Harry seemed particularly sensitive to the black dog. One glance at it was enough to freeze him in place.
Ever since he had left the Dursley family, he had been seeing black dogs from time to time.
A week ago, he had even seen a black dog on the cover of a book called Death Omens: What to Do When You Know the Worst Is Coming.
The great black dog was practically becoming his personal harbinger of death.
It left Harry deeply uneasy.
Silan was a little startled, too.
The black dog that had darted into the crowd was enormous even for a large breed, yet remarkably agile. It vanished in the blink of an eye.
The wizards on the street seemed to take it for someone's pet and paid it little attention.
Is that Sirius Black?
Silan gazed in the direction where the black dog had disappeared, lost in thought.
He remembered that Sirius Black's Animagus form was a large black dog.
Sirius Black, heir to the illustrious Black family.
The Black family's motto was "Always pure." Indeed, they were one of the oldest and wealthiest pure-blood wizarding families in England.
Most members of the Black family were fanatically obsessed with pure blood, believing that anyone born into the family was inherently noble.
For that very reason, generation after generation of the Black family had attended Slytherin House.
Yet a Gryffindor had emerged from that nest of snakes: Sirius Black.
Heir to the Black family, James Potter's close friend, Harry Potter's godfather, a wanted fugitive in both the Wizarding World and the Muggle World...
No matter how one looked at it, Sirius Black was something of a legend.
Seeing Harry standing in a daze, Ron waved a hand in front of his face. "What's wrong, Harry?"
"Nothing." Still shaken,