Sirius gave up fighting with Snape before the bride and groom arrived here, toasting and thanking each other, and enthusiastically walked towards the small group that included his godson, godson's step-sister, his nephew, and the bride's son.
"Hey, boys - my Merlin, Harry, your female companion amazes me!" Sirius said loudly, half sincerely and half jokingly, and walked over. He stretched out his arms, and Harry immediately jumped on him. After hugging him for a while, Draco reluctantly gave his uncle a polite hug, and then Wanda, Sirius kissed her hand.
As for Blaise, of course it's only for shaking hands and being polite.
"Congratulations, young man, congratulations to you and your parents." Sirius also knew how to be sure, and his rejection of the Slytherins was not revealed at all at this time. According to Harry's understanding, this was very embarrassing.
Blaise obviously understood this very well. He smiled and said thank you and how honored he was, and then consciously withdrew from this place, with the excuse of going to be with his mother, and walked elsewhere.
Harry, on the other hand, was a little surprised to find that Sirius' complexion was not very good, and the dark circles under his eyes were a bit heavy, but unlike the others, he was very energetic, with a few strands of black hair slightly curled down, and a simple outfit The classy black dress and black pearl accessories make him look slim even if he is thin.
"Your choice of female companion is great," Sirius smiled and patted Harry on the head, "Even if I were ten years younger, I would be envious of you and wonder why I haven't met such a beautiful girl. "
He made an expression like 'Where has my youth gone?', which made Harry couldn't help but laugh, and his worried heart flew away.
"Hmph." Someone snorted behind them, "It's full of lies."
Harry was startled. This voice was every student's nightmare in Potions class. Gryffindor had been dreaming about him evacuating Hogwarts all day long... In other words, he knew it was Snape without looking back, and Draco's expression was a little stiff. Blaise A little, but not particularly well.
Of course, Snape's condition is not good either. He was also wearing a black suit, which was exactly what he had done not long ago. Both Harry and Draco thought that Wanda was asking about their godfather's condition, and Snape was wearing a suit that was buttoned up to his neck, which made Harry feel that this kind of dress was Snape is pretty good together. He means that after cleaning up, Snape is a wizard with pale skin but can be said to have regular features. To say he is handsome depends on whether he is willing to do so.
Maybe Wanda left a deep impression on him - when he was at St. Mungo's, it was said that Snape, who was an undercover agent, "showed his true colors" and had "outstanding acting skills". Anyway, both Harry and Wanda felt that he really hated Sirius, and then Wanda... Knock him down, use nightmare, easily.
So at this moment, even if Sirius was laughing at Sirius, his expression was still tense, and he couldn't stop glancing towards Wanda from the corner of his eye, but he was very restrained and did not look at her.
Maybe no one will live to ask what Snape was dreaming about and what his mood was like at that time, but one thing is certain, and it has to be said that it made Harry feel a little happy - yes, even the best students will have this idea. ——One thing is that Snape is not afraid of Wanda, but he is very jealous of her.
It was as if she was... some dangerous weapon. He wasn't afraid of death but didn't want to touch it either.
"Debauchery and lust," and at this moment, Snape straightened his back, cocked his neck, held his chin high, and had an expressionless face, as if he was telling a joke that wasn't funny. In fact, it was hard for Harry to believe that this person would say this. Why? Said, like gossip, "This is the reputation of Sirius Blaise for more than ten years. Maybe we should be lucky that Mr. Black stayed in Azkaban for ten years, because if Mr. Potter were your ward, he would not even be adopted by a Muggle adoptive father." All the decency you have gained from upbringing will be gone."
"Let me know something. Among wizards, is Muggle a derogatory term? Or is it a complimentary term?" Wanda leaned over and asked softly in Harry's ear, staring directly at Snape.
"Neutral word," Harry said, "Like 'human'."
"Then let him go." Wanda said in a tone of 'then there will be no ice cream tonight.'
Okay, I also hate his tone, but he managed to praise me a little, and 'Muggle' is not a derogatory term. Harry comforted himself and reminded himself not to take the initiative to add more fire to the relationship between these two people.
