Snape, the Sunshine of Hogwarts.

Chapter 173 Blake's Downfall
Blake's gaze was drawn as if by a thread, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at Yuma.

His hand holding the wand trembled, the tip already pointed at the French Auror.

But he maintained this position for a very long time, yet he ultimately did not use Legilimency on Yuma, who had already accepted everything!
No one knows what Blake was thinking at that moment, or what concerns he had.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't used such a spell in a long time, and he wasn't used to using the wand in his hand, or perhaps his reason finally prevailed over his anger, making him think about the consequences of prying into the memories of a high-ranking Auror.

What did he say to you before he left?

Blake stared at him coldly, the anger in his eyes like a kettle that had been boiled over and then covered up, completely concealing his raging emotions.

Yuma observed all of his reactions.

Yuma couldn't figure out why Blake hadn't cast the spell yet, but she had nothing to hide about the matter Blake wanted to know.

Where Severus went after leaving France, neither he nor anyone else knew.

In an effort to find his whereabouts, the Ministry of Magic even investigated all the records of Floo Network usage throughout France, but found no clue whatsoever.

Clearly, Severus must have thought of this before he left.

He guessed that the Death Eaters would seek revenge on him, so he concealed his whereabouts and vanished from this dangerous place.

Yuma kept thinking, and he didn't forget to answer Blake's question.

"He didn't say anything, just thanked me for taking care of him during my time in Paris."

Upon hearing this answer, Black took a deep breath. He neither expressed doubt nor certainty, but simply gave Yuma a deep look before suddenly waving his wand and disappearing from the spot with a "snap".

After seeing him leave, Yuma could no longer maintain his composure. His expression became tense, and he quickly walked towards the stairs!

He opened the doors to each bedroom and finally found his wife and son, who were fast asleep, in the study.

After examining the two men and confirming that they were only under a stun spell and had no other problems, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked around the study, which was clearly ransacked by Black and had various books and letters scattered everywhere.

Yuma quickly went downstairs again, came to the fireplace, and sprinkled some Floo Powder. Within minutes, green flames ignited in the fireplace, and the flames transformed into the upper body of Gilal!

Sirius Black is in Paris!

The moment Yuma made contact with Gilar, she hurriedly relayed the news.

Upon hearing this, Gilard, who was in the middle of a meeting, immediately looked astonished.

"Who are you talking about!"

Sirius Black!

Yuma repeated the name once more.

Although only Girard's face was visible in the fireplace, there were clearly many other people around her.

Upon hearing Yuma's words, the people seemed to gasp in surprise, but Gilar turned around irritably to silence them.

After dealing with the chaotic scene around him, Gilar looked at Yuma again.

"How did you get this information! Did Snape contact you?"

Her first thought was what Severus had sent, and she immediately notified Yuma.

"No! Blake found my house, he kidnapped my wife and son, and tried to force me to tell him where Severus is! He ran away after failing to get anything from me! You'd better come here right now!"

Almost exactly two or three seconds after Yuma finished speaking.

Suddenly, green flames rose up in the fireplace!
As a burst of sparks erupted, Gilal appeared at Yuma's house. Upon hearing Yuma's words, she immediately made a decision and came here from the Ministry of Magic.

Behind her, French Aurors, each wielding a wand, continued to emerge from the flames.

Gilal's robes were stained with a lot of uncleaned furnace ash, but she didn't have the energy to care about that now.

As she stepped out of the fireplace and saw Yuma, the first thing she asked was...

How did he escape?!

"Apparate!"

Yuma spoke very quickly.

"He stole my wife's wand and Apparated away!"

"Stuart!"

Gilar shouted out the name of an Auror.

Soon, a tall, long-haired male wizard led a group of people out, and they began to cast spells to trace the source of the phantom appearance.

The French Aurors, of course, had full authority. Within seconds, they had their catch. Without any hesitation, the Auror named Stuart led his men in pursuit!

Gilard did not leave.

She looked at Yuma with a serious expression.

Tell me what happened!

As an Auror elite who has worked for many years, Yuma certainly knows how to describe a matter in the most concise language.

Within two minutes, he had finished telling Girard the whole story.

After learning that Blake had taken such a huge risk just to find Severus's whereabouts from Yuma,

Gilard's face turned gloomy and ugly.

The matter is already obvious.

"They didn't flee France, nor did they intend to lie low; instead, they sought revenge against Snape!"

For Black, escaping the Aurors' pursuit was actually quite simple. As an illegal Animagus, his shapeshifting ability was not registered with the Ministry of Magic, which meant that even if the Aurors saw him in person, they couldn't possibly capture him, given this crucial information.

Just like now.

Huddled beside a trash can, Blake coldly watched the French Aurors appear one by one from the alleyways, beginning his investigation of the area, but never once glancing at where he was.

After observing the Aurors' actions for a while, Blake stood up and, like an ordinary stray dog ​​finishing its nap, slowly left the street, thus escaping the Aurors' blockade and encirclement.

He took such a huge risk today, but still gained nothing!
Upon arriving at Yuma's house, he conducted a thorough search of the French Auror's letters, but found nothing. Even in his diary, he didn't write about where the snotty-nosed man had gone; all he found were a series of laughable expressions of gratitude and exclamations after being tricked by that conman.

On the stairs, during the confrontation with Yuma, even without using Legilimency, Black could tell that Yuma was not lying despite his wife and children being coerced.

He truly had no idea where Snape had gone.

Without Snape, there's no way to find Harry, and no way to ensure Harry's safety!

Black couldn't guess what Snape was up to, but he was certain that the snotty-nosed guy with Harry had no good ideas.

