Before the summer vacation, Harry had to live a half-life school life.
There was no way, he could neither let 'Francis Bagshot' miss school for too long, which would attract too much attention; nor could he rest assured about Charles. If he didn't go back to see Charles at night, and take care of his father's life to the best of his ability, he would I couldn't even sleep well.
Draco felt like he was worrying too much.
"Your father is neither a three-year-old child, nor does he live there alone," he reminded repeatedly, preventing Harry from interfering too much with his father, and said sourly, "I really can't tell which of you two is the father. Who is the son! Merlin, can't you have more faith in your father?"
"I have faith in my dad," Harry said innocently, "but that doesn't mean I don't want to care about him."
Draco had to remind him again: "You really have to stop - we have to get out of here!! That's your dad from twenty years ago, make no mistake!"
Every time Harry heard these words, he would cover his face and remain silent, pause for a while, and take the initiative to go back to school to calm down - caring about his father has actually become his instinct, his nature. What Draco said was cold but very reasonable. , sometimes being too close to people of this era is also very dangerous behavior for time travelers.
The house that used to have no students had completely adapted to Harry's presence - 'Little Frances'' room had been settled in it for a long time, and the number of changes of clothes here had gradually increased; Sean regarded the boy as the cutest child He is also the most reliable companion and little brother, willing to do anything with him and thank him for improving the food; Hank also regards the boy as a gentle and obedient junior, a smart enough student, and what this house needs, Charles A child who also needs something. This taciturn man slowly figured out some of the boy's habits. Harry could gradually find many of his favorite foods or drinks in the refrigerator, or when he was looking for books to study in the study, he was very It is easy to get Hank's guidance in physics and biology.
As for Charles, although he still spends most of his time alone, and after hearing about the riots at Straker Industries through the news and other channels, he increasingly likes to do something alone in his study, but everyone knows that he Although his mood and temper became equally bad, little Francis was always an exception. The boy could stay close to him, stay in his room, help take care of his daily life, and never say an unnecessary word like any child today.
Many times, he was just accompanying Charles, but in Hank's opinion, this was enough.
--but! What Draco wants to emphasize is, BUT! As a bystander, he simply regretted that he came too late!
"Come on, tell me again," Draco grabbed Harry's shoulders kindly, "What did I say?"
Harry had to put down his pen: "Can you let me write the paper - otherwise you will write it -"
"Tell me again what I emphasized!"
"——Don't engage in too many unnecessary behaviors that deepen your relationship with people of this era."
"That's right. Write your paper."
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"Hey Frances, how was your test?"
When Draco heard this voice, he wanted to yawn and roll his eyes, but since he was still in the form of 'Francis', he had to be mentally prepared, relax his facial muscles, and speak with a natural expression. Look back.
"Just—that's a little more than good or bad," he said, and had to nod, "Good afternoon, James."
That's right, he could only call him James, because Harry Damn Xavier had miraculously gotten to know his father quickly, and the other party's attitude was also very cordial, so he couldn't call him 'Mr. Potter'.
Merlin's on, Draco has suspected that Harry has some strange curse for a long time - even though it was twenty years ago, Harry's popularity is still not bad, even so good that it's amazing. Look at Snape and look at him, James thinks about them The attitudes are simply two extremes.
If this was just a daily social interaction, then Draco could just hum and let Harry make friends with whomever he wanted - of course he would check it - and he also firmly believed that he was in a position that no one else could match in Harry's heart.
But now, Draco hated him for this and couldn't immediately cut off this network of people. Harry's depression was a terrible thing. Draco could be said to have been vigilant and found that he was the kind of person who was very easy to introspect. Draco and he When facing his 'roommate' uncle, he can't be so indifferent right away.
"Oh, let's see, spells, transfiguration, potions, history of magic..." James looked at the names on the scoreboard and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Wow, I can't count how many O's there are. , which is already quite a dazzling achievement.”
"You must be being modest," Draco yawned lazily, but maintained a more sincere expression, "Your grades are also quite impressive - I'm sorry, the review time is too long, I'm still a little sleepy." He said through yawning and teary eyes to cover up the details of his expression.
Playing Harry is difficult, not because the guy walks a delicate balance between being well-educated and modern and free-spirited, but because he's His expression is natural, like a small pearl buried in black gravel. If you are a little more sensitive, you will clearly feel that even if he has the same expression as others, it is different.