"None of your business," Sirius was hugging Harry with a smile on his face. As soon as he saw Snape, his face became very sarcastic, and his tone was also very sarcastic. He could even be called yin and yang. At this moment, he was even more arrogant than Gryffindor. Like a slytherin, he said very rudely, "Oh, yes, I remember, a certain guy couldn't find any girls at the Yule Ball, so he sat at the table reading a book, and then went back to the cellar early to sleep, and no one noticed him at all. Leave, who is that? I still remember that scene, haha? Is it you, Snape?"
"That's because some people only know how to waste a lot of time at the dance and talk a lot of useless things," Snape sneered, "I don't expect such people to know how to use their time rationally - but, with your Keep wise words away from my students, so that the top three students in Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy's grade... probably won't want to be ruined by some careless elder of theirs."
"He complimented me again." Harry looked at the man who called his godson 'Mr. Malfoy' and his godfather. He put a hand on Draco's shoulder, and the two of them took a few steps back. Harry stood beside him. He said in his ears, feeling a little dizzy, and sighed: "God, Merlin, and King Arthur... Am I finally treated like you? It's the third year, it's not easy... Are you sure the Blaise family Is the wine okay?”
The implication is... they didn't get high together, right?
Would normal Snape and Sirius throw words like "prom," "girls," "you're boring," and "you're a waste of time" at each other like eighteen-year-old teenagers?
So, so...easy?
Draco maintained a decent smile on the surface, the muscles on his face were stiff, and he squeezed out the words through his teeth, fearing that Snape would hear the words: "Come on, don't think you are so important anymore, you are just a prop, in front of them. You are the first target of attack... We are not in the Potions class now, so even if you change into those shabby round glasses, you still won't be able to raise your uncle's hatred level, do you understand?"
The term "drawing hatred" was a word that Draco had newly learned when they were playing games not long ago, but now that he used it here, it was so appropriate that Harry wanted to give him a slap in the face to express 'brilliant'.
"And - please, please look at the atmosphere before you speak!" Draco whispered quickly, "Shut your mouth, you only need ears now, don't drag me down even if you want to die! Thank you!"
The two boys looked at each other, then looked at the two elders, and found that what they said could no longer be called relaxed. Harry instantly regretted not cherishing that 'relaxing' moment just now.
"I don't expect you to understand the effect of teaching by words and deeds and honesty on this group of students who are like little trolls, but please use your brain to think about it. Since there are already people who have done what you want to do better than you." It's even better, why don't you step back and give them less influence?"
"Come on, shut up, Snape, why don't you open your eyes and see what year it is now? Are your thoughts just condensed in some ancient time period like some weird creature? What identity do you want to use to educate me? Being close to my godson? Because you are his professor? Ah ha, I heard Remus say that you are biased against Harry. Wait until you can take him off the hate list before you say this! What have you done? Good thing, what kind of example have you set? Are you an adult worth learning from?"
"Please remember one thing first - this is not something you can judge. I at least taught them how to mix potions correctly, teach them to abide by the rules and keep their lives, but what are you going to entrust to them? Drinking? Chaos in private life? Violation of discipline? Or just a lie without responsibility? "
…………
Harry couldn't listen anymore.
"This will go on forever," Harry whispered to Draco, then looked up at his sister who was tasting sangria, held her hand, leaned over and winked, and then deliberately said loudly: "I want to go." Want something to eat, Wanda?”
Wanda stretched out her hand to smooth his hair and smiled: "I thought you wanted to ask me to dance."
"I dance... just like that," Harry touched his nose and admitted sheepishly, "Dad taught me. He played his favorite tunes in the living room at home and taught me step by step. I danced the men's steps. , but...I may not be naturally good at this."
"No, you can't dance?" Draco turned around, a little surprised and a little disbelieving, but he knew that he was a little secretly happy, "I can dance when I was five years old, everything, everyone praised me. I’m extremely talented at this.”
"So you can hold a little girl and spin around at the age of five," Wanda nodded before Harry expressed his opinion and said casually, "Not bad."
Draco: "…………"
This is not the effect he wants, nor does he want to hear this kind of praise and answer, absolutely not.
"People in the Malfoy family have been dancing since they can walk. Don't worry, my dear, I guarantee that with my special training you will be able to walk as gracefully as you dance." Sirius actually turned around and added, "Your boss Diqi is like your dad, and your dad and mom are both good dancers, all you need is...a little practice?"