He hid the wand he had stolen from Yuma's wife under the paving stones of an alley, and Blake, now a black dog, wandered hesitantly among the shadows of various buildings in Paris.

Besides Yuma, he certainly had another option.

According to reports from those magical news agencies, Nicolas Flamel seems to have a very special relationship with him, possibly because he was rescued by Snape.

Several reporters, after managing to catch a glimpse of Nico twice, all discerned in his tone a sense of praise and affirmation for the British wizard.

Furthermore, there are rumors that Snape had lunch at Lema's house with his children before he finally disappeared from Paris. Therefore, Nico is much more likely to know Snape's whereabouts than Yuma.

But in the current situation, Blake would dare to risk coercing a French Auror to extract information from him, but he might not dare to go to Nicolas Flamel!

He can be impulsive at times, but being impulsive doesn't mean he's stupid.

Nico had only been rescued from a kidnapping incident a few days ago, and the people gathered around his house were not only reporters from the Magic Newspaper, but also many French Aurors.

Black is now identified as a vicious Death Eater who escaped from Azkaban. Apart from Black himself, who knows he is innocent, everyone else believes that he is in cahoots with Barty Jr.'s group of Death Eaters.

Especially after he just coerced Yuma, it's conceivable that because of his actions, the Aurors will now raise their level of surveillance and defenses against the Lemaître family once again.

Black was torn and hesitant. He knew he had to find Snape's whereabouts as soon as possible, but the only place in front of him to find the answer to this problem was the Lemaître family.

But it's clear that for him now, the Lemaître family is a dead end.

Blake had never felt so lost and helpless. He wandered the streets and alleys of Paris, knowing exactly what he should do, yet walking aimlessly.

Time seemed to have encountered the "fairy thief" Baruch, and silently, the thin glow of the setting sun pierced through the countless skyscrapers of Paris, sprinkling onto Blake's pure black fur.

He hung his head and ears, unaware that a light rain had begun to fall in Paris. Blake jogged and took shelter in the nearest subway station. He avoided the station attendant and was just thinking about finding a quiet and clean place to lie down when he suddenly looked up and found that the place was full of disheveled and ragged Muggles, rats foraging for food, and stray dogs defecating everywhere.

Now, among all these people and animals, he is actually the most presentable and clean one.

This made Blake turn around and glance at the station attendant, who was lying on a deck chair, fast asleep with a weekly magazine covering his face, as if he hadn't noticed any of the people and animals at all.

This is clearly a gathering place for homeless people, with the words "Stalingrad Station" prominently displayed in French on the platform sign.

After discovering the purpose of this place in the city, Blake shook his dog head and became even more relaxed.

He hid at the edge of the tent set up by the group of homeless people, and, under the hostile gaze of a pack of stray dogs, established his territory there.

A light rain was falling in the city outside. People were coming and going in the old subway station. The Muggles who were busy in this steel jungle were transferring from their workplaces back home through such a key urban hub.

This relaxed mindset shift resulted in almost everyone among the Muggles wearing a smile, whether they were children, men, or women.

Blake lay on the cold floor, his forelimbs crossed under his chin, silently watching.

At this moment, his worries for Harry, his resentment towards Severus, and his incomprehension of Lupin were all mixed together in his heart, making him feel as bitter and nauseous as if he had drunk a pint of aged Gump, a social drink that would win him 100 Galleons if he could finish it in one go.

In the end, all that remained in his heart was regret.

He began to regret why he had been so foolish as to want to join Azkaban and punish himself instead of paying more attention to Harry.
Why would someone think that killing Peter meant they had already atoneed for their sins?

How many more mistakes will you make?

I'm sorry to so many people, Sirius!
Blake huddled in the shadows, letting out a whimper unique to canines.

Night deepened imperceptibly, but instead of becoming quiet, the homeless camp became increasingly lively.

Alcoholics and drug addicts are born to be accompanied by the night, and those who dance and revel under the stimulation of alcohol and drugs begin to party!

"Wow! You're a truly rare find! Would you like to try some?"

A drunkard spotted Blake huddled in the corner. He was clearly intoxicated, his face flushed, and he plopped down next to Blake while clutching a bag of beer.

In his grief, Blake didn't want to talk to this Muggle, but unexpectedly, a can of beer was poured into his mouth!
"Hey! Come have a drink with me! It's on me! Tonight's a good night, isn't it? Every night is a good night, and every night deserves to be celebrated!"

The chilled beer, which had just been taken out of the freezer and was still slightly cold, flowed down Blake's throat, providing him with a rare moment of comfort after not having tasted alcohol for a long time.

Instead of angrily shoving the beer the drunkard offered him away, he opened his mouth and gulped down the entire can in one go.

This surprised and excited the generous drunkard.

"You like the taste, right?" He laughed heartily, tearing open a new can as he reached out and patted Blake's head. "That's it! It's the best stuff! Drink up! Old Hunter's treating today!"

He gestured, feeding Blake beer while opening a can for himself, and they clinked glasses.

And so, the man and the dog began to drink heartily. The drunkard didn't treat Blake like a dog, and Blake, numbed by the alcohol, began to enjoy the moment of relaxation and pleasure!
They drank together until the wee hours of the morning, empty beer cans being thrown on the ground one after another. The drunkard, named Old Hunter, kept going back to the store to restock. When he ran out of money, he simply stole other people's beer.

Just as Blake was about to completely succumb to it, he suddenly saw a person in his eyes, which were already seeing illusions and inversions in the outside world.

An old man dressed in a gray-white robe, with long silver-gray hair, who looked so old he was unrecognizable!

(End of this chapter)