Sirius didn't rush in at once, or follow James and the others to peek at the door of the hospital wing. He always had a style of doing things: to be different and unexpected, even if this kind of 'different' and 'unexpected' 'It doesn't matter if the target jumps and yells.
Maybe the life before the age of eleven was too boring. After the age of eleven, Sirius Black almost always looked for excitement for himself, thrilling, full of unknowns, and worthy of adventure... He occasionally thought that this might be the reason why he entered the world. The biggest reason for Gryffindor.
However, otherwise, it is difficult for a person to get rid of his childhood. While Sirius was enjoying the freedom of becoming a Gryffindor, he did not let go of his suspicion and arrogance at all - this sentence means that even if he promised James , did not go too far into the secrets of Francis Bagshot, but this did not mean that he put down his doubts about this person or did not look for opportunities to observe this person.
Now is a great opportunity. Sirius snorted inwardly, proud of his flexible plan. He said he wanted to give Bagshot a 'fun surprise', so his buddy let him ride a broom and hide outside the hospital wing, looking through this half-open door. Through the open round window, he could have a good view of Bagshot on the nearest bed, who was half sitting on it. Sirius watched his brother half-covering him with a quilt and saying something.
He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed - this was the first time he had seen Regulus be so considerate to someone other than his family. You know, even in-laws like their cousin-in-law Lucius can only talk to this younger brother in complimentary terms (although he himself doesn't have a good face).
This is the case with Slytherin. When you talk to them, you will feel like you are talking to a code or a picky genealogy. People who are not qualified cannot even get their eyes, while those who are qualified put themselves in a high place. Sirius also hadn't gotten a friendly look from his brother in a long time.
They were no longer what they were when they were kids - Regulus worshiping Sirius no matter what he did. Sirius felt that within a year or two, his brother was about to turn into a person he didn't recognize, and he no longer felt that he was trustworthy or powerful. This brother also became like his mother, only knowing Accusing people according to the code.
So you can't blame me for not giving him a good look. Sirius thought coldly. Who wants to pour out their emotions and smiles to someone who won't respond enthusiastically at all?
Thinking this, his attention moved from Regulus' concerned face to the face of another person, and he looked at this person again almost critically.
"...He is indeed a German guy with a good face." Sirius couldn't help but clicked his tongue.
To be fair, Bagshot doesn't look unpleasant.
This boy has brilliant, slightly curly blond hair, with a length that Sirius admires, scattered on both sides of his face. His gray-blue eyes are not piercing, as unglamorous but translucent as lake water on a cloudy day; his facial features As deep as a knife, the bridge of his nose is straight, but his eyebrows seem to be born with a smile. The slightest movement makes people feel like he is smiling. His lips were thin and graceful, which was enough for painters to take notice of him and use him as a model for major paintings. The profile of his face that Sirius saw was as beautiful as a painting.
It was a soft arc, almost eliminating most of the cold and hard curves caused by foreign blood. Sirius looked at this man looking at his younger brother, with an expression that showed almost no vigilance, no response, just complete relaxation. , as clean as winter snow——Seeing this, even Sirius himself almost condemned himself. Whoever sees Bagshot's expression should put down their suspicions and go in with a smile. The feud with this person was settled, but Sirius felt an inexplicable sense of disharmony and violation. The more he looked at Bagshot, the stronger this feeling became, and he didn't know where to start.
It's like... there is something underneath Bagshot's face, something about him that doesn't match up. This senseless intuition intensifies every time Sirius sees this junior, and it's even more obvious in the dormitory. : Bagshot expressed surprise, calmness, and anger because his privacy was being penetrated. At this time, Sirius could finally realize that part of it was true, but something still seemed wrong.
No, no, no. he thought firmly.
Sirius wanted to squint his eyes and stare at the other person carefully to feel the difference. It was like the black tea in your cup was indeed the black tea you wanted, but the type and brewing time seemed to be subtly different. It was just that Snotlout was biting him tightly at that time, which suddenly diverted his attention.
What exactly was Francis Bagshot hiding?
Sirius went to such a point of crossing the line just because he wanted to know the answer. If confinement and punishment could get the answer, that would be great. He would be willing to exchange it. But so far, he only confirmed that the boy's name should be a fake name and that he himself should be from that dangerous place. Apart from his family, there is no other evidence——James and Bagshot are right, the family crest does not mean anything, James also has a few gadgets that originally had the Black family crest.
