What Has Happened to This World?

Chapter 797: What Has Happened to This World?

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

Sirius abruptly sat up and looked around. Everything was pitch-black, and he could see nothing.

This was definitely not Azkaban Prison.

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

"Where am I?"

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

Lupin was lying on the hospital bed next to his, while Harry and his friends lay on the beds opposite.

"This is... the School Hospital?"

Sirius's mind was a mess. He could not understand why he was in the School Hospital and was racking his brains to recall 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 instead of leaving him defenseless in the School Hospital.

"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 speaker.

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

Sirius followed the voice and looked toward 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 drawing closer and complained, "You actually need a dead man like me to help solve your problems. And can you turn back into a human? I don't want to talk to a dog."

Sirius had no desire to pay attention to the nagging man in the photograph and