"Come look at these, Sirius!"
Lupine rarely walked into the study of the owner of No. 12 Grimmauld Place and shouted loudly, "Oh, I have to say this... this is simply... you must see it!"
He had a smile on his face, and the vicissitudes of life and misfortune were all healed by joy at this moment, as if a clear spring had dissolved the turbid stagnant water, and his whole person revealed a rare joy.
"What makes you so happy?" Sirius put down his quill and papers, raised his head from a pile of papers that he had learned to deal with but hated since he was a child. He picked up the porcelain teacup and drank the last sip of the iced cappuccino, stretched out He stood up lazily to greet his old friend.
"What? Has a lady written you a love letter?" He teased lazily.
Remus smiled and shook his head: "It's something better than a hundred love letters."
He handed over an opened envelope. Sirius took it and dumped the contents on the table with one hand. He just rolled his eyes upwards, and his casual attitude immediately changed. He almost immediately He held up the photo and glued his eyes to it in fascination.
"This, this is...where did you get this photo?" Sirius almost laughed out loud.
There are about seven or eight photos, some are clear and some are unclear, some are moving and some are not moving, but the protagonist of the shot is undoubtedly Sirius's precious godson, Harry, who is only twelve years old. The boy was already taller than last year. He was wearing the blue uniform of Ravencw, and he was riding a Nimbus 2001 in a rare standard posture, soaring like the wind on the Quidditch pitch of Hogwarts.
"Dumbledore sent it to us, saying that Hogwarts has another outstanding Seeker." Lupin also looked at the photos attentively, pulled out one of them, and watched the boy on it control the broom and make a beautiful stroke. In an arc, he soared into the air a few seconds before hitting the auditorium and the ground. His thumb caressed the photo, "He really looks like James."
"This... this is a surprise," Sirius said, looking almost breathless with surprise. "I asked him about it and he said he liked flying but not Quidditch - I thought he didn't take part in the Quidditch tryouts. !”
"Because of a very small accident, he was pushed to the shelf," Lupin said with a smile on his face. "He was just an ordinary student who was not even a substitute, but he won unexpectedly. I can imagine the cheers of the whole audience. Sound." He pulled out the last photo and handed it to Sirius, "This kind of action, even James doesn't have the courage to ensure that he does it well. It's really beyond my expectation... He is really, really great."
As one of the boy's elders, Lupin can be said to be sincerely proud and surprised.
Sirius, who had been feeling irritable, stuffy, and bored because of the pile of documents and business, suddenly felt as relaxed as if he had drank a whole glass of ice-cold Coke and sat in an air-conditioned room. He held the photos comfortably and sat back on the armchair that had belonged to the head of the family since his grandfather, looking at each one over and over again, unable to get enough of them.
"It's really a dream-like life," he said with emotion.
"Why do you say that suddenly?" Lupine asked.
"I have been scared for a full ten years. At that time, I just wanted to pray, 'The child just lives.'" Sirius said with emotion. "But look," he shook the photo on his hand, "I have already prepared that Harry will probably be alive." Prepare to become a completely different child from James... But now it seems that some things are engraved in the blood and will not change, and James has never left us." He stroked the boy in the photo With messy black hair, "Harry will always be proof that he is still with us. I think I finally understand why people have children."
Children are the crystallization of the previous generation, the continuation of the previous generation, and the proof of their past existence... Of course they are not the dead previous generation, but they have things from the previous generation stored in their bones and blood.
"Look, if you ask me, this doesn't even sound like what you said," Lupin pulled up a chair and sat down, and said with emotion, "The person who said, 'Heir inheritance is useless, I want to be single for the rest of my life.'" , it’s you too, Sirius.”
Sirius was also a very crazy boy when he was young. Compared with the dreams that James often had, such as 'getting married to Lily, giving birth to children and creating a beautiful family', his idea of the future was to spend more time in his life besides visiting James' family. Spending time on adventures alone, getting married and the like was not something he even considered - it would be better to say he was kicked out from the beginning, let alone having children.
His own parents respected each other enough and valued each other, but it was difficult to show a trace of warmth, at least in his image at the time.
