Chapter 862: Beautiful Dream

"Let me see them one more time, I beg you, I am willing to give my all, anything at all...

If you need to sacrifice anyone for the great plan, please think of me."

Sirius stared straight at Xiang Xien; Xiang Xien didn't know why he was so easily willing to go through fire and water for a wizard.

Unless... he was already dead.

Now he was just like a ghost.

But coincidentally, Xiang Xien knew what could ignite a soul.

"You still need to deal with Peter."

Xiang Xien said.

"Oh, of course, but I think there is also Lupin. He works at your bookstore, right?"

Sirius said.

"Alright, then what about Harry?"

Xiang Xien said slowly.

"Harry... he has his aunt..."

Sirius hesitated.

"Why not ask him? If you don't ask him, he has no qualification to make a choice.

Sir, this cannot count as a good decision."

Xiang Xien said softly.

"I..."

Sirius completely lost the strength to argue.

"You are his godfather, right?"

Xiang Xien added the final bargaining chip.

"Of course, of course..."

Sirius's voice turned hoarse.

"Oh, then do it for Harry. If you clear your name, he might be very happy to live with you."

Xiang Xien smiled.

Sirius was still staring at the wall in a daze; in the distant Leaky Cauldron, in the compartment of the room where he lived, there was a face he knew all too well.

"I have seen him; his face is like his father's, and also very much like his grandfather's.

And his eyes are like his mother's."

Sirius murmured, suddenly turning to the young wizard again.

"I owe him, sir, but I understand even more that if we cannot stop the Dark Lord from making a comeback... everything is just empty talk.

What is the benefit of opposing the most evil wizard in the world?"

Sirius had a terrifying look of determination,

"It is to save some innocent lives."

Xiang Xien looked at this man, the haggard man, the man who had been locked in prison for decades, he still upheld courage and kindness, just like a flame that could not be extinguished.

"I think you are always the same as me, a wizard like you, a wizard the Dark Lord cannot ignore, who could clearly not step into this difficult and bitter battle...

So I can only reach one conclusion: you are fighting for conscience and the weak."

Sirius said word by word.

"Please, let me see them again, sir, honorable sir.

If I am visited by death tomorrow, I cannot not know if I still have the face to see them again; what if they don't want to see me? What if they loathe me?"

Sirius finished speaking, almost begging.

Xiang Xien finally sighed:

"Sir, everyone makes mistakes.

But I must remind you that for some wizards, the world behind the veil is not necessarily beautiful."

"Even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, it doesn't matter."

Sirius's eyes brightened.

"Then, I wish you a good dream."

Xiang Xien said sincerely.

Immediately, a Pu Keqi jumped out of the book-like locket on Xiang Xien's chest.

It glanced at Sirius with contempt, and then respectfully disappeared with the young wizard.

Sirius did not feel angry, but was instead overwhelmed by a violent ecstasy.

He walked toward the tapestry and began to clear the glass cabinet.

This work required very focused attention, because many things in the cabinet seemed very reluctant to leave the dusty shelves.

He had to tire himself until he couldn't move; only then could he sleep better.

—To welcome a beautiful dream, or to head to hell.

While clearing, Sirius was bitten hard by a silver snuffbox; within seconds, the bitten hand was covered in a layer of ugly hard shell, as if wearing a rough brown glove.

"Oh, it's fine, it's fine."

He said while laughing foolishly, and checked the hand with interest, then tapped it gently with his wand, and the skin on his hand returned to normal,

"It must be flesh-eating powder inside."

He looked very happy, then threw the snuffbox into the bag for trash from the cabinet.

There were still many things in the cabinet.

For example, a Doxy; Sirius swatted it dead with a book titled "Born Noble: Wizard Genealogy";

A heavy souvenir box that no one could open—inside was a pile of antique seals.

In a dusty box lay an Order of Merlin, First Class, awarded to Sirius's grandfather, rewarding him for his "contributions to the Ministry of Magic."

"Which means he gave them a pile of gold."

Sirius hummed a tune and threw the medal into the trash bag.

There was also a music box; once the spring was wound, it emitted a faint, ominous tune, and then Sirius found himself inexplicably becoming weak and sleepy.

Fortunately, his brain was still clear, so he quickly took out a horn, and then fell to the ground. ===== CHAPTER 863 =====