If looks could kill, Harry believed that he and Draco had already gone to see Merlin.
Sirius and Snape were both sitting on the same big rock. It looked like they were too exhausted to dare each other to sit with them.
"So... you mean, you rushed to the tower alone, you passed through a tunnel with countless inferi, and then you ran alone - took out a handful from the Sorting Hat Sword, kill a man?”
Snape's face looked so evil, as if Draco had just answered a simple potion attempt and answered it wrong. Harry thought that he might not have any real feelings, even though Draco was under pressure to tell him everything he had done. Without missing a beat (of course, he tried his best to conceal the existence that should be concealed, such as time travel, such as portraits), Snape's expression looked like he had just heard a joke.
"That's not called killing -" Draco tried to argue. The word "killing" came out of his mouth, and even Sirius looked weird. "He died accidentally, and he deserved to die."
……Oops. Harry only remembered one thing now. Although Kevin deserves to die, he is Charles's good friend and Moira's son. If Harry defeated the other party, the other party would definitely be alive, but things were too urgent at that time, and Draco had no choice but to stab Kevin with a sword, and with that sword blow, Kevin was destined to die.
How should I tell Moira about this matter?
"You can even cry when the family dog dies." Snape cruelly revealed a corner of Draco's dark history, "And from now on, you are not willing to keep any dogs. You are not even good at Quidditch and curses. Please tell me, how did you kill a man who was at least five years older than you? Forgive me for not believing that easily."
It's not that Snape looks down on Draco, it's that Snape has taught Draco since he was a child, knowing very well that he only has a few abilities like Silver, compared to his peers? Not bad, of course, but compared to any other extremely vicious enemy?
If this were any other time, Snape might still laugh at these words and tell Draco not to dream.
In comparison, Sirius's reaction was more genuine.
"Harry James Potter," Sirius took a big breath, and then shouted at them, "Get down here! Do you hear me, Harry! Harry Erik Xavier!"
Draco thought that his uncle was really angry. He even called out his name once, but he didn't notice it yet. He had a ferocious smile on his face like a former prisoner of Azkaban. Even a fool knew that he couldn't go down now. With this in mind, he continued to hold Harry's neck tightly.
"Sirius, I think it would be better if you calm down before I go down!" Harry honestly expressed his thoughts, because to be honest, he thought he would be beaten when he went down, and Draco would be beaten twice when he went down, "This is not A...well, a good place to talk!"
When he spoke with such sincerity, the white wings behind him flapped rhythmically a few times, taking them higher. At least...well, Harry thought that this height was at least beyond the range of most curses. .
Sirius sat on the big stone on the ground, looking up at the two of them who had just flown into the sky in a flash, his back molars grinding his chin loudly. Of course wizards have various ways to fly, but compared to a mutant with wings? Sirius was also afraid that the two children would fall together during the chase!
"Two little bastards," Sirius punched the big stone under him, raising and lowering the hand holding the wand, "Why on earth did I watch their parents give birth to them? Just so that they could make their elders angry. Half dead?"
"It's not your decision, uncle!" Draco couldn't help but replied. What he received was a double glare from his uncle and godfather. He quickly lowered his face again, and Harry could only see him with squinting eyes. His hair raised, "Why are you so angry after all?"
The corners of Harry's mouth twitched and he poked him. If his hands hadn't been holding him down, Harry would have wanted to cover Draco's mouth.
"Don't be angry with them." He whispered in Draco's ear, "They worked just as hard as your father. They must have been looking for us for a long time - I have a hunch that we won't be beaten if we fly for a while."
Sirius laughed angrily on the ground: "Hey, don't think I can't hear you!"
He and Snape both looked thinner than the last time Harry saw them.
Even if Harry didn't like Snape, he had to admit that he, like Sirius, was the type of person who could hardly be described as haggard, and the two of them really hated each other so much that they wanted to throw each other to hell.
——And Harry and Draco actually saw them together, doesn't that explain the problem?
The similarities they describe at this moment are terrifying - sunken eye sockets, messy black hair, and thin faces. The only difference is probably the two pairs of eyes of different colors. Otherwise, at a glance, people would definitely think that there are twins sitting here. brother.
Alas. Harry shivered. sirius and snape? brother? Alas……
"You can tell more ridiculous stories, gentlemen," Snape sneered coldly from the ground. "Flapping your wings like a Pegasus in the sky will not help you, and telling wild stories will also not help. I, myself, don’t have that much energy to kick someone else’s son’s ass like a free Muggle.”
"Since you said your father was invited to tea," he said softly to Draco, sending shivers down the spines of both boys, "why don't you follow him? Could it be that you own Malfoy Manor, the land you are stepping on? Does it belong to the UK?”
Draco swallowed hard at the accusation, and Harry felt deeply offended. It always gets irritating when your family entertains a friend's father and the other person says, not very politely, 'This is not a safe place.'
"My father doesn't play with wizards' heads as balls, and he doesn't like to cut open blood vessels and drink wizards' blood." He shouted back to Snape, "Our family follows a very formal hospitality etiquette. We serve guests with black tea and dessert!"
Snape sneered: "It's as if the people still being rescued at St. Mungo's were not traumatized by your family."
Sirius couldn't bear it anymore and shouted at his old enemy who was sitting on a big rock with him: "Can't you stop for a moment? What benefits will you get from slandering others?"
"You know this question very well yourself, why bother asking me." Snape didn't buy his account at all. His black eyes glanced at him slightly, his words had a hint, and then he looked coldly at the sky. Two boys, "Come down."