"It's different, it's different. Giving birth to an heir and giving birth to a child like Harry are two different things." Sirius waved his hands and without hesitation refuted the belief that his family had inherited for hundreds of years. By the way, He also snapped his fingers and said, "By the way, we have to prepare gifts for congratulations. I have a good idea——"
"The key point is to write a letter first and then send the photo to Harry's adoptive father." Lupin smiled and stretched out his hand, "I'll make a copy and send it over."
Sirius handed over the photo, and Lupin turned around and walked out of the study, leaving him to continue correcting the documents.
But Sirius was smiling all over his face, but he just couldn't calm down. After thinking about it, he pushed aside a dozen files, tiptoed out, and fled to a room not far from here.
There, scientific equipment of immeasurable value was running. The young man covered in a white layer of cold air inside the equipment lay quietly inside, unconscious for a long time as if he was asleep.
Sirius sat on a chair next to him, coughed, and shared his joy with him as if chatting away.
"Regulus, let me tell you... today is the first time my godson has played Quidditch - he is really like James in this respect!"
No one could answer him, but he continued talking with great interest.
"What we used to say when we were kids, Quidditch requires skill, talent, courage, and interest. To be honest, I always thought Harry was a little lacking in the latter two, but look at that action, he was hanging the golden clock upside down on his broom. Among us Can anyone do it at his age?! No! Even James, he didn’t dare to take such a risk before he was sixteen. To be honest, although Harry is terrible when he loses his temper with our good nephew, overall he is still She is as gentle as a girl, and she always rides on her side when riding a broom... I remember that when you were learning to fly, you also wanted to sit on your side, right? But I bullied you a few times and then you stopped."
Sirius sighed almost eloquently, not noticing at all that somewhere where he couldn't see, the young man's fingers twitched slightly impatiently, as if in protest against such an idiot.
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Harry held a dozen reference books he had just borrowed, his head lowered, and he walked quickly through the corridor, with an expression on his face that was close to panic and embarrassment.
"Hey, Harry—"
Someone greeted him warmly.
"Hello." Harry nodded hurriedly, but someone behind him seemed to be just passing by, but still caught up with him from a distance and greeted him, "Good morning, Harry!"
"Good morning." Harry said hello hastily and continued walking forward.
His head was lowered so low that he wanted to bend down and bend his knees. The pile of books almost blocked most of his face, and he looked like there were a dozen people chasing him behind him. His steps were so fast that it could hardly be called a 'walk'. Perhaps it would be more accurate to describe it as trotting.
After running into a path with all the attention on him, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Then he held his breath and slowly sank from the ground, starting from his feet as if he were stretching his hands into water.
"Why do you look so gray again?"
When Harry walked into the secret room, Draco was pointing his wand at the portrait - the one next to Sazar - preparing to cast the levitating spell, but when he heard the sound of Harry walking in, he turned his head.
Harry looked around.
Although it was originally a dark and damp basement, Draco also placed a sofa and a small table here for enjoyment. Afternoon tea is also often brought here. Generally speaking, he will be satisfied after completing what needs to be done here. Enjoy afternoon tea here.
But today... Although there was still a three-tier dessert tower on the tea table, and there seemed to be steaming black tea in the pot, Draco didn't sit there, but looked at Sazar sweating profusely. What is the portrait next to you doing?
"Forget it, I think it's time to start the first year again...by the way, what are you doing?" Harry asked out of curiosity.
"That's not good - I've always felt that your reputation has declined and you've become more and more casual." Draco looked at him with a 'Are you an idiot?' expression, "How many people do you know who would rather be that big? Is it famous?"
"If anyone is willing, I'd be happy to trade with him." Harry said decisively, sitting on the sofa, picking up a puff filled with cream, and biting it down relaxedly, filling his mouth with cream.
After winning a Quidditch match, Harry finally fell in love with Quidditch, embraced the sport, and eliminated his fear - he once again found with horror that his popularity was rising at an unreasonable speed. Everyone's attitude towards him has improved by two levels. Even people who originally thought that 'Harry Potter is just a hard-working nerd' have begun to treat him enthusiastically. Some people even try to come up to him to discuss Quidditch on the road. ...This made him wonder if he had time traveled back in time to the time when he first entered the first grade.
By the way, it seems that some photos have begun to be circulated privately. It is said that the senior students at Ravencw have some photos for their collection, and they even said with a smile that this might be the only precious photo, because Harry is their lovely student. Brother, so this thing must be treasured.
