r stared at Harry in a daze for a while.
Of course, for him, it was just a minute, and a minute later he jumped up, wandered around the house and ran to the kitchen to find something to eat.
Although Sirius didn't care about the quality of life, he wanted to pamper his godson to the sky. Of course, he would prepare everything when he was a guest. Mrs. Malfoy also asked her son to bring handmade desserts, so Peter naturally and easily came from He dug out a big cake from the cupboard and walked upstairs. He paused again when he reached the stairs. After thinking about it, he went back to heat a glass of milk and threw two spoons of sugar into it, intending to give it to Harry when he woke up.
Thanks for the wizard's kitchenware! Thanks for the magic! Long live the voice-controlled fully automatic pot! Peter thought as he walked towards Harry, feeling a little more relaxed than before. He felt that Harry looked fine.
r slipped past with brisk steps, passed the living room three meters later, and then slipped back with a puzzled expression.
"What are you looking at?"
He asked inarticulately with a piece of apple in his mouth, blinking his eyes, wondering what Sirius was standing there thinking about.
"Oh." Sirius turned around and smiled lightly, "How is Harry?"
"Slept very soundly." Peter swallowed the apple and raised his eyebrows, "How are you?"
In the short thirty minutes since Harry fainted, R had watched the man go from crazy and collapsed to bursting into tears to calm.
No one thought that a small pendant box would actually involve his brother who had been dead for many years.
"You take good care of him." Sirius took a step to the side and motioned for Peter to stand over. The latter shrugged and went to Harry's place to put down food and drink for half a second, and did not come back here for half a second.
"He" is my brother, so I want to say. But in the end he looked at the ceiling, grimaced and said, "You see, we have a very good relationship. He is like my younger brother. Of course I have to take care of him. I am so many years older than him. The older person is You have to take care of the younger ones, right? He also takes good care of Nina, it's the same thing."
Sirius laughed out loud through his nose: "Yes. That's right. The older brother has to take care of the younger brother, and the older one has to take care of the younger one. That's right." He said mockingly, "It seems that I was really a jerk back then. .”
r scratched his head: "What did you do? Steal your brother's girlfriend? Laugh at him all day long? Draw on his homework, sue him? Or steal his things?"
Sorry, he is so pitiful. He has not had a younger brother or sister since he was a child, and he doesn’t know where his older sister is. After having younger brothers and sisters, he has never been bullied, nor does he want to be bullied - how cute they are! His brothers and sisters are angels!
r can only think of this now - it is actually very difficult to bully his brother more excessively. Real bullying just means doing these annoying things. Peter has done this himself, and he has done it to the neighbor's children or his elders. He often does this to the children of his mother's relatives, and runs away after doing it. No one knows that he did it, and it is safe and not boring.
But he hasn't done these things since he was five years old - his mother locked him in the house more strictly.
"It's worse than that." Sirius whispered, "I scolded him, said the most outrageous things to him, fought with him, and stole his limelight at every turn. I had to do whatever he did, and I did whatever he liked. I have to hit him hard there and finally push him out of my life along with my parents."
Uh-oh.
r opened his mouth in an O shape and hesitated before expressing his opinion: "It seems that your relationship is really bad."
But it's hard to tell from Sirius's attitude towards this matter. He has a very good memory. Although all his attention was on Harry, he still remembered Sirius's loss of control at that moment.
The children - to be precise, children under the age of fourteen were kicked out, and Harry was placed in his room.
The remaining people over the age of fourteen remained silent for a long time after listening to the entire process of their brother's tragic death.
——To be honest, it was too tragic. He thought that all the movies he had watched were not as miserable. Even he couldn't help but feel sorry for the deceased. ——Sirius didn't shout his brother's name, and he didn't have a look on his face. He was shocked and said how could this be possible, but he didn’t burst into tears immediately, and he didn’t say oh no, my brother.