Draco's teeth chattered loudly, and he grunted for a long time. Harry didn't buy Snape's account, and the two of them flew in the air, and finally only landed half the height. Snape skillfully took out his wand and flew a piece of rope into the air, wrapping it around Draco's feet before he had time to shrink. However, Harry hissed a few times, and before Snape had time to pull, a thin rope came out of Harry's trousers. The snake opened its mouth to bite off the rope shot by Snape, and then retracted the half of its body that was stretched out.
"...Is that the python that scared Nott silly?" Snape's eyes were sharp and he saw clearly what ran out in just a few seconds. For a moment, he quickly searched for the species in his memory and cursed in a low voice. He said something like, "It seems that what idiot Lockhart said is indeed true." He didn't miss Harry's hissing a few times.
The hissing language of a snake is a nightmarish sound that is remembered by everyone who has ever lived under the shadow of the Dark Lord. Once heard again, it will bring back countless pains.
Severus Snape hated that sound. At this moment, his anger and contempt for Nott even eased, because even he couldn't guarantee that he would be calm or indifferent when he saw the savior boy hissing and controlling snakes.
Emerald. Has a red crown. What kind of snake has such an appearance? Snape couldn't come up with an answer for a while.
He looked at the boy in the sky and didn't know what went wrong back then that turned this boy into... such a weird freak. Such a weird wizard, such a weird mutant. If it weren't for that hateful face, Snape would have felt that they had found the wrong person when they entered school.
"...Harry." As if he finally considered that his expression was too scary, Sirius wiped his face, and after taking a deep breath, his tone finally became calmer, "You guys come down, we need to... have a good talk. Let's have a good talk, Just talk, okay? No slaps, no beatings, this right has always belonged to your father only, and I will not exercise it... so you come down first."
After flapping his wings, Harry slowly descended with Draco, who was unwilling to do so. When his feet landed on the ground, he pulled Draco off his body and folded the wings.
Sirius waved them over, trying to be as calm as possible.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He said slowly, word by word, "Kreacher said you asked him to come over to help, and you took your friends to Potter Manor, but from the beginning to the end you didn't even say anything to me. Not a word asked for help from me.”
Harry lowered his head, staring at his toes and saying nothing.
"I'm not saying -" Sirius pronounced his words very hard, but stopped abruptly in the middle. He took a deep breath again, and his tone was much gentler when he spoke, "I'm not saying - how much I can do. But why don't you ask me How about asking for help? Potter Manor is in disrepair. You brought your friends there and could only sit there, but you didn’t say a word to me or tell me any news." He said this, obviously frustrated, but He couldn't bear to speak to his godson in a reproachful tone, "I still found out from Kreacher! From the house elves' news channels!"
"I really wanted to spank you at first," Sirius gasped after shouting that sentence in a loud voice, "but now I have a different idea."
Harry's heart trembled slightly, and he had a vague premonition of something bad.
"You thought it would cause trouble for me and implicate me, so you didn't tell me," Sirius said. "Harry, although I am glad that you can think of me, but for a godfather, this means that I am not reliable enough. I am not someone worth relying on in your heart."
"…………"
Harry was speechless. He wanted to say no, it wasn't like that, he was definitely not looking down on Sirius, and Sirius was definitely someone he could rely on, but in the end he was speechless. He still lowered his head, feeling that something heavy was pressing on his chest at this moment, making it impossible for him to pass through. The problem that emerged after Felton reminded him was once again revealed-his instinct is always to be self-righteous. This may not delay anything, but it can deeply hurt other people's hearts.
"Uncle, he has such a bad habit," Draco was half complaining and half trying to mediate the sticky atmosphere. He muttered, "He always feels that the safety of others is his first priority. He doesn’t want to involve anyone else, he always thinks that others are the same, but that’s not the case.”
Sirius looked at his nephew and didn't even want to sigh. He leaned forward a little and patted Harry gently with his palm.
"I don't mean to blame you," he looked at this godson who had lost his parents and left his homeland since he was one year old. "I definitely don't mean that. But I want to say that if you encounter trouble in the future, you have to remember that you are here. It’s not that there are no relatives among the wizards. You still have a godfather to rely on. I’m not saying that you have to do anything. Of course, your life is decided by yourself. This is—” This old man in his thirties was like a Like a teenager, he was struggling for a sentence, carefully considering the words, and finally settled on one of them, "This is just one more option, Harry, do you understand?"
He looked so cautious, afraid of breaking my heart somewhere. Harry held Sirius' hand, fighting back the huge feeling of shame. Sirius was so cautious when he was a fugitive. He thought that all his mistakes were his. Harry lost his parents because of him, because he lost them for ten years, because of him... In short, he simply didn't have the courage to talk to his godson properly, but he was so... He wanted to be a good godfather, so he was extremely careful with Harry's every step. It wasn't until they became familiar with each other later that the feeling of distance improved.
And now Sirius is doing it again. It's all my fault. Harry thought.
"I have realized that what I did was wrong, Sirius," he did not dare to look up at the other person, but whispered, "I will never do that again - but you have to know, I never thought that way."
How can we make up for this mistake? Harry thought in despair. Dad said that it is best not to make the people who love you sad, let alone break their hearts with your own hands, but now, when Harry realized that he had broken his godfather's heart, it was already a little late.
It turns out that sometimes, self-initiated protection can still be a kind of harm.
