Harry's collapse was very sudden.
"Malfoy went over there to look for books earlier," he said everything in a hurry. Behind her, he looked at Peter holding Harry and patting his face with a pale face, while Sirius's eyes were so fierce that he almost He tore the nephew to pieces and ate him alive, "Then - the house elf secretly found him - Malfoy said we can take whatever we like -"
"Aha!" Sirius said loudly, "I knew that old dog couldn't wait to show his loyalty to his pure-blood master. How about it? What did he do? He instigated you to please your father in this way. Are you happy, my sister’s precious little dragon?!”
"That's not the case, Sirius!" he shouted loudly in front of his two friends, "He didn't ask for it.
so! You can't look at the problem with a bias at this time! That thing - that thing wasn't even in Harry's hands at first! "
"——It cried and said that it wanted to dedicate this thing to me." It glared at Kreacher who was lying on the ground beside him, and the voice was squeezed out from his throat and between his teeth. "Along with other things, it said these You can’t throw things away, these are bck’s things, I deserve this—”
"Then Harry was a little interested in the locket," pointing to the pile of things on the table. Sure enough, among the pile of messy things, the locket was placed on top, and it was in the hands of Harry who passed out. It was picked out, "Harry just took one look at that thing and passed out!"
He slapped the table and stood up.
"No matter what it is, we won't let it go!" he shouted fiercely, taking a few steps forward to grab the thing and take off his glasses, "There are other things, watch me burn them to the bottom. Looking up to the sky, not even ashes are left——"
"Despicable Muggle, you can't do this!!!" Kreacher raised his head and shouted, his eyes filled with hatred, "You don't deserve to touch this noble item! And you - you can't do this to destroy it. Something!"
"Oh, really?" He laughed angrily, and asked as if questioning, "Do you really think I can't do this?"
He ignored it and pressed a switch on his glasses before Jean could stop him.
bump!
The bright red ray was dazzling and powerful. It penetrated the entire wall in one second. There was a constant sound of the wall breaking amid the flying dust. The wall was completely ruined, and even the paintings hanging on it were not there. Even the corridor behind it was not spared.
She couldn't help but scream, but she quickly covered her mouth. Her eyes wandered around uneasily. The face behind her looked like she had seen a ghost. Her scream was choked back by Jean's understatement. inside.
He just looked at the Muggle who was talking to his uncle about stupid Muggle motorcycles thirty minutes ago, and apologized lightly.
Is this a Muggle?
Underneath the frightened expression was a turbulent heart.
--this! yes! Muggle? !
"I'm sorry to break your wall," he said to Sirius, "but if I could, I'd really like to break that damn elf too."
"It's nothing!" Sirius said, "I've wanted to do this for a long time!" His eyes were like the coldest knives, stabbing Kreacher one after another.
After taking Nina out to comfort her who was frightened and crying, Lupine came in and spoke to Peter anxiously and slightly comfortingly. The young man held Harry in his arms as he fell down in the first second, and rushed to the bed eagerly. She checked him for any wounds and asked, "I know a little bit about the magic of body examination. Can you let me see Harry?"
The silver-haired young man remained silent and exposed the boy in his arms a little, but Lupin could clearly sense his vigilance and preparedness. The young man's eyes never left Harry for a second. Lupin believed that if he touched Harry without permission, , the young man will take Harry and run away immediately.
"His body is fine," Lupin said uneasily after casting a few checking spells, "but he is unconscious and not asleep - his vital signs are weakening, Sirius, only a little, but definitely weakening. Got it!"
"What does this mean?" said.
"He's fine, but it won't work if he continues like this." Lupin said concisely and to the point.
But just this sentence has made Sirius's anger continue until it explodes. This sentence seems to have cut a knife in this tough guy's heart, unleashing all madness.
"I hate this place," he said through gritted teeth. "I shouldn't have moved in. I'm going to kill this damn thing! I want him—"
"Sirius." Lupin felt that he was one head and two heads away, "We should first find out what happened to Harry."
The expression on his face was arrogant and contemptuous. He looked at the house elf who quickly moved to the side with magic and said: "You stupidly think that we are easy to bully, right? Do you think we can't do anything to you at all? It's really too much Great, if you were an American, you know, you would still be lucky enough to go to jail because you only have the crime of intentional injury, but it’s a pity that you are not a human being, right? That means I don’t have to go to jail if I beat you half to death!”
