Sirius and James were walking on the simple village road while soaking up the sunshine.
They walked side by side, wearing ordinary shirts and trousers instead of finely tailored robes, but the girls on the road still turned back to them frequently, especially the square - when Sirius bought a drink from the small shop, that one The girls who look after their parents' shops and collect money, as well as many girls who are wandering and talking in the square, whether they are twelve or eighteen years old, all look at them from time to time.
"I haven't been here for a long time." Holding a jam tart in his hand, Sirius winked at a witch in a floral dress who was staring at him while chatting casually with James, "Yes. When I was five or eight years old, our family used to have a distant relative here. Since the death of that aunt, our family has never been to this place again. My mother prefers to chat with other ladies in the mansion, and It’s not like walking around here to bask in the sun.”
"You poor little thing," James said with feigned pity, "I used to come here a lot before going to Hogwarts - my dad has a lot of friends here, some of them are older and successful people. , and they all asked me to pull my beard.”
The Potters have always been kind to people and have many friends. Although they are important members of the pure-blood family, they are also close to the half-blood wizards. Therefore, in addition to the pure-blood circle, they also have many friends, which is why they can do business. One of Guang’s secrets. And James was born in their middle age. When he could run and jump, many of the Potters' friends had gray beards and were unwilling to participate in social life frequently. Instead, they wanted to live a good life.
The Godric Valley is a good place where wizards like to live - it is simple and quiet, but it cannot be said to be remote, and the prices are very ordinary. It may not have the most prominent families here, but it is also a place that wizards yearn for to live. .
"I remember that Professor Dumbledore's home was near here," James recalled while looking for the roadside, "and he and Bathilda Bagshot should be neighbors or something, they live very close to each other anyway."
"I thought someone like Dumbledore would set up his home on some mountain," Sirius said lazily while basking in the sun. "This place is a bit too ordinary for someone like him."
"What's not good here, I think if I marry Lily in the future," James said happily, "it would be good to buy a small house here."
"Merlin's trousers, you have to order some points, Prongs," Sirius curled his lips. "You haven't even touched one of your Miss Lily's fingers, let alone put a ring on them."
"That will always work out...Oh, I found the way. It should be going that way," James pointed to a gravel path, "I hope little Frances is at home."
"I hope he doesn't stay at my house anymore." Sirius raised his eyebrows.
"He didn't. If he had, he would tell me." James said.
Perhaps because a familiar word finally appeared, some girls who were secretly watching them moved closer at this moment. Among them, a girl with braids boldly stepped forward and greeted them.
"Hello," said the girl, "I'm sorry to hear your conversation - are you trying to find Francis? Francis Bagshot?"
"Oh yes," James said quickly, "Do you know him?"
Several girls laughed together and chirped:
"Of course, who doesn't know him?"
"He's so handsome and friendly! He talks so charmingly!"
"There haven't been any foreigners here in years, let alone one this handsome."
"He gave my mother the cauldron cake baked by old Bathilda! Oh, he is so cute. If I were the same age as him, I would definitely kiss him."
Sirius and James looked at each other, feeling that this comment seemed both unexpected and expected.
"Are you his classmates?" a girl asked.
"Oh, girl, you have to ask our prongs," Sirius said with a laugh, "Little Francis is his beloved junior - they only met after Christmas, but they seemed to know each other. It seems like a few years.”
"Let's take you to find him!" a girl in a blue dress said boldly, and smiled at Sirius, "I happened to be helping my mother deliver some apples to Bathilda, in order to thank Francis for helping my father with his treatment last time. Pneumonia and brewing the potion - it was a complicated one, Merlin, but he did a great job. Thanks to him, my dad didn't have to take time off to go to St. Mungo's for a checkup."
As she spoke, she also lifted the basket in her hand, which was full of red and big apples.
"Great," Sirius clapped his hands and made a gesture of invitation, "We are happy to have beautiful girls come with us!"
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Any boy would probably feel nervous when faced with the enthusiasm of several girls, but Sirius was different. He once claimed that he was a 'bard-like lover', with so many admirers that he could have one every month. And everyone is very satisfied with him. Chatting with several girls at once is no problem for him. Moreover, he has extremely high aesthetics and understands the latest trends and news. Chatting with him is not just about enjoying him. It's pleasing to everyone.