No. I am right. My intuition never failed me. He definitely had a secret and a second false face that must never be discovered, but it just wasn't revealed at Hogwarts.
While he was thinking, Regulus pulled up the bed curtains, walked out with a straight face, and Sirius took the opportunity to jump into the round window. And when he waved his wand and stared at the other person who was hit by the candies, he pulled up a pillow and put it on his head, but he didn't miss the interested look in his eyes as he stared at the rain of candies.
contradiction. Another weird contradiction. Sirius thought before hopping on his broom and running away.
Francis Bagshot, a qualified Slytherin who could (should be) recognized by his younger brother, felt novel because of the rain of candy.
This was definitely the weirdest hypocrisy he had ever seen.
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Regulus sent James Potter and his friends away coldly, returned to the dormitory with Harry holding the medicine, and looked at his roommate with helpless eyes again. Note, the roommate took out the candy from his pocket with a smile.
"Are you short of candy?" Regulus felt confused, because looking at Francis's supplies and clothes, he should not be short of gold galleons at all. "If you like Honeydukes, let's go to Hogsmeade to buy some next time. Come back, you don’t have to worry about it..." He glanced at the pile of candies that had everything in disgust, "...it's a gift from Potter."
"I'm not after candy," Harry said with a smile, "I'm after peace and friendship."
Since he was in a good mood, Harry watched Regulus shudder for 'peace and friendship' with a bit of mischievous amusement. Just like this, he drank up the potion in his hand, even though it tasted like denatured alcohol. It looked like it was mixed with mud and water, but he quietly stuffed a lemon gummy into his mouth. The sweet and sour taste immediately suppressed the bad taste and saved his tongue.
"Speaking of Hogsmeade," Harry quickly swallowed the lemon candy and remembered the business, "Regulus, I have something to ask you - do you know where I can buy Polyjuice Potion?"
Regulus was silent for a moment when he heard the name of the potion, Polyjuice Potion. Then he sat next to him and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to find out how to buy it, or do you just want a few bottles of medicine?"
He was very considerate and did not ask, 'What do you want this for at Hogwarts?'. Harry thanked him for his consideration, so he also thought about this question seriously and asked seriously: "Can this be anonymous? Is it fast enough?"
"Some people can do it, and some people have a hard time." Although Regulus was young, it was obvious that due to family reasons, even though he was just a boy, he was well versed in the art, which made Harry want to know if every person with a profound background The family is so proficient in early education, "We have reliable intermediaries and hidden lines. As long as a person with a distinguished status needs it, we can achieve complete anonymity; but if the resources in your hands are not deep enough, what kind of magic potion did you buy?" Probably not a secret at all.”
Harry's facial features were almost twisted into a ball by the twists and turns, because the resources in his hands were almost non-existent!
But Regulus seemed to have anticipated these hospitals and immediately grabbed him by the corner of his clothes and said almost tentatively: "But if you are in need...come with me."
The boy pulled him, turned to his area, rummaged through the cabinets, found a small suitcase, opened it and found three medicine bottles, thought about it, put it in again, closed it, and then he put the suitcase completely He handed it to Harry, who was stunned.
"You can just take the potion I brought and use it, and I guarantee that almost no one will know about it." Regulus said firmly, as if this was no problem at all, but looking at the hidden box, Harry He knew that this must be his private reserve, the kind that no one knew about, so he opened his mouth wide, blinked, and said uncertainly for a long time: "You are not because of Sirius..."
"Half and half," Regulus said, although he was usually reserved, but he smiled openly at this moment, "Even if Sirius didn't have anything to do with him, I would still be willing to help you, Francis," he said apologetically, "I really didn't expect that Sirius would You are so presumptuous, I know you are not short of money, and you will not anger me. These polyjuice potions are just a little bit of my thoughts, if you urgently need them now."
Just before Harry was about to say, 'I really don't care that much about what Sirius does,' Regulus whispered, "Of course you have to accept it - I thought we were friends, Francis."
"Of course we are friends!" Harry took the box with a smile, "What you said doesn't sound very Slytherin... Well, thank you for your consideration."
Just in case, he opened it and took a look. Regulus's potion reserve was of course very complete. Although some of the potions in it would probably not be used once in school for several years, the Black family had obviously prepared them well. Completely prepared, except for the expensive and scarce potions like Felixir, there were all kinds of potions, and some of the ointments were quite familiar to Harry - Draco would take them out and apply some when he was beaten.