His whole mind seemed to be smashed to pieces by a Thor's hammer falling from the sky at that moment. It couldn't be broken any more. He didn't kneel on the ground immediately, but subconsciously stretched out his hand. His body shook violently for a few times. Fortunately, he had quick eyes and quick hands. Helped him.
"No, no, this is wrong, this is impossible," he finally spoke after suffering a moment of dizziness. His black eyes were all blank. Like all his brothers, he refused to bear such a big blow, "He doesn't possible--"
"Kreacher swears, what Kreacher said is true," the house elf cried loudly, "Poor young master, he didn't come home in the end. Kreacher went to look for him, but Kreacher couldn't find him!! He He couldn’t go home, and he still hasn’t come home!”
This house elf, who is so annoying in everyone’s eyes, just told a vivid and heroic story——
——Sirius' younger brother, in order to destroy the Dark Lord, replaced the locket with a fake one, and died tragically in the Inferi and the lake, never to come back again. And when he told Kreacher to go home, he gave the last instruction in his life: destroy it, destroy the pendant.
Sirius's eyes were fixed on the pendant box, and the hatred on his face was like a wave of waves, rising up layer by layer, as if nothing could be erased, but it was soon overwhelmed by the huge sadness.
"He doesn't have to do this," his voice was almost broken. "He is an idiot, an idiot, a fool - doesn't he understand? Didn't his father teach him that nothing is more important than himself and his family? ?!”
He suddenly went crazy. He grabbed the locket and held it in his fingers, wanting to crush this priceless antique. "What bullshit Dark Lord, what final victory and peace in the war - these are all He’s not as important as himself, doesn’t he understand?! Ha, could it be that my parents were finally turned upside down by magic and decided to teach him to be a saint?”
His tone was cold and frightening, and the words he spoke shocked and speechless everyone who knew him well in the room.
"He should live a cowardly life!!! Why doesn't he study with his dear brother-in-law! Great, great, my life seems to be cursed!! Wormtail betrayed me and Lily during the war Sacrifice, my godson was doomed to be hunted before he was born. When I came out of Azkaban, oh, great, my brother, the most loyal believer of the Dark Lord, died fighting against the Dark Lord. In a place no one knows, being torn apart by things like the Inferi! All that's left of my home is a gloomy house and a house elf with a brain problem!"
He shouted as if he was quarreling with the goddess of destiny:
"Then who am I? Huh? Why am I still alive and standing here for?"
"Sirius!" Lupine knew his temper well and stepped forward to grab his arm, "Sirius, don't be like this, Sirius, don't think like that - think about it, Harry is still fine!"
"us"
Sirius let go of his hand and left the pendant on the ground. He looked at his friend, his black eyes as silent as death. He said softly, "I originally thought he would live like this as an unsuccessful death eater. Disciple, serve the Dark Lord, continue to study his incomprehensible books, marry a girl from a noble family when he is old, and have a bunch of stereotypical children like my mother."
"Sirius" Lupin said softly, "I know, I know, you told us this back then, Sirius."
"I heard that mother was planning to choose a wife for him." Sirius suddenly knelt on the ground, brushed the locket with his fingers, and said absently, "She died later."
Lupine sighed.
He knew that this was not the first time that Sirius knew about his brother's death - he should have known about it when he got this house, and he had even heard about it in Azkaban, but this was different. The news is different. To be honest, even Lupin himself, a relatively fair and good old man, thought that Sirius's brother died on the battlefield while serving the Dark Lord. Sirius must have thought the same.
And he hated the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters. His best friend died because of this, and his godson's whereabouts were unknown. Siriusbck's misfortunes in his life were all caused by the Dark Lord. This hatred has no end.
But the truth slapped him hard, it was like the biggest joke in the world, and Sirius had to go crazy about it.
"He seems to have done something truly right." He said, he didn't know how to comfort Sirius, "It was his own choice."
"He's a hero." Lupin sighed again. "You have to admit, we never knew him."
