What on Earth Is Happening to This World?

In the darkness, Sirius opened his eyes and woke to find himself lying on a soft, comfortable bed.

Sirius abruptly sat up and looked around. Everything around him was pitch-black; he could not see a thing.

This was definitely not Azkaban prison.

If the Ministry of Magic had caught him, they would have had the Dementors suck out his soul immediately.

"Where am I?"

Sirius quietly transformed into a black dog, allowing himself to see in the darkness.

Lupin was lying in the hospital bed beside him, while Harry and his friends occupied the beds opposite.

"This is... the Hospital Wing?"

Sirius's mind was in complete turmoil. He could not understand why he was in the Hospital Wing and desperately tried to remember what had happened before he lost consciousness.

Someone had brought him here, but why had they not handed him over to the Ministry of Magic? Even if they were waiting for Ministry officials to arrive, they should have locked him up separately rather than leaving him unguarded in the Hospital Wing.

"Awake?"

A sudden voice in the darkness interrupted Black's thoughts.

Sirius twitched his ears and looked around again, but still could not find the person speaking.

"Over here. The photograph on the table," the voice reminded him.

Sirius followed the voice, his gaze landing on the photograph on the bedside cabinet. He recognized the man in it—his great-great-grandfather, Phineas Nigellus Black.

"What a troublesome fellow." Phineas looked at the dog's head leaning closer and complained, "You actually need an old dead man like me to solve your problems. And could you turn back into a human? I don't want to talk to a dog."

Sirius did not want to pay attention to the nagging man in the photograph and was considering whether to slip away while