Seeing Shawn draw his wand outright, Harry paled in alarm and hurried forward to clutch his wand arm.
"Chief, don't act rashly. Cough, cough... Sirius didn't mean it. He... he's just been locked up for too long."
Shawn looked down at Harry, whose loyalties had shifted far too quickly.
Then he glanced at the defiant Sirius.
He had a feeling that if he really let Sirius out someday, this father-and-son pair would team up and drive him to an early grave.
Did heaven send them to torment me? All the self-control in the world is useless.
Leaning against the bars, Sirius saw that Shawn seemed about to punish him. He showed no inclination to make peace, nor any awareness that he was asking someone for a favor. Oblivious, he stuck out his chin and said,
"Shawn, what spell are you going to torture me with? Harry, this is your so-called good man? Of course, the Black family produces nothing but Dark Wizards! Hmph, what was I expecting?"
In the neighboring cell, Bellatrix joined the commotion. She hammered madly on the iron bars, laughing as she egged him on.
"Hahaha! Shawn, boy, kill him! Hurry up and kill Sirius, that family traitor! Hahaha! Can't bring yourself to do it? That's all right. Give me your wand and I'll kill him for you."
Shawn glanced at Bellatrix's twisted features and crazed eyes. He knew she was not joking.
This woman really had killed Sirius in the original story.
His temples started throbbing again. Why did the Black family produce nothing but lunatics?
Sirius might seem normal, having betrayed his family and become a vanguard champion in the fight against darkness.
Later, he had poured all his love into Harry, and now he was acting like a shameless, thick-skinned nuisance with no sense