"!!" Jean reached out and pressed his shoulder, "Don't be impulsive!"
"Jean, you told me not to be impulsive, but why don't you be impulsive now!" He was furious, "It looked down on us and Harry from the beginning, and now it has done something to harm Harry and turned it into this!"
Although he has been at school for a shorter period of time than anyone else, there is no doubt that he has a very good relationship with Harry. They say they bicker from time to time, but in fact they get along very well. Even if he likes to tease Harry, he is also one of the people who cares about Harry the most. Don't mention that Harry is still Charles' son.
——Which mutant in the school doesn’t love Charles Xavier? Who would refuse to love and protect his only son?
Jean tried hard not to follow the anger:
"It didn't mean to harm Harry - I know that." Jean's eyes looked at Kreacher, looking at every detail and expression on its face, and added, "The magic restraint on it prevents him from actively harming the wizard."
"Yes, yes, it can't. I've read in the book." He slapped his sweaty palms on his forehead, "But then how did Harry faint? Malfoy and I had nothing to do with that thing!" only harry"
"This is proof," Jean said, "I don't know magic, but I also know that it is quite difficult to change the probability of something." She stretched out her hand and gently picked up the locket, " It can't guarantee that this thing will only work in Harry's hands, it can't do that - it should have such character as a slave, and such racial characteristics destined them to not be able to use any advanced magic."
She moved forward slightly, her face calm, but Kreacher actually began to retreat uneasily, and her ears like cattails trembled violently along with her body.
"Have you really decided not to say a word?" Jean crouched down and looked at it levelly, "I know this is a very important thing to you, something left to you by your master."
Sirius scolded: "Tell me everything you know! What the hell is this!"
Kreacher trembled even more, but he just said: "Kreacher doesn't know what this Muggle lady is talking about, and he doesn't know what happened to young master Harry - Kreacher just wants the things from the Buck family to be taken care of by a lovely person." Dear master, take care of it——"
"Then I order you to say it!" Tengdi stood up, his gray-blue eyes full of burning anger, and his voice was sharp, "Say what you know, and then go and chop off your own head after you say it!" I think the bck family doesn’t need an elf like you—if my mother were here, she would definitely say the same thing!”
He stepped forward and snatched the locket with his hands, and asked Kreacher: "How come you have this? Who gave this to you!! Tell me, I have only seen Slytherin's ancestral locket once. There are records about it - I didn't even think of it just now - how could it be at bck's house! What is your intention in giving this to me - "
"regulus."
Jean suddenly interrupted his questioning and said a name with an extremely sure tone, "This is something from Regulus."
The sound stopped suddenly.
"Who is that?"
After a few seconds of silence, R frowned tightly and asked:
"Who is regulus?"
Sirius's angry expression was like a paused movie, stuck there without moving forward. His eyes were still staring angrily, and his mouth was open but he couldn't shout even a single word. He was shocked, he was so shocked by that name, and just a second after Peter's question came out, the old house elf knelt down and beat the ground and cried bitterly, his voice hoarse like a frog waiting to be slaughtered.
"Yes, yes -" he cried, "This is the thing of little master regulus!! It is the thing that little master regulus paid for with his own life!!!"
A very, very gentle and anxious voice called to him.
"harry!"
Harry turned his head, the sky and the earth were still a vast expanse of white. The strange thing was that he could actually tell where his feet were on the ground, and what he saw when he looked up was the sky. The white white roads around him were empty roads instead of hard walls.
He turned his head, but he didn't see anything. The voice seemed to come from a very far away place, and it seemed to be right next to his ears.
At this time, his trouser legs suddenly felt like they were being pulled.
Harry lowered his head - he didn't know when his trouser leg was pulled by a small black hand. It was charred all over and looked like one of the limbs of an underdeveloped baby. It looked like a hand but was not as flexible as a hand.
He was startled and took a few steps back, but a strange command came from the void.
"Pick it up."
The voice was cold and ruthless, but it had a wonderful allure. When Harry wanted to reach out and touch the hand, he was awakened by another call.
At this moment, the black hands spread out suddenly, like jet black toner, and disappeared.
"harry!"
"!!!"