After a short walk, several girls had become very friendly with him, and one of them even invited Sirius to a teahouse for tea. James was not surprised by this scene. He just broke away from this lively circle, jogged a few steps, and stretched his neck to look at the house that was getting closer and closer.
It was a small house that looked simple and clean. It was surrounded by a fence and was a classic two-story building. Although this house is small, it can be seen that it is very well taken care of. The fences are neat and the brick walls are clean. Even the small garden is also very well taken care of. Not to mention the pruned branches and leaves, it is just a garden. Big white roses are enough to make people stop.
A figure was in the garden, holding a long-mouthed kettle, with his back to them, watering carefully. Just looking at the pale golden head that shone brilliantly in the afternoon sun, everyone could see him at a glance.
Just as James focused his eyes on the back figure, a girl raised her head, smiled, and waved her hand in the distance: "Hey, look, he's at home - Frances - someone is here to see you -"
James turned around almost immediately when he saw the boy - he was confused at first, then noticed such a group of people, and then his eyes suddenly fell on James, those light golden-gray eyes Staring slightly, a surprise smile suddenly bloomed on the boy's face, even brighter than the roses he took care of.
"Oh, my Merlin," one girl couldn't help saying, "I'm a witch, but I still have to say, Frances is like an angel."
And the angel was smiling at them.
"James!" the boy waved and shouted.
He was happy to see me. James realized this immediately and was happy about it.
——It's a bit embarrassing to say that, although he understands that little Francis is not a weak and helpless cookie, and his parents also teach him not to judge people by their appearance, but facing such a child with a face as beautiful as jewelry, who can not Put your eyes on him?
Sirius might not like it, but James asked himself, although this kind of beauty was different from what he felt from Lily, he was still very willing to see little Frances smile more.
Seeing the boy put the kettle aside and walked around the fence, James quickly ran forward and got there first, then hugged the junior and gave him a big hug.
"Good afternoon!" he said cheerfully. "Hello, Francis!"
He had no idea that 'Francis' in his arms was almost so excited that his whole face changed because of the hug from his young father. And when James let go of the little boy in his arms, he could immediately see the pair who were the same as him. Before his sweetheart's eyes turned pale, Sirius waved to him again, which made Harry calm down immediately.
——Meeting your godfather is certainly a joyful thing, but meeting a Sirius Black who is not your godfather is not so joyful.
"My Merlin," Harry's heart dropped suddenly because he was so happy to see James. He even pretended to curl his lips at James, "James, why don't you just come and see me?" ?"
"I really wanted to bring myself here," James knew very well that the relationship between the two of them was not good, so he coughed awkwardly and raised the lunch basket in his hand, "but my mother insisted that I bring it with me. ——”
He pretended to pause, looked at the boy's frowning face with amusement, and then raised the basket he was carrying: "——The delicious snacks she made. I guess you like them?"
"I like it, of course I like it," Harry wanted to say it bluntly, but seeing James's flattering look towards him, he couldn't help but swallow it back, "Of course I like you - come and see me."
"Thank you for your meaningful 'us'." Sirius said goodbye, or rather declined the invitation of the girls, and ran over in three steps. Facing Harry's reluctance, he also made a very disappointed expression. His face said, "How can you treat me so differently, little Francis? It was only yesterday that you came to my house as a guest."
"Yes, I received a very complete reception from the Black family." Harry imitated Draco and said expressionlessly, "Your reception is also very memorable, Mr. Black."
"Don't be so unfamiliar. I have told you before that you and my brother are friends, just call me Sirius," Sirius said, just like he did in Hogwarts, as if he didn't see his cold expression, and walked away with a beaming look. Hooking his neck, "We haven't seen each other for a long time. Come on, give me a warm hug."
Harry ducked behind James at a very fast speed and ignored Sirius as he had discussed with Draco before.
"I'm so glad to see you," he said to James. "It's still a little hot outside. Come in and have a cup of tea. Have you had lunch? I just tried to make some delicious turkey leg rolls for noon. Bathilda said I did a good job."
The word 'turkey leg roll' made James swallow back the 'have eaten' answer, and it only took a second for him to feel hungry.
"That's great." He couldn't wait to wipe his saliva. "I just didn't have enough to eat."
