No one knows how things happened like this, but when Lupin searched along the carriages one by one, the space had indeed become quite strange——
——A private room can theoretically seat six people, yes, three on the left and three on the right, as long as there is no... huge body like Slytherin's Goyle. But when six people like that were seated in this box, things became a little weird.
Lupin looked away almost in surprise, turned his head to the rear window, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the beautiful mountains outside the window. Then he looked at the scene in the car again, and his mouth opened round along with his eyes. .
The carriage was still a standard carriage with six seats, but sitting on the left side of this carriage were James's Lily Evans and their object of hatred all day long, Snape, a boy with blond hair and blue eyes (Lupin thought about it for half a second and felt that he was not... Don't know him); and on the other side, as if it was extremely crowded, sat Sirius, his younger brother - a proud and indifferent boy who was only in the third grade - and James.
"Merlin's beard..." the fourteen-year-old brown-haired boy murmured in disbelief, "What kind of world have I entered?"
He glanced down and found that the table was full of things - a complete set of porcelain tea sets, each cup filled with delicious-smelling black tea; palm-sized cupcakes with cute little butter flowers, soft and delicious. Large pieces of buttered toast, and the bamboo basket that occupies the largest area is filled with ham sandwiches cut into half the regular size, and a variety of pies cut into fan shapes that look good.
In addition, there are two or three small glass jars scattered among these things, ranging from honey, butter to jam.
What's going on here? Since when did this car offer such a wide range of refreshments?
The boy who was always the most stable among the four said in a dreamy tone: "...Did I make a mistake? Is there a tea party here? James? Sirius, didn't you say you were looking for..." His eyes Glancing at Regulus, the latter had a cold face and gave him an unfriendly look.
Everyone in the car looked at Lupin who was standing at the door - before Lupin came to disturb him, there was an eerie silence inside.
"...It doesn't count," James took off the invisibility cloak on his body - he didn't even know why he sat down - and said erratically, "It doesn't count, someone is too hospitable... I'm sorry. ,your name?"
Lupine saw James looking at the only person he didn't recognize in the entire carriage, the handsome boy with blond hair and blue eyes who didn't look very British.
"Hello?" he said politely.
"Francis," the boy's voice was completely different from his appearance, like a slowly flowing spring, "please call me Francis." He blinked, waved his wand lightly, and a cup rose into the air and floated in front of Lupin, "You Okay, would you like a cup of tea? I think the afternoon sunshine is just right for tea."
Lupin looked at the cup floating in front of him in surprise: "Wow... I mean, this is really an amazing silent magic."
Of course, this hand is beautiful. Sirius snorted coldly and turned his head towards James, determined not to look at his brother. If the boy named Francis hadn't waved his magic wand and arranged a whole table of afternoon tea from the box no more easily than pulling out a few books, how could Regulus sit down obediently with a look of astonishment on his face?
Although it was rare to sit with his brother, Sirius would not thank this guy for providing the opportunity - he did not want to sit with Regulus like this, and such a beautiful magic made him immediately wary.
After all, he is the eldest son of the Black family. Sirius has a rebellious mind, but he has received all the education that an eldest son should have. His qualifications are top-notch. He only needs one glance to know that he has never seen this smiling blond fool in the pure-blood circle. (To be honest, that smile is stupid), and such a silent magic, as well as the space box, are enough to prove that he is definitely not from a Muggle family with no background.
He might just be the kind of person Sirius hates - he comes from a pure-blood family, has a deep foundation, is willing to show off and belittle others, and is best at hypocritical politeness... although this one looks quite silly.
But maybe this would be the more annoying kind of person - the kind who has a deep mind, is good at being the best actor, and even hides it from you.
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Perhaps the carriage had been silent for too long, and someone broke the silence first.
It's lily. Of course, she's so understanding, of course it's her.
"I never thought I would be having afternoon tea in this car one day."
The red-haired girl picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Looking at the table full of sweets, even if she was polite and reserved, no girl would not have her eyes light up, "Look at these..."