Draco is confident of playing a Slytherin, but he really doesn't dare to replace Harry too much in front of James - who knows if there is any extra magical nature or blood connection between father and son. In the concept of magic, the connection of blood has always been mysterious and close. , and the biological relationship between parents and children follows closely behind. This is not a relationship that can be represented by a Muggle household registration. If someone is malicious, this relationship can even kill you.
After a few casual chats about this year's exam questions and other topics, when Draco was about to find an excuse to leave, James explained the purpose of his visit.
"I heard," James rubbed the back of his head a little uneasily, and Draco was surprised to find that Harry's father would also look at the ceiling when he was nervous, "you will visit the Black family during the summer vacation——"
"Ah, yes," Draco said, "It was an invitation from Regulus. I heard that their family has a very rich collection of books, and he also wanted to - I mean, you know, we are very close, and he wanted to introduce me to him. family."
After saying that, he twitched the corner of his mouth like Harry: "...even though I already know his annoying brother."
James laughed sheepishly, obviously unable to blame anyone else for his brother in this matter.
"I don't understand," Draco said with a hint of sarcasm, "I heard that Mr. Black often changes his girlfriend once a month. I don't know where his girlfriend has been in the past few months, so he still has so many girlfriends. He devotes all his energy to caring for his brother and my studies."
————Before the final exam, his uncle had touched another nerve. He was wandering around Harry and his uncle, gesticulating about their review, claiming that he was concerned about his brother's study, and did not consider this at all. Regulus was embarrassed for a while. If his personality wasn't really gentle, and he didn't completely hate Sirius coming to them, and he got along very well with his roommates, Harry might have faced a cold dormitory.
If he were just a prisoner, then Regulus could send his brother away - for example, threatening to sue the family or something. Although Sirius was not afraid of yelling letters, he was very annoying and nagging - but Sirius seemed to have finally remembered his social education. Turn this annoyance into, well, useful annoyance.
For example, if his excuse is that he cares about learning, then he will definitely guide Regulus, or come up with some novel ideas and suggestions for the papers they are stuck on, or collect practical spells to demonstrate to them. look.
This attitude far surpassed the 'simply annoying' attitude he had before. Although Harry still felt a thorn in his back, he needed to take care of Regulus's mood - yes, Regulus also knew in his heart that Sirius was not This is the type of person who gets bored doing this, but Harry understands this mentality, he also has an older brother, and he also enjoys doing everything with Peter.
And Draco thought about what happened to his uncle later, and then he resisted the urge to get angry and drive the person away.
During this late review process, Regulus was always in a better mood than a bad one - but Harry and Draco were different. They had to brace themselves to guard against any sudden moves by their uncle and godfather.
"Ah... um... um..." James hesitated for a while, and then said, "So we are all quite surprised that you are actually willing to be a guest at Black's house. Aren't you afraid that Bigfoot will annoy you to death?"
Draco shrugged like Harry, "It doesn't affect my friendship with Regulus." Although he kind of wished it was a less passionate friendship.
"And I heard that Mr. Black always stays at his great-aunt's house during the holidays," he continued, "I hope you are as hospitable as ever, James."
"Of course I'm hospitable," James stretched out his long arm, put his arm around his shoulders, and whispered, "Listen, I know you're annoyed with Sirius, but this is what I want to talk to you about now - even though he seems You have grown up in my family, but... I still hope you will consider whether you want to come to my house to play during the summer vacation? My mother can make delicious desserts, don't you like it very much? "
Draco's eyes widened in shock and his eyebrows knitted together... then he reacted and opened his mouth like Harry did.
James was amused when he saw his expression: "Hey, don't be like this. Compared to Slytherin's cellar, my home is not a hell, right? There is plenty of sunshine, a vast space, and afternoon tea and snacks are as good as Quidditch. You like to read books , and my dad also has many books that are not borrowed..."
"That's what surprises me," Draco said, "If I heard correctly, you're inviting a Slytherin to your house?"
"My mother is still a Slytherin," James waved his hand, "Sirius and his whole family are Slytherins!" Then he shook Draco's shoulders and said, half coaxing, half persuading, "Come on, I really hope you can As a guest, my mother is also very interested in you. She and I praised the quality of the snacks and magic spells you made last time. She is also very good at these two items and has always wanted to meet you...and you come It hasn’t been too long in the UK, so there must be some places I haven’t visited yet – I’m not saying that little Regulus can’t take you there, but you have to know that his mother is very strict with him!”
