"Sirius—Sirius—Padfoot—"
In the living room of Potter Manor, James received his good buddy as usual. After he asked the house elf to bring him juice and cookies, he frowned and waved in front of Sirius, "Hey, buddy, what on earth are you doing here?" What are you doing?"
Sirius sunk his upper body into the soft sofa, his feet lazily raised on the sofa. He was facing the floor-to-ceiling window on the right. He didn't know what he was looking at, but his face was full of displeasure. His two beautiful faces were almost knotted between his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth were drooped. Anyone could see that he was very happy at the moment. Very unhappy.
"Why are you sitting here in a daze, Padfoot," James sat down next to Sirius and gave him a hard slap on the back of the head, confused, "I thought you came to me to escape?"
Fifteen minutes ago, the house elf came to inform him that young Master Sirius had burst out of the fireplace angrily. He rushed to see what happened to his good friend, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't pick up the luggage and didn't say a word. Then, he just slumped on the sofa, unhappy written all over his face.
This is unusual, an angry but silent Sirius? I really haven’t seen James a few times.
"Merlin bless you," James nudged Sirius with his elbow, "What brings you here without taking anything?"
"Who knows," Sirius said in a nonchalant tone, still looking at the sunlight outside the window, "Maybe it's a prison-like residence and a jailer-like family." He replaced his feet on the table with a pad. Under the other, "It is a pleasure to entertain your little Francis—but I hate uninvited guests, especially those who require my respect."
When he mentioned 'uninvited guest', his voice was so cold that it could fall out of ice, which was very different from his usual tone.
"Ah, oh," James slapped his thigh, suddenly realizing it, and then showed an expression as if he had just eaten a bad apple, "So today is the day when little Frances is visiting your home - what does 'my little Frances' mean, Padfoot?" , what you said sounds so weird - and the person chasing him is obviously you!"
"I see you like him very much," Sirius took a cookie from the table, "You and Regulus both like him, and my parents seem to like him too."
"I don't understand what you are saying. Everyone will be liked by others." James felt confused and brought himself a glass of apple juice. "Why didn't you say, I like you, my parents like you, Remus and Peter also likes you, and Professor McGonagall. Although she doesn't say it, she values you, even though we often cause trouble for her... Oh, only people like Snotlout are not liked by anyone. This is normal, he is very Annoying, and little Frances is endearing.”
"I heard you mention little Mr. Bagshot again, James," Mrs. Potter said with a smile as she walked into the living room with a book. She was not wearing heels like Mrs. Black. Showing her elegance, she walked without making too much noise. None of the older boys sitting in the living room noticed her arrival, "I've heard you mention him eight times this summer vacation - Good afternoon, Sirius, My dear, are you having trouble with your mother again?"
"Auntie!" Sirius' depression disappeared as soon as he saw her. He rushed up to hug her as if he were seeing a dearest aunt or uncle, making her chuckle, "May Merlin bless you and have a good day." Mood—What are you reading?”
"Nothing, just a book," Mrs. Potter waved her hand and walked to the sofa to sit down, letting her son and grandnephew hold her arms. Although she was not young, she was very energetic because of her well-maintained steps. He is also very lively and always has a smile on his face, "So you are talking about that lovable third grader again?"
"James likes it," Sirius spoke cunningly first. Although he didn't reveal any information in front of Mrs. Black, he said it all to Mrs. Potter. "He took the lead in calling him 'little Francis' affectionately, and even stopped him. I made trouble for him and gave him all the snacks you brought over. We didn't taste any of them that time." He raised his eyebrows at James on the other side.
"Hey, I was just being friendly to my junior. You didn't know the situation during the snack - he looked sad when he returned to Hogwarts and was still wearing mourning clothes. I was trying to comfort him!" James was not shocked at all. Brother's shamelessness, because he himself quickly betrayed Sirius, "You don't know him, mother, Padfoot explores other people's secrets like a fascinated girl. He once brought a broom next to the observatory. He squatted all night, and little Francis was so angry that he just put him there, causing him to faint and miss the morning class! He also went to get close to others every day, but they just didn't give him a good look. If it weren't for little Francis It’s a boy, I’m going to suspect that he’s taken a love drug!”