Thinking that there were injured people at home, Harry felt much more at ease holding this box.
"Thank you," he said sincerely, "I really need these potions now. This helps me a lot, Regulus."
After hearing this, Regulus finally showed his first satisfied expression all day.
"I'm glad to have helped you," he said. He stretched out his wand and tapped on the box. After chanting a short spell, the Black family crest on the box disappeared. He looked at it. Looking at Harry, he stopped talking for a while and then said, "You looked really bad when you came back - did something happen to you? I think I might be able to help you more -"
"It's okay," Harry said reassuringly, "I just encountered something while going home... You know, Britain is still peaceful, but some countries are at war outside." He paused and added He said, "It's a Muggle war."
Regulus's face showed the same disgust and contempt as Draco in the first year.
"Oh, Muggles," he said, but said nothing else.
"Anyway, I hope your family will also pay attention and be careful when traveling," Harry chose his words carefully, "I have seen that scene... it is no safer than a wizard duel."
"You must be frightened," Regulus comforted him in turn, but he didn't seem to care much about the reminder, "How else can Muggles be scared? Wizards only need magic spells to subdue them."
The childhood education received by wizards from a family background is too ingrained. Harry thought. But there is no rush in this matter. After all, Regulus seems to have never had any relationship with ordinary people in his life.
But in this situation, he couldn't help but understand the confidentiality part of the wizard's law - if it weren't for the magic spell to eliminate the memories of one accidental witness after another, who knows whether those who reached out to the mutants would find out After the existence of wizards, he reached out to this race again?
This made his heart sink.
"Maybe, maybe I was too frightened on this journey," he finally touched his nose and said vaguely, "I need a lot of food to soothe my soul."
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It's true, Harry ate a lot at lunch because for whatever's sake, he was running around as soon as he got up and barely ate anything, or rather, he simply forgot about breakfast, the only thing he ate It was the sweets given by Sirius.
Regulus watched helplessly as his roommate stuffed half a roast chicken, half a plate of baked potatoes, half a plate of fried cod pieces, several pieces of bread with ham and a large bowl of soup into his stomach, while still talking to the classmate opposite him. As he spoke, he really felt that he should go to the hospital wing and get another bottle of digestive potion. This was completely unlike his roommate's usual portion, not to mention that besides that, Francis also ate several pieces of after-dinner sweets, even for a fifth-year The male students should also feel their stomachs bloated.
Some Slytherin students also gave him a surprised look: "Oh, Bagshot, you have a really good appetite today."
"Yes," Harry said with a smile while cutting a piece of meat pie, "After all, at my age, I have to avoid growing into a skinny stick - otherwise I will be blown off the broomstick."
"So you also play Quidditch? Francis?" Regulus interjected calmly, "I thought Germany wasn't keen on it."
"I quite like it," Harry put the pie into his mouth with a fork and shrugged, "But it's just average. I have a Nimbus, and I occasionally ride it around the house."
The topic just turned away from food intake and gradually moved towards Quidditch. Although his eyes were not easy to shift, Harry peeked silently during the process and found that Snape was still sitting at the corner of the long table, eating quietly; and across the long table, James and Sirius were arguing and accusing each other. You didn't do it, one said I did it, Remus was crying and trying to stop the fight, while Wormtail... added a new fear.
oh. Harry immediately understood why. Because of the Grindelwald family crest. The whole thing is focused on and fearful of this, which is indeed what Wormtail can do.
Then he turned his attention back with regret - no matter how infuriating the future events were, he couldn't drag Wormtail away from his father, uncle and godfather now.
"So you're done with your family affairs," said a Parkinson's affiliate.
"Ah, ah, no, I have to go back again - I came back to get something." Harry came back to his senses and cheered up to answer, because even though the other person's expression was casual, as if he was just asking a casual question, but in his heart The sensor's sensitivity made him alert, "I might go back in the afternoon or evening."
"Then you have to revise harder," the other party said with a considerate smile. "The final exam is still very important. You have to be careful not to embarrass yourself."
Regulus's expression darkened, but he didn't say anything more.
"Thank you for the reminder," Harry pretended to be very grateful and smiled normally, without revealing the other person's intention of stepping on him with his words. He thought that compared to this person, Pansy is pretty cute, "I think I can still complete the final exam, after all, the elders in my family are very strict with me."
I actually miss Pansy's directness now - these things should be left to Draco, what on earth am I suffering here!