It was difficult for anyone to refuse such a sincere invitation, but Draco had to grind his teeth secretly - he really shouldn't have agreed to Harry's replacement today. This tempting question should never have been put in front of him. This pair of He was not attractive at all, but full of problems. He should let Harry think about this problem with pain and happiness.
Should you accept this invitation or not? What would Harry do if he were in his shoes?
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"...I will agree without hesitation," Harry, who came to change shifts and heard about the incident when the dormitory was empty, blinked, poured himself a glass of lemonade, and replied decisively, "I will agree without any hesitation, although It sounds a bit dangerous, but I will definitely agree."
"Yeah," Draco said mockingly, and closed the lid of the suitcase with a slap, "I can guess with Merlin's toes that this is your reaction, so - I just got stuck. Clear your things. , get ready to move, Mr. Harry James Potter! You'd better be prepared for everything, because the next moment you step into Potter, you may be treated as the illegitimate son of old Mr. Potter by some manor magic system the next second!"
Harry smiled dryly and turned his head, and Draco realized that his posture was exactly like his biological father's.
"You know me best, Draco," he said gratefully with a sincere expression, "I knew you were the best to me!"
Draco made a disgusted expression and threw the pillow tremblingly at his face.
"You deal with Dumbledore yourself!" he said, "Don't be lazy!"
Harry smiled and ran away to disturb the old headmaster's afternoon tea.
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"I was still thinking about when you would come," when the boy said the password and walked into the headmaster's office, Dumbledore gave him an expression that you and I both understand, "Yes, you will not miss the freshly baked cake. And waffles, I should have thought of that.”
"I also saw Spanish churros," Harry winked at the old headmaster and sat across from him, "Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore."
"It was a recipe that someone else brought to me. I asked the house elves repeatedly before they helped me try it." Dumbledore put down the teacup and watched with a smile as Harry tasted a little. Then he folded his hands on the table and went straight to the topic. "So, I think you have seen your results and are ready for the holiday, Francis. I have also seen your results in particular, and they are not beyond my expectation. I think my old friend will be very happy. Proud of you."
Harry had serious doubts about the second part of the sentence, but he could only smile.
"Yes, Headmaster," he said, "I'm ready for the holidays. But that's why I bother you - can I go back to Nurmengard during the holidays?"
The portraits on the wall of the headmaster's office groaned, as if his head was not clear. Harry even heard one of the headmaster's portraits muttering, "Has Nurmengard rebuilt its Quidditch field?"
"No, kid," the old principal said calmly, "I'm glad that, given your age, you have the patience and desire to stay with my old friend for a long time, but I have to say, that's not a place suitable for children. And he wrote to ask me to take you out, not only so that you can go to school, but also so that I can arrange a place suitable for you."
"I don't understand, Headmaster." Harry knew very well that Grindelwald was annoying him to death, but of course he wanted to show that he was a little confused. "If I don't go back there, where will I go for the holidays? I can find it myself. Do you have a place to live?”
"You are not yet a minor," Dumbledore said patiently. "You will need a suitable guardian - and there is no need to worry about that. He informed me of his arrangements long ago through your new surname."
Harry said 'Ah' at first, but he soon realized: he also has a fake last name.
"Ah, oh, I understand," Harry said, "Am I going to disturb my great-aunt?"
"For a lonely old man, this is not an intrusion - Bathilda is a very kind elder and knowledgeable scholar," Dumbledore patiently explained to him, "Even if it's me, When I was young and lived with my family next door to her house, I received a lot of care and guidance from her. I can assure you that she was definitely not a difficult person to get along with. Your great-uncle also received her A lot of love, and I believe that with your personality, you will be very compatible with her, Frances."
oh oh. Harry quickly ran through this relationship in his mind, and all kinds of gossip information he had obtained flashed through his mind, especially... ahem. In this way, Grindelwald's aunt and the Dumbledore family were neighbors, and the young Grindelwald and his aunt had a very good relationship.
——Then he finally understood where this cross-border 'friendship' began.
