"...Woof?"
Staring at the dim and gloomy sky, Sirius fell into thought.
Just now... what happened?
Let him recall... first, he was sleeping, then awakened by the sound of a cat, ready to have dinner, and then... he got thrown over the shoulder by his dinner.
?
Is there something not quite right?
What's up with this Niffler?!
Sirius somewhat blankly turned over, looking at the "black wall" in front of him, he raised his head in a bewildered manner, above a fat belly was a pink snout and a pair of pitch-black beady eyes.
"Chirp chirp!"
Kabuda loudly condemned this big dog that wanted to eat it upon meeting... Well, it's a small dog now.
At this moment, Kabuda, standing two and a half meters tall, was undoubtedly the peak of combat power in the vicinity, it glanced at the seemingly dumbfounded black dog, and Niffler sighed — No way, it can't expect every animal to be as empathetic as it is, like Norbert, Poisonous Snake Green Pepper, and Pokemon, none of them really understand what it's saying.
Currently, only the Niffler descendants, the Kitty beside it, and that fiery big bird can communicate with it without obstacles like William.
It's normal if this dog can't, though Niffler King was somewhat annoyed by almost getting bitten, it thought over and decided not to fuss with these unlucky kiddos who haven't opened their non-human intelligence yet, to accomplish great things one must be accommodating—
Thinking this, Kabuda extended a paw into its pocket and felt around, in the next moment, blue light flashed, its form shrunk several times smaller, reaching a height where it could see eye-to-eye with the black dog before pulling its paw out.
Hmm, the tools given by the master are really handy.
"..."
Sirius's worldview somewhat crumbled as he watched the Niffler grow and shrink in front of him.
What on earth is this thing?
"Meow!"
Nearby, Crookshanks, startled by this series of developments, quickly rushed forward, leaping up and swatting the big black dog's forehead with an iron-willed paw — I brought the big brother to meet you, and this is how you act? Why don't you just eat me?!
Unfortunately, Sirius couldn't understand the meaning in those meow sounds; if he could, he'd probably say... It's doable?
The reason being, he was really starving recently.
Facing the Ministry of Magic's nationwide hunt throughout Great Britain, he couldn't expose his human form in any situation, couldn't buy food, couldn't snatch a Magic Wand, and returning to the long-separated Blake Manor was out of the question — who knows if he'd be welcomed by a House-Elf's long face? A room full of dust? Or...
A room full of wand-wielding Aurors?
No, no, no, it absolutely can't be exposed, so during this period, Sirius had been cautiously lurking in Hogsmeade, thanks to his Animagus form, those Dementors couldn't smell him —
And unable to turn human, he could only roam around trash cans hoping to find some food, and due to the constant lack of nutrition, he couldn't even beat the stray dog pack of Hogsmeade, could only find a way to seek leftovers during the night, and check out those Prophet Daily newspapers thrown away by Wizards.
And his wanted notice was still printed in the corner of the paper.
No, so he absolutely can't be exposed, until he catches or kills that scumbag, he must be very careful, Dementors won't heed his explanations.
So, facing Crookshanks's paw, Sirius chose to squat on the spot, his dirty tail gently wagging, displaying a harmless (simple) meek (dog) demeanor, the pitch-black eyes revealing a clear kind of foolishness.
The plan to unveil his real form instantly vanished, after figuring out the origins of this peculiar Niffler, he thought it best to hide his true identity.
Truly a dumb dog...
Kabuda blinked, somewhat speechlessly glaring at the black dog, originally wanting to take him back to the Room of Requirement, find something to eat to help the other nourish, but thinking again, it's better to first leave it, raising one's own underlings is one's responsibility, William probably wouldn't want to see him bringing back such a filthy creature...
So before doing that, it's best to give a good "training"...
Watching the Niffler almost eye-level with him, rubbing its paws while approaching, Sirius involuntarily tucked his tail tightly — suddenly feeling a bad premonition.
Cha, I really didn't mean it just now, can we reconcile?
...
...
"Knock knock——"
"Creak——"
The wooden door was pulled open from inside, the red-faced Half-Giant opened the door wide, he stared at the three little kids standing at his entrance, eyes slightly bulged, using his fan-like big hand to rub the head of the boy leading, "Why are you here?" Hagrid asked gruffly.
"Oh, we're of course here to see you, big busy person finally got some time—"
"Hey! Harry!"
Listening to Harry, Hermione discontentedly elbowed him, the boy somewhat grimacing as he covered his side.
"Oh, yes, Harry's right, it's been a while since you came to visit me."
Hagrid chuckled, teasing Hermione in a rough voice, the girl instinctively tried to argue, but Hagrid stepped aside, "Alright, alright, come in, it's getting dark soon, you can't linger here too long."
The trio entered the room, in the bright fireplace, firewood crackled as it burned, emitting a warm glow, Harry pulled off the thick hat from his head, the redness of his nose displaying his current state wasn't too great.