"Turkey leg rolls? How can you make turkey leg rolls at this time?" Sirius looked at Harry with a half-smile, "You really love cooking, little Francis."
"I'm just doing what I can for the elderly," Harry said kindly. "After all, not every family has that many house elves."
Sirius also showed his toothy smile calmly and continued: "But not everyone is as hands-on and happy as you are, my dear——"
"Okay, okay, okay," James quickly put the lunch basket between them, "Say a few words, Padfoot - I also want to eat turkey leg rolls and fresh apples, look, those good girls brought them There are so many apples!”
His voice suddenly rose and was very penetrating, which made Bathilda who was sitting in the room finally come out warmly. She put down her sewing, opened half of the door with a smile, and looked at every young man in front of the door. When she saw James, she blinked.
"Oh, you must be the Potter boy," she said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for several years - it sounds like you are here to see my little boy. Come on, kid, come in quickly and entertain you. Have a cup of tea, friends.”
"Bathilda!" James shook hands with her warmly, "Long time no see! How are you? How have you been in the past few years? My father asked me to convey his concern for you yesterday."
"I have a good boy with me. I must say it's a good day." Bathilda smiled and patted his hand. "How is your father's health? I remember he is not very young anymore."
Harry also quietly pricked up his ears - the only impression he had of his grandfather was the portrait. He was a very gentle old man with smooth black hair that was different from everyone else. It was said that he had made a lot of money with his smoothing potion, and it was also very effective for the Potter family's bird's nest hair.
"Very good, very good," James said, "He and his mother are also planning to travel to France - speaking of my mother, I brought some snacks she made for little Frances and you, and she also asked me to say hello to you. , and said that if I didn't behave like enough, she would give me a severe lesson. I hope we didn't disturb your rest, we really miss Frances."
Harry was a little surprised at how courteous he was to his elders, because Bathilda couldn't stop laughing: "Oh, how could you not be lovable enough? I'm so happy that Francis has friends like you!"
If Lily also liked being courted in this way, or if James could court Lily with such respect, maybe Lily wouldn't be so disgusted with him. Harry thought.
"Bathilda, let me correct you - James is my friend." Harry said cruelly, putting on a very depressed expression, "But some people are not."
"I'm a friend of your friend," Sirius said with a smile, "Don't be so heartless, little Francis."
Harry snorted mockingly, and Bathilda vaguely heard him complaining about something about Mr. Black, so she patted the child on the back as a comfort: "Okay, we are not in school now, Francis, don't be so nervous, you are not Have you just been a guest at Black's house? Be friendly, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea before talking about anything? Go and entertain your friends, you can just drink some tea or juice and eat some snacks. Even if you just go out for a walk, it's not bad. , bask in the sun...well, just in the garden, how about it?"
"Okay, Bathilda." Harry agreed obediently.
He was willing to entertain James and Sirius - even though Sirius was really annoying at this moment. He waved, and a glass tea set flew out, and a white round table and three chairs also flew out, standing next to the blooming white rose bushes. As for the turkey leg rolls, he personally cut a large plate and brought it out together with some freshly made lemon pie. The drink was fruit tea with ice cubes, which was very refreshing as a summer drink.
"You know, you taste like a little girl."
When the three boys sat down, Sirius took a sip of the fruit tea and commented deliberately.
Harry kept Draco's advice in mind and never refuted it. He just snorted softly and turned to chat with James. The latter was very keen on caring about this junior and kept asking him where he lived here. How was it, was there anyone giving him a hard time, etc... And Harry answered everything patiently, and both of them were in a happy mood.
- It's as if Mr. Sirius Black isn't at this table. Sirius said mockingly in his mind and turned to roll up the delicious turkey legs.
"Do you like playing Quidditch, Francis? Maybe we can go to Diagon Alley and look at broomsticks. Nimbus has a new model, and I haven't seen it yet," James said enthusiastically, "Or, you Do you want to come to my house to play? I have several brooms and a big court. We can play one-on-one or just fly around." Although he felt that with the financial resources shown by the boy, he would not be unable to buy one. A broom.
"Fei Fei? Are you still the Fork I know?" Sirius mocked, "Why don't you put him on your chest and fly with him?"
This sentence earned a cold glance from the 'German'.
"You are not like this in my family," Sirius played with his fork, "Let me think about it - ah, what a well-behaved junior, my mother can't fault you, even if I send a big chafer in front of you , you can also eat most of it with just your mouth."