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After coming out of the principal's office and looking at the students who were happily going home along the way, Harry counted on his fingers. Although his and Draco's third year was over, it was still full of water - not to mention time travel. Because of the 'jet lag', he only entered school after the Christmas break and started studying. From time to time, he asked Draco to cover for him when he went back to see his father. Draco even stopped going to school and didn't focus on his studies after coming here. In addition to covering for him, Harry Make time for him to study.
Although Francis Bagshot did not cheat in his final exam, the results cannot be said to be entirely the result of his study in just a few months. It is purely because Harry himself is not bad at all - and even if he is now Even if Sai went to fourth grade for three months, his grades would not drop below an 'E'.
And now, their third grade is about to end like this. This made Harry sigh a little - they would definitely not be able to make up for the half term when they went back.
"Francis!"
Halfway there, Harry heard Lily's voice. He almost immediately smiled and turned his head.
"Lily!" he waved.
The red-haired girl walked over quickly like a warm flame. At the same time, Snape, as usual, was half a step behind her and followed her, looking at Harry with a gloomy expression. It's obvious that he still doesn't like him very much, or maybe he's not in a very good mood.
But to be disrespectful to the professor - Harry didn't care about him. He just stepped forward happily, raising his head slightly to greet his mother: "Good afternoon, Lily, where are you from?"
"I just read the results." Lily said happily, "God bless me, I don't have to worry about those questions anymore."
"You didn't need it," Harry said. "Your grades are among the best."
"You don't need to, but I heard that you often go to the library, and why?" Lily blinked the green eyes that were very familiar to Harry, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's not talk about grades. I'm here to give you this," she said, taking out a piece of paper from the bag she was holding, "I know you are not as ignorant about Muggles as Potter and the others - so, this is my home address and Phone, you must write to us or call us during your vacation, okay? Severus lives down the street from me too, so we all get letters. If you read anything interesting, tell me too. , you know, I can only read Muggle books during the holidays."
Snape glanced at Lily with a very unkind expression, as if he was blaming her for getting involved with him. However, in this short half term, Lily regarded this junior student as a good friend and book buddy, and was keen to communicate with him - in Gryffindor Academy, it was difficult for her to be so eager to learn. Find someone to communicate with at the same level. Although Snape is knowledgeable and good enough, little Francis is also a completely different type from him.
Although this junior is a grade below and only transferred for half a semester, he can speak English perfectly well and his magic skills far exceed that of a third grader. Moreover, he always regards talking with Lily as the happiest thing, but He was really attentive to sharing what he had learned with her, and he was very considerate in every gesture. From time to time, he would tell her some interesting stories about the Muggle world in order to lighten the atmosphere... For such a young boy, it was hard for Lily not to like him.
Unlike Potter, who tried his best to please her, although Snape never gave Francis a good look, Francis never cared. He was always friendly, and would try to say a few words to Snape from time to time to build a good relationship—— Although the latter has always had a bad face and just doesn't want to talk to him.
In this way, although in Lily's heart, Snape is still her best friend, she also regards little Frances as a very important friend. If she can't communicate during the holidays, her holiday life will definitely be less fun, and , she also very much hopes that little Francis can have a good relationship with Severus, who has always been very withdrawn. They are both from the same academy. Maybe they can establish a friendship with some effort?
Harry didn't know what his mother was thinking, he just took the note, and his mood was so good at this moment that he could fly into the sky several times.
"No problem," he could barely restrain his smile. Lily stood opposite him and felt that the junior's expression was as bright as a ray of sunshine shining on him. "Thank you for telling me—— I will definitely write to you often! I will visit Regulus and James’ home during the holidays, and I think I will be able to share a lot of reading experience with you.”
"Oh," Lily said with her eyes widened in surprise, "So you're still staying in the UK during the holidays? That's great, it's more convenient for our communication."
"Floo, Lily," Snape reminded expressionlessly, "he can use Floo."
At the same time, he also cast a deep gaze on Harry, as if to say, you are really an unpredictable guy to have received invitations from these two companies at the same time.
"I'm going to my great-great-grandmother's house for the holidays," Harry said simply, changing his title. After all, his fake identity had a layer of disguise. "She lives in Godric's Valley."
"Great-great-grandmother," Lily said in surprise, "then she must be very old."
"We are wizards, so, you see, it's okay," Harry said. "Otherwise, I wouldn't dare bother her."