"It's as if you didn't do this to Evans," Sirius laughed loudly and retorted, "Even if Evans is really a girl, it can't cover up the burning love you have for her. It's almost burning your eyebrows. Pointed head fork!"
Mrs. Potter couldn't help laughing and said: "So, little Mr. Bagshot does have his own charm, just like Miss Evans. Tell me, what kind of person is he?"
"Diligent and studious, um, very considerate." James said immediately, "His grades are not very impressive, but his magic ability is better than his test scores. We have all seen him use silent spells."
"That's right, the kind of person who leaves ice cream for us in the kitchen," Sirius laughed at him. "You, and Peter, are the quickest to be bribed by ice cream, Prongs."
"So what does he look like?" Mrs. Potter asked Sirius with interest. "James always said he was very cute."
"There must be some kind of spell in his eyes," Sirius almost laughed out loud, "He is a Grindelwald, great aunt, and his looks are not in the cute category. You know all those German guys are good-looking. What kind of thing - they all look quite cold and ruthless, even if they are having a party they won't move their lips."
"How do you make the words 'He is from the Grindelwald family' sound like a curse?" James gave his brother a look, "You can't spy on him because of a last name, or because he is your brother's friend. Suspicion he!"
"And 'kraut' is not a word that expresses affection," Mrs. Potter smiled knowingly at her grandnephew, "I think I know why this young gentleman is so cold to you. You can't use this word to call him. If you want to be friends with the other person, you have to show your respect and friendliness."
"Of course I know, aunt," Sirius lay down on the sofa carelessly, took a small apple from the silver plate on the table and took a bite, "I won't be so ignorant after that."
"However, it is difficult to remove the bad impression people have on you." James said.
"Yes, just like Evans' bad impression of you is hard to remove." Sirius smiled maliciously at James and retorted easily, "What a coincidence, no wonder they can be friends."
James rolled her eyes at him, and Mrs. Potter patted her son and gave her grandnephew an annoyed look, who raised his hand to show his innocence.
"I just think this man is very interesting," Sirius said, "He has a secret hidden in him, and I want to know - you don't know, aunt, a person who ignores me all day long, today is just a little... As a small courtesy, I forced him to eat almost half of the chafer. Don't glare at me, James, you said he likes sweets."
James screamed strangely. As soon as Sirius said that word, a picture appeared in his mind: "Is it your 'that stupid Chafer'? That butter pile that is so sweet that it can kill people? How dare he eat it?"
"Here's the problem, he knew I was teasing him, but he still ate it 'out of etiquette'," Sirius grinned, "Guess what he thought?"
"What?" Mrs. Potter asked.
Sirius made a confused expression, imitating the blond child, shaking his head slightly, and muttering dully to himself: "... Please forgive my ignorance, it's because I don't understand your British traditions. "
He imitated it perfectly, and Mrs. Potter and James laughed together.
"I really don't know how he does it," Sirius sighed greatly. "Sometimes, he's like the most annoying kind of Slytherin, like Lucius. I mean, arrogant and cold and doesn't give you anything. A corner of the eye; but sometimes, this child looks like the stupidest child, as stupid as Regulus when he was a child. Although he dressed up so well that my mother couldn't fault him today, his beautiful appearance can't hide anything. , always say things that make me think he is 'different'...but maybe next time I see him, he won't be willing to say a word."
"Don't you really think your mentality is weird?" James said with disgust.
Mrs. Potter patted him disapprovingly: "Sirius, Regulus is a good boy," she said seriously, "Don't talk about him like that - you are his brother, his protector, and you are his future. Parents, he admired you so much when he was a child, think about your attitude towards him in the past few years."