Harry woke up suddenly, sweating profusely. He gasped sharply, his retinas gradually became clearer from blur, and his senses gradually became more sensitive. Therefore, he could tell that he was in bed with a blanket covering him. However, this was not home, and the people around him were not the ones after nightmares. His father can comfort him, but a circle of friends and elders.
"" His eyes shifted to the anxious face of Sirius, and he called softly: "Sirius."
"I'm here!" Sirius nodded in response. He sat beside Harry's bed, holding the boy's cold hand, looking gloomy and haggard, "Don't be afraid I'm here, Harry, don't be afraid. Do you feel uncomfortable in any way? ?Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere else?"
He wanted to ask all the questions out loud at once, but he deliberately lowered his voice for fear that this would scare the boy.
Harry smiled at him, and his other hand was shaken. He turned his head and saw Peter's silent and nervous face, Nina's expression of whether she wanted to cry or not, and her swollen face. Same eye circles.
"Peter, Nina." He said, then looked at the other people around, and said a little ashamedly, "I'm sorry, what happened to me?"
"You passed out you idiot!"
Harry heard his platinum-blond friend scold him like this.
"You don't even remember what happened to you!"
"Malfoy! Harry needs to rest, don't be so loud!" the brown-haired girl scolded him.
"I really don't remember." Harry answered honestly, "What happened to me?"
He clicked his tongue, gritted his teeth, and suddenly turned to his uncle and said, "I think it's better to behead that house elf first - who knows what kind of black magic stuff that crazy guy will come up with! And this Idiot," he pointed at Harry, "you don't know a thing!"
"Come on, it's as if you are much better than him." Sirius hissed, his voice seemed to be torn into thin pieces and it was difficult to make a strong voice, "Remus, take the children out."
Of course Harry didn't want to go out, but Sirius immediately said: "This is not your children's business. You have to wait until Harry wakes up. Now he wakes up - okay, even if it's a help, get him some food." , make a pot of hot tea and go now."
The two children had no choice but to walk back three times, while Nina was coaxed out by the gentle werewolf. His eyes followed them closely, and he didn't turn his sight back until the little girl disappeared by the door.
"Are you okay? How do you feel?" Jean was always a gentle big sister in front of Harry. She asked with care, "Does your scar still hurt?"
"I'm a little sleepy." Harry replied softly, "What happened?"
"It's nothing, Harry, it's just that there's a little problem with the locket." Jean sat on the edge of his bed. She was only seventeen years old, but mature as if she were twenty-seven. She spoke with warmth. He stroked Harry's forehead with his palm, "If you're sleepy, take a nap. We'll go back and report to the professor first, and we'll pick you up later."
"He can sleep here with me." Sirius said softly, "Don't move anywhere."
"No," Jean refused, "the professor never lets him stay outside."
"I'm not outside here." Sirius said.
"Do you really think so?" the red-haired girl said mercilessly, "I'm sorry, but I still want to say that there are some things that you need to do first, Mr. Bck."
She took the hand that was coughing a few times and looked at his watch. "It's two o'clock in the afternoon. We'll be back to pick him up at eight o'clock in the evening."
"I'll stay here." Peter said. He sat next to Harry's hand and held the boy's hand. The previous vitality suddenly disappeared completely. Harry lay on the bed and looked at him, while he smiled softly at his little brother and scratched the boy's nose.
"I'm here to stay with him - it would be too pitiful if our baby Harbao died of thirst because no one would bring him water."
He said this as if the cup they were using today couldn't dispense water on its own and float to his lips.
Harry's consciousness was blurred by thoughts, but he felt itchy on his face, and he didn't have time to care about it. He moved his hand slightly a few times, scratching Peter's palm, and the latter scratched back a few times, and then patted his face.
The itching feeling subsided instantly.
Then he fell asleep peacefully.
He sneaked in when Sirius was not in the room. Unfortunately, the person on the bed was still sleeping. The silver-haired young man sat next to him and flipped through a book. He yawned while reading and took a sneak peek, and found that it was actually a biology book.
He stood by the door and refused to go in. There were only a few steps between the door and the bed, but he was cautious as if he was going to cross the Grand Canyon. Every step must be carefully considered and the consequences would be death without burial.
It's true that Slytherins are cold and arrogant, but Slytherins are also the most aware of current affairs. Everyone around Harry looked at him quite unkindly, especially this man with strange silver hair who was convinced that he didn't want to get close to Harry at all! He looked at himself as if he was a bad person and thought he would lead Harry into trouble!