This forced him to quickly turn down an invitation to his house's Quidditch team.
"I still want to study hard - so I don't want to be watched enthusiastically when I go to the library. And training will also cut down on time, so I'm very sorry." He also said with great regret.
The Quidditch captain was also very sorry - but as a Ravenc, he couldn't understand Harry's feelings, so after making an appointment to train together when they had time, he let him go, and Zhang Qiu was also recovering. Later he officially returned to the team.
"This portrait is too unbalanced. I asked your Excellency, and he said it can be taken down." Draco first showed scorn at Harry's attitude, and then answered his second question, "The question is - —I just can’t take off this painting! It must have a binding spell or something!"
Harry looked towards the wall, and it was indeed disturbing the balance - the center point of the high platform was obviously Sazar's portrait, neither left nor right, impartial, just right, but the portrait of the blond beauty looked like It's like being squeezed in, destroying the beauty of balance.
"...It seems that Mr. Sazar also asked me to take it off." Harry thought for a while, but remembered Sazar's instructions.
"Great, since it's Lord Slytherin's request," Draco said calmly, glanced at the seemingly motionless portrait, and suddenly said loudly, "Since Granger isn't here, we might as well burn the portrait. Alright—"
The portrait still didn't respond.
Harry almost spit out the puffs: "——Ahem, cough, why?"
"I hate Gryffindor - and why is there a portrait of Gryffindor in the secret room of Slytherin?" Draco continued to point his wand at the portrait with an attitude that showed no intention of respecting one of the founders of the school. "The flames are blazing." "
The sparks flickered on the painting for a second or two, and then disappeared. Draco recited another water spell, and the water column hit the painting without even wiping off any paint.
"It looks like it's still invulnerable to water and fire." Harry said, stood up, leaned over to look at it, and then levitated into the air without using wings, "Let me take a look."
Draco glared at his back: "You don't have wings."
"I don't use wings at this height." Harry reached out and tried to touch the frame of the painting. He knocked on the golden frame and felt it with his heart. After confirming that it was metal, he flew a little higher. , looking at the seam between the picture frame and the wall, holding his breath, grabbing it with all his strength and pulling it down.
"...Now I suddenly feel that you are simply a blasphemous broom."
Draco said with extremely complicated emotions.
"Oh, so you believe in brooms." Harry turned around and said with a smile, then put one leg on the wall and tried hard to remove the painting.
"It's useless. Since the levitation spell can't remove it," Draco said, "it doesn't matter if you're a troll."
"Okay, then I'll try another method."
Harry shrugged, held his breath, and raised one hand flat in front of him, aiming it at the portrait, and then slowly moved it back.
The torch on the wall closest to him suddenly fell to the ground with a plop, startling Draco who was just about to complain, 'What kind of Goddess move is this?'
"What are you doing!" he complained as he jumped up and ran back a few steps, waving his wand to extinguish the fire on the torch.
"Sorry, sorry, uh, I'm not quite sure yet," Harry looked awkwardly at the iron bolts and nails that were used to fix the torch in his hand, and slowly brought it back to the wall to restore its original shape, and then put it back The torch also returned to its blazing state, "So the frame is also included as part of the 'painting'...?"
In Harry's guess, this painting cannot be taken down. It should be like the painting at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, which Harry calls 'Grandma Bck', which has been cast on the wall under a spell... but generally speaking It is said that when it is stuck to the wall, the object of the spell should be a painting. It seems clear, but it is actually quite vague.
The portrait is the adhesive part that separates the painting and the frame. In Harry's guess, he thought that the frame was free, but the painting was fixed to the wall, just like there was paper sandwiched between a magnet and an iron plate. The frame was It was fixed by the painting... But since the metal on the frame could not obey his orders, this meant that the frame had become part of the 'painting' and was fixed on the wall.
"...How about we do this," Draco suddenly smiled mischievously. He took out a set of painting tools from nowhere and opened all the paints. "Erase this painting, paint it into something else, and then paint it on something else." Also put an unrelated painting on the right side, so it’s symmetrical.”
"How much do you dislike this painting..." Harry landed lightly from the air and smoothed the hem of the wizard's robe.