"——Merlin, aunt, you should really see how he treats me. This is not my problem." Faced with this question, Sirius immediately put on a shameless and indifferent expression, as if he didn't know what to say. As if stabbing him, "This is not my problem. It's because he, like my mother, accuses me of my behavior all day long. My friends, my college-"
"Merlin, these words make my ears tingle - I guarantee that's what he said, mother," James quickly defended Sirius, "He didn't think Francis was a safe roommate at first, so he started to search hard. As for him, Padfoot really cares about his brother."
"Speaking of it, Padfoot," James then remembered something, "You haven't said why you came here yet - Francis is still at your house, and you came here like this? Did you have a fight?"
Sirius' face fell completely.
"No," he confessed everything decisively. There was nothing he couldn't reveal in the Potter family, "It was my dad, 'that man' came to the house, and he asked me to 'try to make a good impression on him'," He scoffed, "He thought, 'This will help my future,' and I thought, 'This doesn't make sense,' and we had a big fight—"
He clapped his hands and said, "Then, I took advantage of the opportunity to escape."
Mrs. Potter and James were silent. They all knew who 'that person' Sirius was talking about was, and why Mr. Black said that. In other words, even if the eldest son is a Gryffindor, Mr. Black still wants his son to follow the path he arranged and fall on the side chosen by the Black family.
When the silence lasted for about four seconds, James stood up suddenly and patted his head.
"Wait a minute, Padfoot, please wait a moment before you say anything about 'that man'. I remembered something," he said frantically, "let's put it this way - 'that man' is in your house, that Francis What? Has he left?"
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Francis, who was missed by James, did not leave. Not only did he not, but he was also 'forced' to stay for dinner - the kind of 'force' where the host did not ask for it, but just settled the facts so naturally that it was difficult to refute.
This was a dinner that was destined to be inedible. During the whole process, Mr. and Mrs. Black were chatting and laughing with the Lord. Regulus and Harry sat aside like the most docile children. They only dared to speak when adults asked, Not to mention that 'Your Excellency' did not forget the little guest he met.
Different from the dinner atmosphere that can make young people suffocate, the man's attitude can be said to be interesting. He chatted with the Blacks about current affairs, and asked Regulus kindly about his grade and study progress in school. When he learned that the Black's youngest son was among the best in academic performance, he even praised him a few times.
"You have a very good son, Orion," he raised his red wine towards Mr. Black in congratulations, "Young people today are always impetuous and impulsive, and a calm and intelligent young man is as precious as gold. "
"Of course, I also hope you can have a happy campus life at Hogwarts." The man chuckled and raised his glass to Regulus. The latter was so excited that he could hardly answer a word, "This is also a life experience. , old talk, you have to learn to find a balance between enjoying life and studying... Well, let me think about it, you seem to be a member of the Quidditch team? Good boy."
Regulus could only nod and gasp, and Harry, who was sitting next to him, really wished he could become a backdrop. He had no idea the significance of his presence at this table, so he had to lower his head and take a sip from the goblet. water.
Harry really hoped it was Draco who came here this time. If it was Draco, he would be able to think of a reason to leave.
But his wish was not fulfilled, and soon the topic turned to him.
"...So, you are roommates," the man sitting in the main seat nodded happily, his gloved hands folded in front of him in an elegant manner that made Harry feel that he was not here to get a meal at all, but It's the owner here, "So you must have helped each other a lot. Little Mr. Bagshot is new here, is there anything you're not used to?"
"I received a lot of kind care," Harry put down the cup and lowered his eyes. "Hogwarts is a great place. It welcomed me with its broad mind. I didn't feel anything out of place. Thank you. Your kind concern, Your Excellency.”
"Don't be so nervous, little Mr. Bagshot," the man said with a smile, "Tell me, what was it like for you in school?"
"Just so so, sir," Harry forced a smile, "I'm just an ordinary student."