They chatted a few more words about the holidays before saying goodbye on the stairs and returning to their respective lounges. However, Snape's expression was not very good during the whole process, and Harry could only try his best to ignore this feeling - it was too scary to feel like he was back in Potions class.
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When all the exams are over and the results are out, of course, everyone is packing their luggage and preparing to go home - the same goes for Regulus, who has packed all his luggage and stuffed it all into the available space. In the suitcase of the magic spell, he can lift it up and walk out. Fortunately, with the help of the magic spell, it is not very heavy, which allows him to take it on the train home without being unable to take out things to pass the time. .
Before setting off, he said goodbye to Harry: "When you settle down," the youngest son of the Black family rarely showed a slightly worried look, which was as obvious as the foam on the coffee, "write me a letter. If you have If you need anything, I can also ask my house elf to help you purchase it."
Harry had a 'relaxed' expression, held his hand and shook it, "You must remember to reply to me when you get home - I will write to you when I get to my grandmother's house. I heard that Godric The valley is a pretty nice place, don’t worry.”
"It is indeed a nice place. There are many old families who have settled there," Regulus nodded. "You will like it there. I once visited my distant aunt, and there are some nice shops and scenery there."
"Yes," Harry said, "my cousin said so."
Draco sneezed while he was away at Xavier's school.
After Regulus said goodbye to his roommate, he had to put on his 'Mr. Black' look with a reserved and cold face, and walked out of the lounge. Harry walked a few steps, stood side by side with him, and said with a smile: "Don't You’re so heartless, let me take you to the yard.”
Regulus's expression became more relaxed because of these words - although they haven't been together for a long time, Harry is indeed a friend who can make people feel better. Maybe he is not very qualified to be a Slytherin, but it doesn't matter, little Mr. Black will be a Slytherin. They are not particularly qualified, they are very compatible.
If you stay alone for a long time, you will get used to it; but not if you stay alone for a long time, you will still get used to it.
He was a little reluctant to give up.
They walked out of the lounge side by side and formally said goodbye once more to the courtyard. Regulus then walked out of the school gate with his suitcase in hand.
It is worth mentioning that Sirius was talking unhappily with James and other friends. When James turned his head and waved to Harry, he also turned his head and his expression became clear again.
"See you during the holidays!" he waved to Harry enthusiastically, ignoring the expressions of the passing students looking at him, "Dear Francis, I promise I will wait for you to visit me in my hateful home——"
Harry didn't really think Sirius was in a 'hospitable' mood at the moment, so he turned around and returned to the lounge with a blank expression.
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So, after everyone in the school had left, Harry sent Draco back to Xavier's house to wait - he took some Muggle supplies that needed to be hidden by the way - before running to the principal's office with his own things. ——The old principal is already waiting there, with Floo powder ready.
"We will go to my house first, and then visit Bathilda," Dumbledore said with a smile. His expression was like an ordinary grandfather taking his grandson out for a stroll. He was casual, relaxed, and his face was rosy because of the sun. "The address is 27 Godric Valley.”
"Okay, Professor."
Harry nodded, then walked into the fireplace with Floo powder in hand, sprinkled the Floo powder, and said clearly and loudly, "Number 27, Godric's Vale!"
Green flames shot up from the ground, roared over his body, and then he disappeared into the fireplace; and then, Dumbledore also got in and disappeared into it.
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Harry once thought that Dumbledore's house should be like this: just like the headmaster's office, full of bookcases, of course; wooden floors, many magical artifacts, many portraits and some pure paintings... Or maybe there would be a round table in the house There is a table and a deck chair where people can sit and drink afternoon tea and enjoy the flower beds and sunshine outside the window.
But when he stood on the ground, he realized that Dumbledore's house was unexpectedly simple - just like an ordinary family in a nineteenth-century village, with wooden stairs and large and small pottery and copper jars. and plates, a few half-used candles, wooden tables and chairs, and dim lighting... What’s even more strange is that there is a layer of floating dust here, and the flowerbed outside the door is completely overgrown with weeds. It seems that there has been no growth for many days. People live.
"Oh, I wanted to ask you to sit down, but it looks like it won't work." Dumbledore emerged from behind him and waved his wand to remove the dust floating in the air in the room. "It looks like this place still needs to be cleaned. —Come, Francis, this way."
