HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

"Sorry, I got the wrong one. This is a bottle for bleeding magical creatures." Lycoris smiled nonchalantly at Sirius and took out another 250 ml bottle.

Sirius' blood quickly filled the bottle, and Lycoris cast a spell on him to stop the bleeding.

"What's the last thing now?" Sirius was now more anxious than Lycoris.

You will soon know what dangers Harry will encounter, and you must help him solve them.

This way, even if he is captured and taken back to Azkaban, he will feel at ease.

Lycoris took out a pen, dipped the tip into the uncoagulated blood on Sirius's wrist and put it into his hand.

"Come and sign this thing." Licoris took out another piece of parchment and put it in front of him.

This pen is not an ordinary pen, but a Black family pen that Licoris got from Kreacher.

As for the function, based on what Kreacher said, Lycoris felt that it should have the same function as the pen her father wrote her name on the Prince family tree.

Sirius' face turned white from blood loss clearly read the words on the paper, and he asked puzzledly, "What is this?"

"I thought you could at least be literate?" Lycoris raised her eyebrows and urged, "This is a voluntary relinquishment of inheritance, not some devil's contract. Sign it quickly, and I'll tell you about it after you sign. Secret, now that I’m done I can go back to the common room.”

Sirius finished reading. The main thing mentioned above was to give up the inheritance rights of the Black family property and then transfer all his property to Draco Malfoy.

"Are you familiar with Draco Malfoy? Why did you transfer the Black family's property to him?" Sirius thought the name was familiar and thought about it.

I think I’ve heard this name before. Is he my cousin’s son?

"Malfoy is my classmate. As for why the property was transferred to him..." Lycoris sighed, "I wanted to transfer it to Narcissa Black, but the portrait in your family who speaks very loudly doesn't agree. She just Accepting Draco Malfoy."

Sirius was caught off guard by the news about his mother's portrait. He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"She still has the same temper."

Sirius sighed with emotion, his quill trembled, and he signed his full name.

He looked at the pen in his hand. This pen looked familiar.

When I removed my name before, I also used it to dip in ink and my mother's blood and paste it on my name.

I didn’t expect to see this pen again.

He looked at the girl opposite and asked firmly, "Have you been to Blake's old house? How did you get in?"

"You got in through a dog's hole." Licoris squeezed him.

Sirius laughed, his laughter laced with relief.

“Since you have fulfilled all three requirements, it’s time for me to tell you something.

“First of all, how to obtain this Marauder’s Map.

"I saw someone giving this to Potter before I went to Hogsmeade today, sneakily.

"Then I borrowed it to play, and I found two names that surprised me. Guess who they were?" Before Sirius Black could speak, Lycoris answered herself, "One is you."

"I was shocked at the time. Why did you really show up here? Are you here to kill Potter? But when I saw the other name clearly, I knew one thing." Lycoris deliberately let it slip.

"What can you know? Just by two names?" Sirius smiled with a hint of hoarseness in his voice.

"Of course I know," Lycoris looked into the eyes of the hanging man, "because the name of the man I saw is Peter Pettigrew."

"Impossible!" Sirius' tone instantly became serious, "He is dead. I saw it with my own eyes. He died in that explosion."

Lycoris was not interrupted by what he said, but continued to speak, "If he survived the explosion but didn't show up, then you are not the murderer of those Muggles."

"You came to see your godson Harry, right?" Lycoris said deliberately, "Look how lucky I am. I learned about your relationship while drinking butterbeer."

"Impossible! He must be dead!!!" Sirius struggled crazily in an instant, more intensely than every time before.

"To prove my guess, I came here tonight. And you are here as marked on the Marauder's Map, so I speculate that Peter Pettigrew is real." Lycoris retreated without leaving a trace. One step, "Do you want to take a look?"

Lycoris slowly opened the Marauder's Map in front of Sirius, who was stunned for a moment.

Sirius actually saw Peter Pettigrew, and he was very close to a man named Ron Weasley, who was right next to Harry's dot.

"Put me down! I'm going to save Harry now!" Sirius was afraid that he would hurt Harry. He was a traitor. "No, I can't get in. Go and save Harry!"

He really believed everything the girl in front of him said.

Because the Marauder's Map was made by the hands of four Marauders, it cannot lie - it is also a Marauder.

"Go and save Harry!"

"Why should I save Potter?" Lycoris' voice whispered in Sirius's ear, "He is a Gryffindor. Don't you Gryffindors always hate us Slytherins? "

"This is different! This is a life-threatening matter!" Sirius was anxious to death. She had no idea how urgent the matter was. "The two colleges hate each other. It is a matter of life and death. How can you ignore it?"

Licolis suddenly felt bored.

In the past, Sirius deliberately tricked his father, who was following them, into going to the Whomping Willow, and Lupine, who transformed into a wolf, almost killed him. It was James Potter who saved him, and he owed his life to James Potter ever since.

"I have no obligation to save Potter," Lycoris said calmly, "If you want to save him, you can save him yourself."

The girl's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Sirius' head.

He stopped struggling, "I beg you! I beg you, go save Harry!"

Licoris looked at him, with a lot of red bloodshot eyes on the whites of her eyes due to excessive excitement.

"Save him? What good does it do me?"

"You can do anything you want! Even if you want my life, you can even let me die! I just ask you to protect Harry!" Sirius' voice became hoarse.

"It would be easy for me to want you to die. Your life doesn't make my heart move." Licoris's words were colder than the ice and snow outside, "So I reject your request."