"It's not that I don't know how to do it at all," Harry felt he needed to reiterate, "I'm just not that good." He recalled his performance at the birthday party when he was ten years old and pondered for a while, "Maybe three steps out of ten? "
wanda: "That's not bad."
draco: "No, this is bad!"
Sirius: "It's not too bad. Practice more, Harry. You just need to practice more. Your father also used to spare an hour a day to review for your mother."
It was a good thing that Snape wasn't standing here, but once he stood here and mentioned Harry's parents, his expression would never be good - he turned around and left.
Ironically, at this moment, the table with some drinks and snacks moved away steadily, leaving a large open space, and a huge circular red carpet appeared out of thin air, and the band's solemn and slow music also suddenly changed its tune. , becomes melodious and brisk.
Some men and women led each other onto the dance floor. They walked briskly and danced accurately. The corners of their skirts flew into beautiful arcs. The jewelry on their bodies shone with expensive light...
It was obvious that the dance part had begun, and just as Sirius said, Snape had no interest at all and left without looking back.
Of course, he is the Snape, so this is normal. Harry cursed secretly.
"What's going on with your parents?" Draco asked in confusion, "I once asked my father, and he asked me to mind my own business, but look at you." He reached out and grabbed Harry's face, kissing him with a loving expression. Take a look, "How much hatred did you attract in the first grade? Those clumsy hufflepuffs are so grateful to you. Because of you, two-thirds of Snape's firepower was taken away - fortunately you are not a gryffindor."
"You've really played a lot of games," Harry said, "Don't talk about Snape like a mini-boss, okay?"
The monster has a red name, the friend has a green name, the passerby has a yellow name, what is a snape?
And Harry, should he smile at him, say hello normally, or wave a weapon?
If my father were here, he would definitely say, 'Human nature is complex and therefore cannot be simply categorized'. Harry thought.
He looked at Snape's back with the corners of his robe flying away, and he felt like he was back in the corridor of Hogwarts. But at the same time, he almost inevitably thought of another person.
His heart suddenly stopped. Just for a moment.
In fact, in many ways, Felton is very similar to Snape. The same black attire, the same lack of concern for reputation and appearance, the same preference for one student, the same...difficulty to classify.
But Felton has more secrets. He has many secrets himself, and Draco has even more secrets.
But...it's so much better than Snape, right? Professor felton has always been helping us, and those secrets are just kept from me, which is okay. Harry tentatively came to a conclusion in his mind, and then carefully checked whether he accepted the conclusion.
...barely acceptable.
he finally said to himself.
You can't think about this problem anymore, and you must respect the wishes of Draco and Professor Felton... As long as they don't say anything, don't ask, no matter how much you care... Well, that's it... It hurts? !
"What are you thinking about?" When Harry came back to his senses, he realized that it was Draco who had patted him. When he looked up, he found that the bride of this wedding had changed into another dress and was standing with her son and a wine glass. In front of him, she looked over with a smile, and Sirius was talking to her in a formal manner. Draco reminded her, "Remember to congratulate first, then praise, and don't answer the rest. She doesn't have a daughter, but be careful if she introduces you to other people's boys and girls. "
Harry...harry' huh? ' made a sound, thinking that Draco was exaggerating, but immediately, he heard a lady next to the beautiful Mrs. Zabini who seemed to be her female companion, saying tenderly like his aunt: "...you In fact, we should take him out more often and play with him. Oh, what a handsome little gentleman. He should have a few decent friends by his side to get to know each other. Believe me, Mr. Black, no one will refuse such a friend. It's an honor... I know a few very good children... You can take Mr. Potter..."
Too hasty.
Even though he was mentally prepared, Harry still couldn't help but make this judgment. He glanced at him, and sure enough, Sirius's expression had changed from being reluctant to be polite to looking like an idiot.
"Okay, Marrian, my dear cousin," Mrs. Zabini stopped the noble lady with a smile, "what other friend is better than Mr. Malfoy? I believe that Mr. X□□ier will never lack friends and family around him. Playmates, why not let the kids get to know the people they want to get to know.”