"Because I abide by the etiquette of being a guest." Harry's expression gradually returned to expressionless, and he was very careful about every answer he gave. You know, pretending to be someone else is tiring enough. He can't screw it up and try to pretend to be someone else. Split, "And at that time, you were one of the masters and the brother of my friend."
"Boring answer." Sirius said, staring at him.
Harry avoided his gaze and continued to look at James, who could only smack his mouth and start the conversation again.
"Did you write to Lily this holiday?" Speaking of Lily, he cheered up, hoping to get information from his junior. "Lily never told me her address. I wanted to write to her several times. It’s been years, but she will definitely tell you the address, right?”
Harry was internally amused.
"She told me," he said pretending to be distressed, "but if she told you, she would definitely be angry. But so far, I haven't written to her. Before the holiday, she told me that she wanted to know more. I plan to do some research on the origin and analysis of the curse before writing to her."
James' eyes lit up.
"I seem to remember that there are a lot of books in my dad's study that may be useful," James said. "I can lend these to Lily - although I want to give them to her, I'm afraid my dad will use his wand. Give me a few hits."
"You can also read those books first, study for a while and then give Lily some help," Harry took a sip of fruit tea to moisten his throat and then suggested, "I think Lily prefers friends who can study with her... .”
"Like Snotlout?" Sirius interjected, and this time, James and Harry both glared at him.
"Don't mention Snotlout!" James said.
"Can you please - at least don't call Senior Snape that in front of me," Harry sighed inwardly, "I am a Slytherin, Mr. Black, and I can't turn a blind eye to this."
"What does this have to do with you," Sirius said nonchalantly, "He doesn't even like you. He doesn't like anyone except for having unrealistic thoughts about Lily. As far as I'm concerned, he only likes potions."
Yes, he did show 'more than a normal level of concern' only for potions and my mother. Harry sighed again.
But to be fair, Snape was a pretty standard Slytherin in terms of what he saw at school - that is to say, he kept his nose out. As long as James and others don't mess with him, he will never overeat and try his best to make it difficult for them. However, the frequency and attitude of James and others looking for trouble makes even Harry, his son, quite uncomfortable. Sorry, let alone Draco.
How should I put it... Compared with James and others, the Weasley twins are relatively reasonable troublemakers.
——In summary, the conflict between the Robbers and Snape is simply endless. Firstly, they hate Slytherin, and secondly, they hate Snape who is always sarcastic to James around Lily.
"I'm just being fair." Harry said, crossing his hands on the tea table in front of him, "After all, we are from the same house."
"Don't tell me that you already have the honor of the house in just half a year," Sirius raised an eyebrow, "If you are so loyal, you should go to Gryffindor."
"This can't be called loyalty," Harry showed a very standard smile, "Just to be fair. If you are not keen on causing trouble for him, he will definitely not take the time to cause trouble for you."
Um, wouldn't it be better to add a little sarcasm here?
Harry searched for the speech Draco had made in his memory storage, and then said quickly: "As you said, he loves potions like crazy. If he can devote himself to studying, No need to deal with stupid interference from the outside world-"
"Hey!" James was also a little dissatisfied. "I'm going to protest this, Francis, as if it's always our fault. Don't you know how mean and hateful that guy is?"
"If you could show him half the patience and respect you show me," Harry said honestly, "I think the most he would do is make a few sarcastic remarks to you."
James immediately looked like he'd drank eight glasses of spoiled pumpkin juice.
"You know, Lily has said this to me countless times," James complained, "No wonder you are friends."
Harry curled his lips and smiled, indicating that he accepted this evaluation, and took a Mrs. Potter's special cookie from the snacks brought by James and put it into his mouth.
"You know," Sirius clapped his hands, "Speaking of annoying people - let alone Snotlout, I don't think Snotlout is qualified enough to be a conversation starter. Let's talk about something else. Little Francis, you ate it at my house Dinner?”
Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, and the appetite he had just aroused for his grandma's snacks suddenly disappeared.
"You have to spoil the atmosphere, don't you, Mr. Black." He suppressed the discomfort that surged up, "Yes, I ate it, next one."
Sirius raised an eyebrow again.
"So you met 'the guy'?" he asked.