"I don't care!" Sirius shouted, his voice hoarse, "I don't care! Just like I don't care if Harry is the savior - who cares if he does this job - I don't care if my brother is a hero! He He is just a cowardly and cowardly mother’s yes-man, he should live safely in the most comfortable place at home!”
Kreacher next to him heard these words, his eyes filled with tears. He sobbed a few times, and finally couldn't help lying on the ground and crying:
"Ah, my poor young master! If only he had lived to hear these words!! If only such a good man like him were standing here alive!!"
"I even thought that his son would be one year younger than Harry, or two or three years younger." Sirius ignored Kreacher and continued murmuring, as if talking so eloquently would change reality. Same, "I have to encourage one of his children to enter our college, because I don't want to get married and have children. I want to find a friend and a brother for Harry, just like me and James."
But he didn't expect that his brother would die earlier than him, and in such a tragic way. He was already unknown enough, and when he died, no one knew about it, except for a house elf and the one who died in Azkaban. Narcissa outside, no one will cry for him.
Sirius suddenly jumped up and pointed his wand at Kreacher.
"Why did you come back?" He said coldly and unusually, "Why did he die there when you came back! Why were you able to escape -"
"The master asked Kreacher to come back." Kreacher replied unclearly, even though he was still crying, "He asked Kreacher to come back."
"He can apparate, he can ride a broom, if you can come back from there, why can't he escape!!"
Sirius was angered by such a sentence and wanted to cast a killing curse on the elf.
"His magic restrained him and saved him." Jean's expression was as heavy as the sea in the night, "His magic should be different from yours, and your brother ordered him to go back - he can't disobey it. Master’s orders.”
"House elves cannot disobey their master's orders," Kreacher said in a long voice, "The master asked Kreacher to go home, so Kreacher has no choice but to go home."
At that moment, R and R stepped forward to hold Sirius together - they believed that Sirius, who was furious at that moment, might even have the intention to kill Kreacher.
"How could there be such a creature!" he yelled and asked while pulling Sirius hard. "Is he just watching his master die because of this broken rule?! Aren't they proud of serving their master? Damn it. What kind of 'creature' is this?!"
"Who cares, God must have been blind when he created them!" Peter shouted back at the same decibel level.
As for Jean, she always had an expression of pity on her face. She looked at the house elf as if she was seeing something bad, and finally she sighed, not knowing who she was lamenting for.
"I think I have something to tell you, Sirius." The teenage girl's voice contained a subtle tremor, as if she was holding back some emotion. "This is not a simple treasure. Your brother had to destroy it." It’s a very important reason.”
She exchanged a look with .
"Maybe this has nothing to do with us. I've been hesitating before whether to do this," Jean lowered her head and said, "But maybe this has something to do with Harry." Her eyes scanned the house elf next to her. One glance, "But now I feel that bringing your brother back first is the most important thing."
"She's right," Lupin immediately agreed, "You have to bring your brother back first, Sirius."
"Thank you, Jean." Sirius' madness stopped abruptly when he heard the last sentence. He slowly put down the hand holding the wand, and his voice became lower and lower, "Thank you, you are a good girl."
If it weren't for Jean, with Kreacher's attitude towards him, he might never know where his brother died and why.
You will never know in your lifetime.
He pointed the wand at the house elf who looked in disbelief again, and the madness in his eyes turned into calm again, like the calm before the storm, which made people scared just by looking at it.
"Tell me where that place is," he said. "I'll get him back in three days—if you try any trick, I swear you won't even be able to keep your head on that wall!"
He couldn't let regulus sleep in the cold seabed.
——He will come back with regulus and take him home.
He walked up and down the corridor angrily, stepping on the stairs from time to time. If he hadn't been afraid of the soprano downstairs screaming, he would have wanted to make a lot of noise and smash things.
Unfortunately, Jean and he returned from the fireplace and were desperately searching for information about dark magic items in the library. Lupine coaxed Nina to go out for a walk, and Peter was looking up at Sirius at the ceiling and listening to his emotions, so at this time he heard this little There was only one person who heard the young master's footsteps.