Harry felt like his face was frozen with laughter - Merlin, he has a basilisk and can speak snake language, but he is really not good at pretending and giving in to snakes! !
I'm so lucky, I didn't listen to Draco and insisted on entering Slytherin. He once again clasped his hands in his heart and expressed gratitude, and quickly stuffed food into his mouth. When he was full, he ran away from the long table - luckily today, Hogsmeade Day, the chief was not at the table. Leaving on your own is not conspicuous.
After leaving a note with Regulus explaining that he was going home, and noting that the candy given by James was on the table and could be taken away as snacks, Harry took the suitcase and some potion ingredients given by Regulus and put on his clothes again. Put on that black cloak.
This time he remembered his lesson and didn't even go to the Forbidden Forest. He ran directly into the secret passage in the cellar. This secret passage was not even on the map made by his father and the others. It was absolutely safe. When Harry stood in it, even He was annoyed that he had to choose the Forbidden Forest before. Compared with the Forbidden Forest, these secret passages that he knew and that others never knew were absolutely kept secret. He was too careless before.
After closing the secret passage, Harry closed his eyes, hugged the suitcase and the backpack containing the materials tightly, and disappeared into the dark secret passage with a bang, leaving only a red smoke that no one could see.
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"Ouch!!"
Sean felt something hit his chest when his head turned dark. He took a few steps back and almost sat down on the ground due to inertia. He was about to mutter something about walking without looking at the road. When he looked again, he saw that he was not sitting on the ground. The boy had already sat on the ground. , the hood fell off his head, but the boy didn't care about that, his hands still tightly protecting the antique-like suitcase and a bulging bag that he didn't know where he came from.
"What are you doing!" Sean shouted in shock, "Why did you suddenly appear! Why did you go?"
"What can I do? I went back to get the medicine." Harry couldn't laugh or cry. "Sean, I can't press the doorbell so arrogantly anymore! After I almost destroyed that laboratory? Besides, why are you running so fast?"
Sean blinked guiltily, took the big package from his hand, and pulled him up from the ground: "God, what are you talking about?" He also reached out to unzip the bag, but was stopped by Harry. He slapped his hand away.
"Don't move," Harry warned in a serious tone, "Some materials have stingers or venom on them, so I can't guarantee your safety."
Potion materials have always been a very subtle and general existence. Some of them are parts of ordinary plants or animals that ordinary people can find, such as licorice, sun orchid, and snake skin; while some potion materials are taken from magical creatures, such as dragons. Teeth, the sting of the billywig bug, and the feathers of the soundless bird, these are almost harmless to humans as long as you are careful and don't be stupid enough to stuff them into your mouth; while some are naturally very unfriendly, such as jumping beans. , Mandrake, even wizards will have a headache when they see them.
Sean is such an out-of-the-box person, Harry didn't want him to be knocked down by the potion materials just after he left the terrifying laboratory, so he warned and intimidated him in advance to prevent Sean from showing his undue curiosity while he was away. And too much mobility to peek and play. You know, in the first year of school, Sean had smoke sprayed in his nose and ears for three days because he secretly tasted the cold medicine he was brewing.
"Are you just calling these medicines?" Sean was indeed threatened and immediately retracted his fingers and glared at him.
"Actually, it's basically not for you to drink." Harry said honestly and without mercy, holding those things, "You just need to rest more." He paused and then thought of someone else, "Oh, yes Well, Sean, I heard someone was drafted with you - how is that person doing?"
"How do you know that Alex and I went to be soldiers together?" Sean was shocked again, "No, I don't know, we are not in the same team. Generally speaking, the reason why I was arrested was because I got into a fight with the enemy and escaped. Team."
should be no problem. Harry thought, and said to Sean that I would go pack my things first and then walked to his temporary room.
In the future, according to Alex's description, his journey as a soldier went smoothly, and when the war ended, he came back fine... No.
Harry thought of Sean and became wary again.
Sean has never said that he has been in any damn laboratory, and if he hadn't been there and had the ability to riot, Sean might not be standing here alive and kicking. If Alex... He means, Alex has also encountered hardships. ?
During his time, Sean, Angel, and Azazel were all fine. He didn't even see that Angel had that scar, and Sean never mentioned these things. Harry couldn't determine whether this matter really happened in this timeline. It happened before, what if Sean just didn't want to mention it, but the scar removal potion was indeed very effective for Angel?
But at the same time, Harry could not ignore the possibility that these things had never happened, and they did not exist in the lives of his relatives.