"Come on, come on, float me up and try it," Draco said, taking a paintbrush and dipping it into a large amount - really the amount that can only be described as 'cook' - grinned, "I Paint it all white first—it takes a lot of paint to cover up the oil painting. This big project needs to be done as soon as possible—"
Harry's eyes twitched as he watched him paint the picture in an image that looked like a big bad guy. Just as he was about to say that this was not good, he heard the voice of a third person in the secret room.
"No, no, no!!!! Heroes, show mercy!!! I only have this one portrait, if you paint it out it will be gone!!"
Harry's mouth formed an O shape: "...Huh?"
The copy should be quietly making a portrait of a handsome man, but now it was not quiet at all and he was shouting, as if he was afraid that the brush in Draco's hand would really slap on his portrait, as if it had never happened before. His vivid gestures, waving his hands, as if afraid that they would not see that he was a 'come to life' portrait.
Harry was still confused, but Draco threw the brush away with a grin, and chuckled: "You are finally willing to do it - is it fun to pretend to be an ordinary portrait, dear Lord Gryffindor? !I thought I really saw it wrong!!"
When Harry heard this, he suddenly realized that Draco's actions were all because he wanted to determine whether the portrait was dead or alive...
Just as he was thinking this, he saw Draco taking out a second pen and scribbling fiercely on the portrait: "I told you to pretend!!!"
"Hey, wait, wait, Draco!!! Stop it!! You can't draw that!"
Harry was dumbfounded and rushed over to stop his friend, yelling as if he was stopping the kid next door from scribbling on his homework.
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"Oooh, it's from Sirius, let me see what this is - wow!"
Peter took out the contents of the envelope and ran toward the living room with a strange cry: "Charles! Charles! Sirius sent Harry's photo! You must see this, oh, and can I borrow Harry's broom to play with? This looks so exciting, I can definitely do a hundred tricks hanging upside down in the air——"
"A hundred ways to break your leg?" Wanda was sitting in the living room and heard him say this, speaking coldly.
Not long ago, Peter borrowed Harry's flying motorcycle as a gift and went flying around. As a result, he broke his leg due to being too high. This made Wanda feel heartbroken and angry. She didn't have a good temper towards Peter for a long time.
Although he was very polite and gentle to others, he got angry easily with his twin brother. Peter said this was unreasonable, but Charles smiled and said that brothers and sisters are like this, which made Harry and Nina both angry. The obedient Peter shouted that this was not the case.
"I want to see, I want to see -"
Nina ran over in a hurry, hooked Peter's arm and danced to look at it, "Dad, it's another moving photo!!"
She stretched out her little finger to poke Harry who was hanging upside down. As a result, the boy in the photo giggled because his lower abdomen was exposed. Nina couldn't help laughing when she saw this: "This photo is alive." Yes, dad!!"
Erik came down from the second floor. He followed Nina's words and praised the photo. He patted her and asked her to take the photo to show Charles. He pulled his son aside and hesitated for half a minute before speaking.
"Listen, Peter," he said in a rare wave of words, full of uncertainty, "you are my son, and you have special abilities...so I think no one can do this except you. Can...please... Do me a favor?"
"Oh...of course, uh, I mean, Erik, dad," Peter touched the back of his head and his eyes began to wander to the ceiling again, "But what do you want me to do?"
Erik seemed to be trying to hide his discomfort. He coughed once or twice and handed over a dozen materials.
"This is the information Emma helped collect...about some good handmade jewelry stores." Erik said, "I need you to replace me who can't leave Charles' side often and help me make some selections. Besides, from an aesthetic point of view, Say, you get along better with Charles..."
Peter tilted his head, and just as he was about to ask more questions, he suddenly woke up and gasped in shock.
"...Yes," Erik was embarrassed, but pretended to be nonchalant, "I want to make a pair of rings."
The author has something to say: I was writing last night...the computer ran out of power OTZ.
When will the school be able to cut off the power supply?
I slept until three o'clock today, hehe, so the replacement was late. I'm sorry, but the word count requirement for this week's list is quite large, and there will be a large number of updates coming.
I think I need to write an outline...
Thank you for the nutrient solution given to the girls in the previous chapter, I’m so happy!
PS: The replaced chapter is a short story by Bo Qing that was too late to participate in the competition. If you like it, can I send it to Jinjiang?