"Padfoot!" James slapped his best friend and winked at him through his glasses, "-Don't, don't start here!"
Sirius ignored him and just stared at the other person with his black eyes, even though the other person didn't want to look at him at all.
"Thanks to you," Harry tugged at the corner of his mouth and looked down at his glass cup, "I should have avoided it. After all, they were guests of the Black family - but maybe it was to temporarily leave some private space for the host. I was lucky enough to meet the person you mentioned in the Black family's study." He picked up the small spoon with honey and stirred the tea. "It's nothing. All Slytherins have seen 'that lord' and he has been to school. Being a guest - and I think, as the son of the Black family, you don't lack such opportunities, Mr. Black."
When he said this, his heart was full of guilt - Sirius would never like to hear these words, it was like directly pointing out his family conflicts, and that his family was a fanatical supporter of the Dark Lord and other things that made him Troubling things. But as 'Francis', since the other party insists on talking about this issue, it is not necessary to 'answer truthfully' these things. After all, how does the 'German' know that these things are disgusting to Sirius Black?
Sure enough, when Harry finished saying these words, he could immediately 'feel' those unpleasant emotions coming out of Sirius' body. Just like a boiling pot of soup will always carry the smell.
"Frances." James didn't know why Padfoot insisted on asking this question, but he didn't want to make the situation too ugly, so he had to wink as hard as he could, "Don't mention this to him - let's continue talking about Snotlout. "
"What's the matter, James," Harry said with a 'what's the problem' look, "He mentioned it first."
Sirius placed the cup heavily on the saucer, still staring at him. To Harry, the expression wasn't angry, but it was also quite penetrating.
"So," he said bluntly, "you, like those people, feel it is an honor to meet him?"
"I heard that in England," Harry wanted to say that he didn't want to see his enemy, but he had to think carefully about his words now. "He is... a person comparable to Professor Dumbledore. I think it is indeed an honor for an ordinary student like me to talk to such a person."
——This should be the reaction of a 'normal' international student, right?
James breathed a sigh of relief.
Harry held the tea cup and secretly looked at Sirius through the reflection of the glass - his expression seemed less penetrating.
Sirius stood up and walked slowly around Harry, as if he was looking at something, looking left and right. Finally, James couldn't bear it anymore and pulled him down, and Harry did feel uncomfortable. ——He almost wanted to touch his face to see if there was anything hidden in this beautiful fake face.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked Sirius, almost growling, "Do you have a Stinging Charm under your butt?!"
He could hear the vague questioning meaning in Padfoot's words.
"Well, let me tell you, this is not the right way to have a conversation." Harry knocked on the cup and said unhappily, "Mr. Black, if you can be more friendly, maybe we can talk about new robes. of."
"——Speaking of robes!" James quickly turned his head, trying to change the subject, and kicked Sirius under the table. "Do you have a good dress robe? Considering that you started school after Christmas this year, you don't have any." It's time to catch up, but we will have a Christmas dance, and the prefect will lead the dance - I think Lily will definitely be the prefect this year. Can you help me find out the style of her dress? Do you think she will be able to give her a dress? Like it?"
Harry was relieved that the topic had changed.
"I also think she will be a prefect." His expression couldn't help but soften a little, "She must be. But I think, James, why don't you find a few suitable stores in advance and recommend them to her? I I don’t think she will accept the dress.”
"Actually, I gave her a set of gemstone jewelry last year, but she didn't seem to like it very much and didn't accept it..."
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While the two men were chatting animatedly, Sirius continued his observation business as a matter of course.
Very strange... very strange.
He didn't speak anymore, but held his chin up and looked first at James, then at his brother's German roommate.
James is easily attracted to people - it's something he considers one of the best parts of his brother. Maybe it's because the Potters love him so much, James has no scruples in choosing friends. If the other person shows kindness to him, he will show more kindness than that and become the best friend in the world. He doesn't care if this friend is Black, or if that friend has a 'furry little problem'.
But Francis Bagshot remained the more eccentric of these friends. He is not a weird person. Everyone comments that he is friendly and self-respecting. He has extremely high magical talent, but he is also very low-key and never causes trouble.
Many people's eccentricities are reflected on the outside and are easy to detect, but the eccentricities of this kind of person are difficult to detect and are very subtle.