This is the first time in his life that he has been treated like this - a group of non-wizards who don't like him but don't say anything, but he can't and doesn't dare to have any bad attitude, because he can't beat them.
"Can you apparate?" he asked tentatively. He remembered that when Harry fell, this person was two meters away, but he hugged Harry faster than if he was close at hand.
"No." Peter didn't want to talk to this kid who might cause trouble to his little brother, but since he was Harry's friend, he still answered, "I just - run fast. Well, that's it. "
"Who are you?" he asked again. He bit his lip and said, "Harry, are you the same? Are you the same as the guy with glasses? Are you Muggles?" After saying that, he denied it himself, "No, you are definitely not Muggles."
Muggles have always been synonymous with weak and humble in the Malfoy family's dictionary. They don't know magic, they are stupid, and they are a lower-level species than wizards. Anyway, they know that Muggles are not a species that can shoot red light from their eyes and penetrate a wall with one glance. To be honest, if that were the case, wizards would have been there long ago. There is no place for survival.
——Are all Muggles that cruel? !
This is a question that keeps coming up in my mind.
"It depends on your definition, Malfoy," she uneasily stirred the hem of her skirt with her hand. She didn't know if saying this now would have any impact on Harry and Harry's friendship. She didn't want to see this be a bad influence, "If Muggles are people who don't know magic. But the difference between wizards and ordinary people is not the only one in the world - "
"So you know that, don't you?" When he spoke, he felt that his voice was so sharp and mean, but his heart was filled more with sadness and jealousy, "He told you, right? You I already know everything, but he asked me to guess by myself!”
"You can't guess it yourself," he said, half pissed off by this attitude, "Harry didn't tell me anything directly! Harry's surname is Xavier, he is an American, and his father is Charles Xavier. The rest is easy for me to guess! If If you really want to blame Harry for this, why not blame your lack of understanding of the non-wizard world first!"
"Is it my fault? Why would I look at Muggle things-"
"Oh, does this have to be Harry's fault?"
The two top students in the same grade almost got more and more noisy. At first, he was interested in listening, but when he found that the noise got louder and louder, he picked up one in each hand and threw it out like a cat. Of course, Girls must handle it with care.
As a boy, unfortunately, his butt fell to the ground.
r smirked in front of them, whistled and closed the door. No amount of gnashing teeth and mumbling could change the fact that they were locked out. After calming down, he reflected on himself.
"We shouldn't have been so loud," she said frustratedly, "I only glanced at Harry a few times."
I originally wanted to look at Harry, but after being so angry, I immediately changed my words: "Who wants to look at him! You're a liar! If you don't say anything, what does he think of me?"
"I tell you who knows what you will say," said decisively, "and you will shout everywhere!"
"Nonsense! I'm not Easley!" he said in disbelief, feeling extremely insulted. "I still have the word idiot written on my face. Is that what you think, granger?"
"ell, you have to think about it this way," he said with a flat mouth, "this matter - I mean Harry and their special powers. This matter is difficult for ordinary people to accept. Harry probably doesn't know that as a traditional wizard How would your family react?" She thought of the information she had checked. "Ten years ago, people like them were the number one national enemy of the United States. I believe that if everyone knew this, maybe some people would regard Harry as a monster. . They will laugh at him, be afraid of him, reject him." She reluctantly said this word, obviously deeply aware of this experience.
"How dare they!" He said subconsciously, "Those guys can't even compare to one of his fingers. Why!"
"They are not us, Malfoy," she glanced at the door and whispered. She looked at the expression carefully and breathed a sigh of relief after finding no emotion. "Talk to Harry, Malfoy, if you want to know those things If so, I believe that as long as you have a good attitude, Harry will tell you - everything will happen."
siriusbck stood in the living room of his home. He stood in front of the tapestry, looking at it as if he were looking at a portrait, and he looked like a portrait himself. The black hair and pale face formed a terrible contrast, and a lifeless aura spread around him.
He reached out and touched the small hole in the tapestry, where his name used to be, but now only a burned hole remained.
Then, he moved his finger slightly to the side. The distance was not far or close, just one square. The adjacent names were easily touched by his fingertips.
urusbck.
Of course, of course, this name is close, this name should be so close to his name.
——That is his only biological brother.
