly, gesturing for the pumpkin juice to float into Sirius Black's hands.

Sirius Black looked at Xiang Xien in a daze; as the warmth of the pumpkin juice flowed into his throat, countless past images flooded his mind uncontrollably.

The lights of Diagon Alley dimmed, only the windows of the Leaky Cauldron still casting a warm yellow halo.

Sirius Black had been stunned for a long time without moving, until the steaming pumpkin juice gradually turned cold, until a rooster's crow awakened the day.

Xiang Xien had left early, but he didn't return to Hogwarts immediately.

According to the plan, he had initially gained Sirius Black's trust; next, after assisting Sirius Black in completing some not-so-difficult tasks, he could easily enter the Black ancestral home.

But now it wasn't needed...

Xiang Xien looked at a box placed far away, which contained perhaps the most evil wizard creation—the Horcrux created by Voldemort, Slytherin's locket.

As early as the first time Will entered the Black ancestral home, the Pukwudgie butler had nimbly found and brought it out.

During the few days of researching magic remodeling in Diagon Alley, Xiang Xien could see Sirius Black standing sneakily on the balcony of the Leaky Cauldron, watching Harry sitting in the bright sunlight outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, finishing his essays.

The ice cream parlour owner, Florean Fortescue, would sometimes discuss things enthusiastically with Harry.

This wizard not only knew many things about medieval witch burnings but also gave Harry a free ice cream every half hour.

Every time this happened, the haggard, gloomy man almost crushed the balcony railing.

To prevent him from jumping straight off the balcony, Will watched him, not daring to relax for a single moment.