This matter is now in a very delicate state: he acted freely, and the results of his interference are subtly aligned with later generations; but there is too little information from later generations, not enough for Harry to confirm whether this matter was originally what it should be. If this happened, he might have accidentally interfered and had a new result.
And, next, how should he deal with this time travel?
Harry's face turned into worry.
Just when he was so worried, he heard Hank calling him in surprise from behind.
"Francis?"
Harry quickly rubbed his face, relaxed his facial expression, and was about to respond when he heard a second voice, an unfamiliar one.
"What the hell, the only student here?"
Wait a moment. The voice sounded unfamiliar, but Harry swore it was definitely someone he knew.
"...Logan?!"
When he saw clearly who was standing next to Hank, Harry couldn't help shouting and his jaw dropped.
Standing next to Hank, the younger version of Logan, who had a little less beard, glanced at Harry up and down with his sharp eyes, and his eyes widened when he saw his black cloak and the Hogwarts uniform underneath.
"So," Logan said, "it's you, Potter, how could you...oh no."
His expression suddenly became serious, as if he had discovered something terrible, and his breathing began to quicken.
"What are you talking about?" Hank next to him said confused.
"No," the man ignored the confused Hank, but took out his phone and took a look at it, his features twisted into a ball, "No, no, no, I said this can't be tried easily... I came to the wrong place. "
"I'm sorry, brother, I have to leave," Logan strode towards the door, "I'm sorry, just pretend that what I said never happened - but I still hope you pay attention, Raven, the point is Raven, don't let her Remember who you killed."
Harry felt something hit him on the head - don't let anyone kill anyone? His aunt?
"Wait," Hank shouted at him, "What are you talking about? What do you mean when you come and go suddenly? What does this have to do with Raven?"
"I left because the place and time were wrong, everything was wrong," Logan waved to them without looking back, "Goodbye, Hank, goodbye, Potter."
After saying that, he closed the school door. After a while, Harry heard the sound of a car driving away quickly, but that was not the point at all. His focus was entirely on what Logan called him.
...What did he call me just now? Potter? !
Did Logan recognize him? A completely different him?
wrong!
This time Harry almost jumped on the spot.
——At this point in time, Logan probably doesn’t know him at all (gosh, his parents aren’t even adults yet), and Logan doesn’t even know how to call him Potter! No matter how good the conversation with Sirius was on the motorcycle, Logan would always call him 'Charles' boy' or 'Harry', because his usually lazy mind (Rogue's term) didn't even think of the word 'Potter'. Be equal to Harry!
How is this going? !
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You bad guys, all of you want to see what’s going on in the crematorium hhhhh
In fact, I also want to write about losing the horse, but I really can’t rush this. I don’t know how many otz the chapter number of this vest is going to be.
After thinking about it, let’s explain it. The two speculations that Harry was thinking about are as follows: Many movies we have seen have two consequences of time travel. First, you make a careful or imprudent operation, only to find that it is because of your operation. , things will develop like this later. Prisoner of Azkaban is a living example. The cycle seems arbitrary, but it is actually very smooth. There are similar sayings in the theory of grandmothers. For example, if you try to kill your grandmother but encounter the banana peel effect and fail, your grandmother escapes. That is why you meet your grandfather and fall in love with your mother.
Second, you just messed around and turned the world into a parallel time and space. In other words, you were originally swinging around on the timeline of world a, but as a result, the butterfly effect branched out, and then you Passively rolled to branch b world, or you are likely to be rolled to world b if you do not take remedial measures. There is an old movie called "Back to the Future" in which the male protagonist is almost chased by his young old mother and becomes terribly worried. Then after the third part of this film was released, it started to take off (I think).
The reason why Harry is very worried is that he is not sure whether he is 1 or 2 at all, everything is still in Schrödinger.
So when I was watching Women's Federation 4, I complained to my friend that if the last five minutes of operation can make him live to the time of his original world, I will eat the shield! Depend on!
I have to start reviewing seriously this month. I was scolded by my best friend for being lazy, but I will try my best to arrange the time and stabilize the frequency of updates as much as possible!
I have carefully read everyone's questions in the comment area. Some of them involve spoilers and I can't answer them, but I can give you a reminder: regarding time travel, whichever method is used, then basically follow the rules. That’s all, please enjoy your imagination and look forward to the following plot! But I won’t seriously reply to comments about the plot. The plot is in my mind and I have thought about it very early. I won’t spoil it easily. This is fun~
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