Hogwarts' Golden Glory

Prisoners in Azkaban were completely isolated from the outside world and unable to receive any information or mail.

The presence of Dementors immerses the prisoners in memories of despair and pain, preventing them from paying attention to changes in the outside world.

Therefore, during Sirius's 12 years in Azkaban, he had almost no chance to learn about the outside world.

This includes the death of his mother.

"My dear great-grandmother passed away 6 years ago, and in her will, you are the sole heir."

Upon hearing this news, Sirius's body trembled violently.

"Wolbuga... is dead?" Blake's voice was hoarse and low, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat.

He seemed to see the dark door of number 12 Grimmauld Place.

He heard his mother's shrill curses: "Disgrace! Traitor! You have tarnished the honor of the Black family!"

After thinking about all this, he quickly processed the sudden news.

It was as if it wasn't his mother who died.

"How...did she die?"

"Natural death," Kane said calmly and coldly.

"She clearly stated in her will that number 12 Grimmauld Place belongs to you. Of course, that is, provided you are still alive."

Blake's body trembled slightly, and the light in his eyes flickered uncertainly.

His voice was low and hoarse: "She...she really wrote that?"

"She hates me, hates that I betrayed the family, hates that I chose freedom... but she left the ancestral home to me? What is this? A final mockery?"

"Does she think this will make me feel guilty? Make me go back to that corrupt family?"

Blake's voice carried a hint of sarcasm, "No... absolutely not."

At this moment, Sirius heard the news of his mother's death.

There was no sadness whatsoever; in fact, I felt a sense of relief.

"Fine, I can give you that house, but what can you give me in return?"

At this moment, Blake laughed. After being tormented by the Dementors for so many years, his mind was no longer quite clear.

He couldn't believe that he was actually making a deal with an 11-year-old wizard!

Kane took a photograph from the inner pocket of his robe.

The photo shows a fat rat, missing a toe, curled up in a red-haired boy's pocket.

"Do you know him?" Kane's voice carried a hint of cold laughter.

Kane quickly stopped; he was starting to feel more and more like a villain.

Blake's gaze lingered on the photograph for only a second before his pupils suddenly contracted.

How could he not recognize this guy!

This guy betrayed the Potter family, causing Potter and Lily to die tragically!

This guy is the one who made him stay in this place for eleven years!

Eleven years. Do you know how I've spent these eleven years?

"Peter..." His voice was filled with anger, "That traitor...is he still alive?"

His reaction was even more intense than when he heard that Harry was having a bad time!

Kane continued, "He's currently hiding in the Weasleys' house as a rat, under the alias Scabbers. Nobody suspects him, nobody even remembers him."

His voice carried a hint of sarcasm, "He's doing very well, while you... are rotting here."

"That coward..." Sirius's voice was filled with anger and pain, "He killed James and Lily... He ruined my life..."

Black's thoughts drifted back to that terrible night—James and Lily's bodies, Harry's cries, Peter's betrayal...

His breathing became rapid, and the light in his eyes flickered uncertainly.

How do you know all this?

Sirius seemed to remember something! He suddenly rushed in front of Kane.

Aside from Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, and no one else knew about this!

"I have Marauder's Map."

Kane said calmly.

"If a living hero doesn't dare to come out and enjoy the honor, it means that he is afraid of something."

Sirius understood after hearing Kane's explanation.

After all, he was involved in creating Marauder's Map.

"I need to get out... I need to get out now!"

Blake's voice held an unwavering resolve: "I will tear that traitor to pieces with my own hands!"

Kane stood still, his gaze calm yet filled with a sense of oppression.

"No, if you go out now, you'll only alert them. Peter will escape, and you... will be caught again."

"So, I have one more request, and that is that you must listen to me!"

"You think you can do whatever you want just because you have a brain?"

The moment Blake spoke, he tried to rush forward and subdue Kane.

Use this to blackmail the other party into leaving!

However, years of imprisonment have made his body very weak.

Kane sidestepped his opponent, quickly grabbed Blake's wrist with his right hand, and twisted it forcefully.

Blake winced in pain, and his body involuntarily bent over.

Kane used his knee to push him down into the back and force him to the ground.

"What's wrong? Blake's acting like a mad dog right now?"

"Have you forgotten the Black family's aristocratic etiquette?"

Blake, who was bound by Kane, was clearly very dissatisfied, especially after hearing Kane mention the Blake family.

"Don't give me Tibu... Ouch..."

Seeing that Sirius, whom he had pinned down, was still getting excited, Kane increased the pressure on his hands.

Sirius felt like the bones in his shoulders were about to be crushed.

"You..." Blake's voice was tinged with shock.

He never imagined that this little wizard possessed such great strength.

"I'm the one who can help you," Kane's voice came from behind Sirius, "but only if... you listen to me."

"I will follow your plan."

Blake continued, his voice carrying a hint of deliberate sincerity, "But you have to promise... that I'll kill Peter with my own hands."

Kane slowly released his grip, took a step back, and kept his eyes fixed on Blake.

"Remember your promise. If you act on your own, you will not only ruin my plans, but you will also allow Peter to escape again."

Blake slowly got up from the ground, rubbed his sore shoulders, and forced a smile.

"I understand... I'll wait for your signal."

At this moment, Blake was already cursing Kane's ancestors to the eighteenth generation in his heart.

She had already made up her mind that once the other person left, she would transform and escape this awful place!

Those stupid Dementors will never find me!

Kane was already standing at the cell door, his hand on the iron door handle.

Just as he was about to leave, he stopped, turned his head slightly, and his voice carried a hint of a smile.

"Don't worry, I won't let you escape as a dog."

Blake's body trembled violently.

"You...how could you..." His voice held a hint of disbelief. "How did you know I would..."

"Mr. Blake, who do you take me for? An ordinary 11-year-old?"