"Do you like apples or blueberries, Lily?" Harry saw her eyes wandering around the basket, hesitating, and immediately waved his wand, separating a small piece of apple pie and blueberry pie and falling on the cutlery plate he took out. It's only as big as two fingers. "Maybe trying them all can help you make a choice." Facing the red-haired and green-eyed girl, he couldn't hold back the feeling of wanting to smile at her, so he could only try his best not to She would be frightened and said with enthusiasm, "I personally recommend the apples. They were picked fresh yesterday and they taste particularly sweet."
Lily smiled sweetly at him across Snape, and Snape straightened his back, blocking the slight distance between the two like a mountain. At the same time, the gaze of James on the other side was like a flame.
My father is watching me. Although he was being stared at, Harry thought happily.
"Thank you for your generosity. This—" Sirius's words were polite, but his tone was not very friendly. He almost looked at Harry from the corner of his eyes, "—excuse me, what do you call him?"
"Francis." Harry said immediately.
"Do you want everyone to call you by your Christian name?" Sirius said rudely, "You have to let people know your last name. I'm not interested in your tea. I'm more interested in this, or... Don’t you dare reveal your name?”
In terms of etiquette, this can be called straightforward to the point of being rude.
Harry couldn't help but take a breath - he had always been the 'darling boy of the rebellious eldest son of the Black family'. It was the first time he heard Sirius say this to him, and he almost immediately felt shocked and uncomfortable - -However, he blinked, lowered his head and tried to calm down.
He is not your godfather, and this situation is possible. He said this to himself three times.
You have spanned almost twenty years, and you are using the wrong face. Who would be so kind to a stranger? The first day you met your godfather?
"No one wants to know what you want to know, black!" Lily could see Harry's momentary disappointment, and she said unhappily, "Hey, Potter, since you are not happy with other people's warm hospitality, you can go out."
"No, I didn't mean that! Evans, you have to believe me! I'm very - very grateful for this kindness! It's time for us to be hungry after such a long time!"
As James said this, he also cast a surprised glance at his buddy - although he also disliked Francis who was so courteous to Lily, but he said it so quickly, unlike what Sirius would usually do. Before he was doing anything or asking any questions, he could always chat with people for a few words, making people forget to be vigilant. If it weren't for the limited magic of language, he could make broomsticks fly without anyone.
"Okay, don't listen to him," James waved his hand and scratched his head, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, Evans, we have no other intention - we just haven't seen this person before and we are a little curious."
"Yes, after all, he is the only stranger in the whole car." Sirius said casually. Harry wanted to see him casually take a bite of snacks and drink a cup of tea, but Sirius didn't move at all, he was very vigilant. Harry could see this and couldn't help but sigh in frustration.
"Sirius." Regulus said softly, "Don't do that, it's... very rude."
This is a pale man. Always.
When Regulus looked at Harry, the latter found that he immediately thought of Uncle Regulus, yes, the Uncle Regulus in the ice.
They all have the same black facial features, the same thinness, the same paleness. The black hair is supposed to be charming, but it makes them paler than others - but this boy's lips are still bright red, and the blood on his face can be seen. It looks great too.
If the situation wasn't wrong, Harry would have wanted to give him more snacks and black tea.
How thin Uncle Regulus was, even if the ice had frozen him in time, he didn't look good before he was frozen in - almost skeletal. Harry had seen Sirius put the dinner plates in that room almost all night long, turn on the lights, eat the food one bite at a time, and then stay silent in front of the large piece of ice all night long, as if inside People will jump up to grab the food with him, and just like if a dinner plate is brought in front of him, the people inside will eat it.
"I apologize to you for my brother's behavior," Regulus said. The boy's voice was not loud, but it was clear enough. "He was really a little overly curious - because this was a return trip."
This seems to be an apology, but the words are very interesting - there will be no new students on the return bus that I don't know.
Sirius's gray eyes showed a bit of sarcasm: "I don't need you to apologize for me, or do you think this will lose the face of the Black family? You just focus on these, right? Then again, Regulus , your words are not much more polite than mine, huh?"
