Glory To Slytherin

"What deal can we talk about?"

Sirius Black said hoarsely, tilting his head slightly, "After catching me as a wanted man, shouldn't the next step be to send me to the Ministry of Magic? Maybe they can still give you a Merlin medal."

Ulysses shrugged noncommittal and said with a smile:

"Merlin Medal? I don't really value that stuff... and I don't think you are the kind of crazy murderer mentioned in the newspaper."

"Just because I didn't kill you?"

Sirius Black's messy hair fell down and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Just because you didn't kill me."

Ulysses smiled, and said to his heart that because I know you and Peter Pettigrew's mess.

He paused for a while, and then said, "Actually, I have heard a little bit about you. You don't want Harry to always think that Godfather Own is a murderer, do you?"

Sirius Black slammed his head up, staring at Ulysses' eyes, and roared:

"So what! I just want to bite that damn mouse to death in one bite!"

"Obviously there are many ways to solve the problem, you just have to choose the one that makes everyone uncomfortable."

Ulysses shook his head and said contemptuously, seeing the anger on Sirius Black's face, and then said, "Apart from hatred and self-blame in your mind, there is nothing else? Think about your godson, think about it. Lee, he has lost his parents for thirteen years."

Sirius Black's face was stiff, and a tangled look appeared.

"After escaping from Azkaban, wandering like a lonely ghost, haven't you thought about asking someone to help you and vindicating yourself? Wouldn't Dumbledore not even give you an opportunity to explain?"

Ulysses released his restraint. "Besides, what's the deal with catching that mouse? Is it even revenge for Harry's parents if he kills him?"

Sirius Black’s face rekindled his anger, and he roared, “It’s revenge! Revenge! Peter betrayed me, betrayed us! Betrayed James and Lily! You won’t understand—wait, why do you seem Know the truth back then?"

Speaking of the latter, his tone was a little more suspicious, and his eyes looked at Ulysses with alertness.

"You don't need to know this."

Ulysses said lightly, "You just need to know that I'm not malicious to you, otherwise I won't talk to you for so long. A curse will kill you."

Listening to his tone of killing a person is like killing a chicken, making Sirius Black's heart tight. In his student years, the Hogwarts students did not have a clear concept of Death. It was like the mysterious student in front of him. The magical power was unpredictable, and there was a taste of human life.

"who are you?"

He moved his imprisoned hands and unconsciously retreated a few steps.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Ulysses became a little impatient. He played with the wand in his hand and said, "Now, are you interested in hearing the deal I want?"

"you say."

Sirius Black sorted his thoughts, slowly recovered his composure, and said in a deep voice.

"I can help you catch Peter Pettigrew, and help you clear the charge, so that you can approach your godson in an open and honest manner. You also know that if you do it alone like you, the probability of failure is far greater than that of success. It is likely to be caught and thrown back to Azkaban."

Ulysses saw that he was able to talk well, the impatience on his face disappeared, and he said with a smile.

"What price do I have to pay?"

Sirius Black's eyes changed, and he said suspiciously. What Ulysses said undoubtedly made him extremely tempted, but he and Ulysses were not related to each other, and thought with their feet to know that it was impossible to get these benefits in vain.

"Don't use the ugly word'cost'. Get what you need."

Ulysses waved his hand and said with a smile, "Are you a f*ck Gus? Are you interested in telling me about the process of learning this spell?"

"Do you want to learn f*ck Gus?"

Sirius Black blurted out subconsciously, "But just go to the library to find this kind of thing or ask Professor McGonagall..."

He looked at Ulysses’ unmoved eyes, muttered in a low voice, and said, “Well...I knew this spell when I was in the second grade. For the guy with the moon face, I and Zhan M and Peter studied for three years before they learned it in the fifth grade."

Seeing Ulysses seemingly not interested in these things, he thought for a while and recalled:

"Learning f*ck Gus requires some extremely cumbersome steps... and the transformation process is particularly uncomfortable, no one wants to feel the second time..."

He told Ulysses about the body's reaction and senses when Af*ck Gus was deformed, and the level of detail was enough to see that he remembered this process still fresh.

Ulysses silently compared what he said with the process of his own Af*ck Gus transforming. Rowena Ravenclaw told him that his own body is extremely repulsive to ordinary Ah f*ck Gus, but he may be able to transform into a magical creature.

This is an unprecedented road, he needs to be cautious, so he has to collect all the information that can be used for reference.

After writing down all what Sirius Black said, Ulysses raised his head, looked at him for a while, and said with a shy smile:

"Can you... demonstrate it?"

Sirius Black's face was weird, and he looked at him in a daze, but he really started to deform.

His facial features began to change drastically, black hair emerged from his pores, his spine became more and more rickety, and his limbs began to twist.

Before long, a big, thin black dog stood in front of Ulysses.

Ulysses also firmly engraved the process of his transformation in his mind, and he felt his chin and meditated for a while before saying:

"Okay, change it back."

Upon hearing this, Sirius Black turned back into a human form, and suddenly felt a little ashamed. He felt like an animal in a circus...

"I'm afraid you also know that f*ck Gus's deformed perception is not enough to match my conditions..."

Ulysses groaned, and Sirius Black nodded clearly, waiting for his next words.

"Do you know the recent theft at the Ministry of Magic?"

"The one from the mysterious affairs department?"

Sirius Black frowned and asked. Although he was busy jumping around, he would look at the latest Daily Prophet when he had the opportunity, and he was not ignorant of current affairs.

"Yes."

Ulysses nodded slightly, "I need you to inquire about the information, don't let go of any details about this matter... No one knows that you are a f*ck Gus, right? It's a blessed thing to do this kind of thing. condition……"

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