He took Harry out of the door and greeted directly to the garden next door: "Oh, good afternoon, Bathilda, your roses look more energetic than last year - I hope I didn't disturb you, I brought the child over."
Harry quickly lowered his head and bowed, then quietly raised his head and looked at the 'great-great-grandmother' standing in the garden next door.
Bathilda is about as good an old English woman as you could imagine.
In other words, she is the kind of witch you can imagine - because of her age, she is slightly stooped, her hair is gray, and her face already has layers of wrinkles and light age spots. However, she was not the kind of old man to be feared, at least not yet - from the first sight of them, this gentle-looking old man showed a smile that could smooth out wrinkles.
"Oh, Albus," she walked towards them slowly, holding a copper kettle carved with Greek men howling silently, "I have been waiting for you since the morning."
When Harry greeted her along with Dumbledore, she was standing in the garden watering the flowers in a clean emerald robe and a round hat. When she turned her head, Harry could see that her eyes were still very bright, and she was so energetic that you couldn't imagine that this was an old woman who was much older than Dumbledore, and she could also write the book "" which was so thick that it made Ron miserable. A History of Magic.
"Long time no see, Bathilda," Dumbledore said as he stood by the fence of his house. Harry noticed that there was a sheep pen next to it, and a goat was bleating at him inside. "How have you been lately?"
"You know what people of our age are doing, sunbathing, watering flowers, reading or doing some handicrafts," the old woman said nonchalantly, looking at him from head to toe with a smile, as if the old principal was still Like a taller boy, when she turned her gaze to look at Harry, Harry nervously closed his legs and straightened his waist. When he saw her smile deepening, he relaxed and smiled too.
"This must be little Francis." The moment she saw the boy, her eyes flashed a little, and then she came closer and stretched out her hands to the boy, "Let me see you, child. I have been with you for many years." I’ve never seen a child as beautiful as you.”
Harry felt closer and held the old man's hand. The latter's thin, wrinkled hands also grasped the child's hand and patted it gently, as if to prevent him from being scared.
"Poor child," the elderly woman said with great distress, "you are not very strong. Look at what those people in Germany are doing...I wrote to them earlier and told them Don't do any of those shameful 'decent things'... look at what they've done, what a good kid he is."
Harry felt guilty secretly - he didn't know whether Grindelwald had told his old aunt about the situation, but this respectable old man did seem to care about him, and he felt uncertain about receiving this kind of care.
Bathilda muttered for a while and scolded her relatives, which made Harry start to wonder how crazy the Grindelwald family was. Then she motioned for them to come to her house and said enthusiastically: "Let's get you a glass of milk. You can use a little more milk. Albus, do you want black tea or green tea? I have fresh pecan pie and apple pie here, as well as my best pot cake. I It has been prepared since morning..."
As she spoke, she looked at the boy with a smile: "I heard Albus said that you also like sweets, which is not a bad thing, but when you live here, you must remember to brush your teeth and don't have cavities like Albus - I can guarantee that. , if it weren’t for his good potion skills, he might have lost all his teeth now - how was your potion score?"
It took all of Harry's willpower to resist the urge to laugh.
"No problem, great-aunt," Harry replied obediently, insisting not to look at Dumbledore's expression, "The results just came in, and my Potions grade was an 'O'."
They entered a room filled with the aroma of cake.
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Is it because the seasons have changed recently...I feel a lot lazier...
Let’s talk about James today.
Although I read a lot of James Hei's writings in the early days, judging from the original works, his personal charm should still be pretty good. In fact, he should be a person with no discrimination. You can tell it just by looking at Lupine. But he also possesses the two attributes of being 'spoiled' and 'carefree'. The conflict between him and Snape is entirely due to personal conflicts. It should be accumulated over time. From the first grade to the fifth grade, In the end, it became more and more serious...such as the Golden Bell Incident.
It is completely impossible for him to understand Snape's own tragic situation, because there is no need, so to Snape, he is extraordinarily bad - but to a good friend, he is extraordinarily good; to James Generally speaking, Snape is really annoying and hateful, but he never hates him to the point of death.
But Sirius is different - I always suspect that if he hadn't naturally yearned for a better, different way of living and behavior, if he wanted to, I think he could have lived in the Snake Yard like a fish in water...
The above is just my personal opinion, no final conclusion, just take a look ~
This is the so-called multi-faceted nature of human beings...
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