"I didn't introduce myself - with Principal Dumbledore's permission, I will temporarily transfer to Hogwarts this year, starting after Christmas." Harry sighed inwardly and said what the boys across from him wanted to know. topic, he tried to remember how Draco dealt with those purebloods, and slowly adjusted his tone, "I...come from an old pureblood family in Germany, but for some reasons, my last name is not very familiar to others. Introduction – if that’s what you want to know.”
If there was one thing that he didn't expect in this era, it would definitely be this - Harry really didn't expect that the relationship between Sirius and Regulus was so bad now, and Sirius didn't even want to look at Regulus.
It was obvious that his godfather even risked his own life in order to bring his brother home. That man never moved out of the old black house and stayed in this house with Regulus.
Now, the fourteen-year-old Sirius knocked on the table, and Harry could still see several wild-style rings on his hands: "So you came to study via Dumbledore?"
"Yes," Harry said, "An elder in my family is his old friend and entrusted me to him. I studied at home before."
As soon as dumbledore's name appeared, Sirius and James' expressions became obviously more relaxed. It was obvious that the old principal was very trustworthy in their hearts.
Harry thought for a while, and considering that Sirius said that Regulus was a very standard pureblood, he then said to Regulus very standardly: "I guess you must be from the black family with a long history. I've heard of your reputation, and it's an honor to meet you today...I mean, always pure black."
"Thank you for the compliment - Francis."
Regulus's face improved a little, and he even called Harry the name he said. Sirius's attitude was much worse, he got up and left.
James showed a terrible expression, you know this is the kind of polite words that Sirius hates the most. He glanced and saw Lily using her fork to order, and finally chose apple pie. He was going to follow Sirius directly, but he also took a piece of apple pie at this time: "I'm sorry, he is in a bad mood today - don't mind me. Would you like a piece? It looks delicious."
Harry nodded quickly: "Of course. If you like it, I will be very happy - I made it myself."
Although he might be disliked by others, he still wanted to add this sentence.
James was a little surprised. He raised his eyebrows. The expression was quite lively. Harry saw a completely different style from his own on this face - he had never seen his own face be so... lively. I saw his young father biting the apple pie in his mouth: "Oh, you seem to be a little different from the Germans I imagined... Well, anyway, see you later, hospitable little Francis."
He waved and left with Lupin, who had been awkwardly silent.
"Sorry to disturb you," Regulus stood up and said after James also left. "My brother - he always feels particularly bad after arguing with me. We didn't mean to disturb him."
This can almost be said to be speaking for my brother. That being said, the Black family's preference for a successor has not yet been fully determined.
Snape looked at the junior student calmly, then nodded coldly.
Lily and Harry smiled at Regulus almost at the same time: "Well, I think it's nothing."
They said the same words almost at the same time, which made Harry look at Lily with some surprise, and the girl winked at him, which made him full of joy.
"Thank you for your hospitality - I forgot to introduce myself, I am Regulus Black." Regulus nodded to Harry while holding his things, "I hope to see you at the Slytherin table tonight." Although. The whole person is relatively indifferent and gentle, but when he said this, he was very reserved and proud.
"Senior Snape." He nodded hurriedly to Snape and left.
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The train would not arrive at the station until dark. Harry knew this very well, but he did not expect that he and Lily alone would finish most of the snacks. Finally, after Lily asked for permission, I also gave it to my close friends to relieve Harry's burden.
Of course, during the whole process, Snape had a bad look on Harry, and his attitude was completely unacceptable.
But Harry wasn't angry at all. This reminded him of Draco, his future godson. Draco also always likes to have a bad face. He insists that he is the number one person around Harry. Once someone gets too close, Draco will not give that person a good look. So, Snape and his mother are very close. That's normal.
This is a bad habit that needs to be corrected, but at this time, Harry found that he actually missed Draco's stinky face.
- He really missed Draco. 166 reading network