Sirius' expression didn't get any worse, but it didn't get better either. He just stood there lazily, with no proper posture. His eyes were looking at the two ladies, but there was absolutely no respect in them. Harry speculated on this attitude. I'm afraid he didn't want to see either of these two ladies.
Draco chuckled slightly.
Harry squeezed his palm behind his back: "What?"
"Routine, it's all a routine," Draco tilted his head and whispered meaningfully into Harry's ear, but his eyes were looking at Mrs. Zabini. This action was very obvious and would definitely be seen by the other party, but the other party would definitely not be able to directly see it. It is very pleasant to ask directly, but can only try to figure it out three or five times, "That lady is so stupid, shallow, and impetuous, but Blaise's mother seems so tolerant, open-minded, and considerate. Do you think it is intentional?" Yes, or was it unintentional?”
Harry sighed helplessly.
"Whether it's intentional or not has nothing to do with me."
He also bit Draco's ear, the action was very obvious, allowing the wizards and witches on the opposite side and around him to spy at will. No matter how Mrs. Zabini and Sirius talked, or how the topic expanded, Harry still did not say a single extra word to any wizard. .
After about half an hour, probably because their attitude was obvious, Harry and Draco were able to break away from the circle and ran to a small corner to sit and rest. Wanda picked up the third glass of sangria and seemed to be very pleased with it.
"Sometimes I really don't know whether you are stupid or smart." That's what he said, but Draco was very satisfied with the current situation, "It would be best if no one bothers you anymore, and it would be best if you don't get along with other people." Dancing, who knows who you might meet or talk to while dancing, it’s endless—”
But soon something happened that dissatisfied him.
A little girl ran over. She was not as tall as the two boys' chests. She had long blond hair, blue eyes, and a shy expression. She was Daphne's little sister Astoria.
"Sir," she held up the hem of her skirt with her hands, looked back at her sister a few times, and then continued to stumble, "I, sir, po... Mr. x□□ier, I, I want to dance with you. Dance, okay?" She looked up again at Wanda, who was charming, beautiful, and mature in a red dress, feeling a little embarrassed, "I'm not asking for the opening dance, but the second one, or, um, The third one..."
Some little girls not far away laughed, but Harry could tell that the laughter was not malicious.
However, the Greengrass family is all slytherin, and the friends they make must be the same, so when these little snakes were little snakes, they were no different from other children. At least little Astoria is as shy as a hufflepuff now.
"Look up, kid," Draco reluctantly suppressed the sour taste that came over him, "He has a dance partner."
"I know," the little girl said, "but it's normal to exchange dance partners, isn't it, Mr. Malfoy? I can trade my brother for it. He is also a very handsome gentleman."
"So you think this guy (this one)," Draco pointed at Harry in a bad tone, "is very handsome."
Harry shook his head helplessly, what do you mean by 'Do you think this guy is very handsome'?
The little blond girl nodded.
"No way," Draco said, "Wait until you're as tall as a broomstick, shorty—"
"Ahem," Harry said, "Draco, my dear cousin, a child less than ten years old, are you sure you want to be so embarrassed?"
"I'm just telling the truth-"
At this time, Wanda squatted down towards the little girl and held her little hand.
"I'm glad you think my brother handsome," she whispered, "but he's a very bad dancer, my dear, very bad, and a pretty little lady like you would have his shoes stepped on--if you didn't Do you mind if I dance a few dances with you for him? Would you like to be my dance partner?"
She was extremely gentle when she spoke, and she seemed more approachable than the silence just now. She was so beautiful, and the little girl Astoria fell in love with this big sister almost instantly, and she instinctively smiled and nodded.
Harry: "????"
Draco: "...Look at your sister, look at you, 'Will you be my dance partner?' I didn't hear you say this to anyone."
Harry: "No, you didn't let me dance just now—"
But Wanda didn't care about them. She took the little girl's hand and walked towards the dance floor. Before leaving, she said to Harry: "Go to a quiet place and rest. You are not suitable for this kind of place."
Then he said to Draco: "You didn't say that either, so don't laugh at anyone."
The meaningful look she left behind made Draco's heart skip a beat, and a cold sweat broke out from nowhere.
