Once Sirius Black had bathed and changed his clothes,
he looked much more presentable overall.
Dobby had also prepared some food and set it on the dining table.
Sirius had just sat down and was about to ask his earlier question again.
But Douglas took out a photograph and handed it straight to Sirius.
There were five people in the photograph. One walked forward to open the door, while the others ate at a table inside the house.
Then one of them seemed to choke, and a strand of glass noodles shot out of his nostril, startling the others into hurriedly shielding their bowls...
Sirius wore a strange expression: three parts amusement, three parts sorrow, and four parts hatred in his eyes. He gently stroked the photograph, murmuring, "James, James."
Watching Sirius, Douglas suddenly felt a little sorry for him, but still said:
"That's Harry Potter, not James Potter..."
Sirius seemed not to hear Douglas. He pointed at Ron in the photograph and asked urgently:
"Why is the Weasley boy with Harry? Are they often together?"
Douglas nodded and said:
"They're best friends, both in Gryffindor. They aren't just often together-they're practically inseparable.
"I know what you're worried about. Peter isn't that stupid..."
At the sound of that name, Sirius lost his reason again. He immediately rose, muttering over and over:
"I'm going to kill him. Kill that traitor..."
Douglas had to raise his voice and shout:
"Mr. Black, calm down first. How are you going to get to the Scottish Highlands in your current state? Eat something first and hear me out."
But Sirius paid Douglas no attention and simply rushed toward the door.
Douglas waved his hand, and the Immortal-Binding Rope flew straight from his wrist, binding Sirius tightly from hands to feet.
Sirius roared:
"Let me go!