In fact, Harry didn't want to answer a single question, but Regulus spoke with admiration and pride. He thought Harry was deliberately being humble: "My lord, Francis is good at all subjects, he just... doesn't take it seriously. Kao, in fact, he is better than many people."
Oh Regulus! Harry thought with emotion and a headache.
His sincere roommate is trying to recommend him, but the last thing he needs right now is this kind of 'recommendation'.
Harry braced himself with a headache, intending to continue to deal with this conversation, but the man sitting in front of him stopped the conversation as if he sensed the headache.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk about young people's grades," he smiled at Harry and raised his glass, "but I believe you don't need to worry about grades. In the final analysis, magic depends on experience and talent. I I believe you are definitely not lacking these." After saying that, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and a house elf wearing a green tea towel appeared and served a steaming dish.
"Speaking of which, this is the souvenir I brought." He stretched out his hand to warn Mr. and Mrs. Black not to be too surprised. He smiled and let the plate fall in front of the two boys. "It is made by a house elf who I highly value. A favorite of many of my friends, I think it’s time for kids to try it too – Orion, it’s just a dish, don’t worry about it.”
After saying that, he continued to chat and laugh with Mr. and Mrs. Black, which made Harry somewhat confused about his thoughts - even as a telepath, he could only conclude that the other party was not 'hostile' towards him, but this did not It’s not that he meant well.
Harry lowered his head, took a sip of water from the glass, and opened his senses to search the emotions of everyone in the room.
Mr. Black - admiration, trepidation, secret excitement, suspicion and curiosity.
Mrs. Black - A lot of secret excitement, but also some less obvious displeasure.
Regulus - full of nervousness, excitement, admiration, and regret (maybe because Sirius isn't here, Harry thought).
That man... the man is like a pool of stagnant water!
Harry's eyelids twitched.
This is a very strange phenomenon: you see this person talking and laughing, and occasionally being humorous, but his heart is like a pool of stagnant water, and even a little bit of emotion cannot be released for Harry to detect, and if you want to know Whatever he was thinking, Harry had to read his mind directly.
But no matter who this man is, even if Mr. and Mrs. Black don't introduce it, the answer seems to be... there aren't many alternatives.
"Come, Francis."
Regulus trembled and asked the house elf to share some of the fragrant, beef-based dish that Harry couldn't name for both himself and Harry. "I heard Dad say that this dish is not for everyone." You can eat it.”
Harry thanked him, lowered his head even lower, used the knife and fork in his hand to chop up the tender beef, then put them into his mouth, chewed slowly, and swallowed...and then... Repeating this process, he stopped until the food on the plate was almost eaten, and the smile on his face did not change at all——
——Standards remain the same.
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When Draco was about to wear the floor through, the familiar smell of sulfur and the sound of explosions finally filled the room.
"Merlin and God's stinky socks!" He watched Harry appear with a pop and breathed a huge sigh of relief, "How come you haven't--"
Before he could finish his words, Harry rushed straight to the bathroom, leaving Draco frozen in shock.
Half a second later, Draco rushed in.
"What's going on?" He looked nervously at Harry kneeling by the pool, using his wand to chant a spell at himself, "Harry? Damn it, you're talking, what are you doing?"
Harry shook his head and said nothing. He just knelt down by the sink with a pale face and vomited out all the food he had eaten during dinner.
"What did you eat?!" Draco yelled, "Who gave you something to eat?"
"Psychological problems," Harry said weakly, turning on the water and flushing his mouth, "I-I saw him at Black's house."
"Him?" Draco frowned and took a mouthwash cup from the shelf to give it to him, "Your godfather, my uncle?"
"No, he is my only enemy, the person who killed my parents." Harry straightened up, wiped his face, and said calmly, "Draco, due to the contemporary issues, I can only tell you this - you know who's that person."
With a clang, Draco loosened his grip and smashed the mouthwash cup to pieces on the ground.
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