Harry was sleeping soundly, but he was suddenly woken up by the noise - even though the soundproofing effect of the room was surprisingly good, he was woken up by the yelling in his head.
So he had no choice but to stand up, open the door and ask:
",What are you doing?"
"I'm bored!" replied angrily, "Leave me alone! You all know more than me anyway!"
Looking at him like that, Harry really wanted to ask his godfather if he was not being nice to his nephew again, or if he was quarreling with him again? Or does it mean that his worries have finally lived up to his expectations, and what is the point of his arrogance?
After saying this, he stomped over and looked at him with a ghostly expression on his face.
"you're awake?"
Harry nodded, holding a glass of milk that Peter probably put next to his bed: "What are you worried about?"
After looking at him for a few times, he suddenly started to groan.
"What's the use of asking me? Don't you know!"
Of course Harry couldn't say that he knew almost everything from his mind. For example, when he burst a wall, he drank milk in small sips and said slowly: "I also want to ask you where Sirius and the others went."
For some reason, Harry was even a little relaxed when he finally began to discover the differences between them.
However, I also knew that if this secret continued to be kept secret, Harry would really be in trouble the day it was revealed.
"Well, if you really want to ask," he said expressionlessly, "I can only tell you that they have gone to work, but I don't think we can know a word about the content."
"What happened?" Harry felt keenly that something was wrong, "Does your 'them' include Jean?"
"Include it." He said coldly, "Okay, I have finished writing the answer sheet - please, Mr. Harry Xavier, can you tell me -"
He looked around the corridor, gritted his teeth and pushed Harry into the room. After confirming that there were no portraits in the room specially prepared for Harry by Sirius, he squeezed out his questions word by word.
"--who are you?!"
Harry sat on the bed holding the glass of milk, looking at him with such an innocent expression. He had seen this expression many times. Every time he and Granger quarreled, this damn W would have this expression, three times. Two divided by two reconciled them. I didn't feel anything at the time, but later I would find that I was most likely cheated, and Grange would always become very easy to talk to at that time.
"Don't look at me like that! Granger is not here. She is eagerly looking for books in the library. You can't deal with me with your expression!" he shouted, as if he felt that he was not confident enough. He said in a loud voice, "Answer me !”
Harry could only sigh.
"What did you call me?" he asked. "What is my name?"
Said: "harryxavier?"
"Look," Harry drank the last sip of milk, and when he laughed, there was still a circle of milk froth on his mouth, "You've already screamed like this - so besides this answer, what else do you want to hear?, this question There is no other answer but this.”
"You think I only have Splenden splendens in my mind, don't you?!" He almost jumped up and cursed, "Your father's student's eyes can cast magic spells! The woman next to him, okay, although she didn't say it, I think she is definitely He knows Legilimency! Who is your father! Are you really that so-called golden boy?"
"That's not a curse or Legilimency." Harry almost died from laughter at this statement. He laughed up and down, slapping the bed while laughing. "The eyes emit rays, and Jean can only, um, Telepathy! None of them are wizards!"
A thin layer of red appeared on his face, which made him smile: "Why are you laughing! You said they are not wizards, so please tell me, are they - or are you? Who are you? ?" There was even some resentment on his face when he said this, "You told granger, but you still kept me in the dark. How dare you ask me to guess?!"
"Well," Harry softened from his smile, "I thank God"
"Merlin!" said angrily, "you are a wizard!"
"Okay, I promise Merlin that I really guessed it myself." Harry spread his hands, "It's not that I'm deliberately giving in, or that you're not smart enough - ah, having said that, I have a suggestion."
"Say!" He said angrily, crossing his arms and waiting for him to explain.
"——I think you won't understand the bald explanation," Harry said with a smile, thinking that he must take a look, "Sirius set up a fireplace in my room - do you want to sneak in with me?" Playing at home? We can eat popcorn and watch DVDs, and I can also introduce you to my Avengers series soldiers and introduce you to my idol Captain America."
"ha?!"