Sirius narrowed his eyes slightly and turned his attention to the boy with light blond hair again. This time he didn't stare at him, but used the corner of his eyes to look at the person you wanted to look at? This is also a basic skill for purebloods.
Even viewed from the side, this boy still has a beautiful face - under the bright afternoon sun, his hair is almost like flowing platinum, and his facial features are like sculptures made by an artist, bright and three-dimensional, but It didn't make people think he was weak; and those gray-blue eyes were looking at James intently, and that concentration was neither perfunctory nor curious. The corners of his mouth didn't turn up too much, but Sirius It can be seen that he is very happy.
His brother-in-law also has platinum-blond hair and gray-blue eyes. Those colors are just two cold colors on the venomous snake; but maybe because the sun is too bright, the colors on this boy's body seem to be sparkling, rippling with a kind of Warmth.
He really liked discovering this early on, but there weren't many opportunities to observe it this way, because Bagshot wasn't so subdued most of the time - he was polite, friendly, even friendly, but also distant.
But James is different. Look at the boy's eyes. If facing others, they are like two gems. But facing James, they are like lake water. Even though his expression is restrained, his eyes are indeed shining, as if they are rippling with tiny pieces of water. The radiant water surface is extremely soft, which makes people feel that even the aggressive appearance can become soft and beautiful.
Sirius' fingers tapped the cup unconsciously and scratched it impatiently. He had just experienced an unpleasant conversation, but he was not angry. If Bagshot was not a fan of the Dark Duke, that would be great. Otherwise, this game of exploration could end early, because anything about that man Everything and everyone is dangerous.
So, what's your secret, Bagshot?
Just when he allowed himself to sink into such thoughts, the sound of a bell woke up the two people who were chatting happily and him.
"Good afternoon, is this Ms. Bagshot's residence?"
A well-dressed young man in a dark blue robe stood at the door and rang the bell at the garden door. He had brown hair and blue eyes, a decent appearance, and no particularly expensive accessories on his body, but Sirius recognized him almost immediately and curled his lips in disgust.
"A Lestrange?" Sirius said. "What a bummer."
He looked at the person involved. The boy also looked confused, but he immediately corrected his expression, stood up, and walked towards the young man who probably had just graduated from Hogwarts.
"Here it is," Harry said with a standard expression, "Do you need help?"
To be honest, he was very wary of this person, because although he didn't know his name, this young man was old enough that his facial features were basically set. According to his relatively good memory, this wizard who seemed a bit familiar must be either a relative of Draco or a relative of Draco's relative.
"You must be Francis Bagshot," the young wizard said in a very polite tone, extending his hand, "It's an honor to meet you."
Harry shook his hand confusedly and said, "Hello, Mr. Lestrange."
"It doesn't matter who I am," the wizard's tone became respectful. "Now I am just a humble messenger. I am here to convey the good intentions of a noble Lord and convey a little bit of his thoughts."
As he spoke, he took out a long box made of silver and a book solemnly wrapped in velvet from the inner pocket of his robe.
"The Excellency told us that although Mr. Bagshot has just arrived, he is a stable, intelligent and talented young man." The young Lestrange smiled. Although he may be thinking about something else, he expressed There was something good about it, and there was even meaning in his eyes, "Although we have only met a few times, that Excellency is very fond of you. He hopes that I can express to you that if given the opportunity, he hopes to spend more pleasant time with you. And in In addition to this - Your Excellency also asked me to send you two suitable gifts."
"He said -" At this point, Lestrange even bowed to him, "I hope they can add luster to your outstanding appearance and talents."
"…………"
Although he was very restrained, Harry's hands were still shaking when he took the two things.
What's happening here?
This is? ! What! Condition? !
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"...Can you tell what this guy is doing?" James said in shock, "You said he is a Lestrange, is that your sister's husband's family?"
"I don't know what he's up to," Sirius said thoughtfully, "but I know if he doesn't leave, your little Francis is going to vomit."
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So sad. I just check Weibo every day, and when I get angry, I can’t help but go up and check it again, and then go back down again. Even if you write your own articles, you will become frustrated due to various shortcomings.
My mood every day is not bad, but it’s not too good either.
well.
I really don’t like this kind of day. Originally this article didn’t have a complete outline, but now it’s hard to think of details.
However, I will still try to adjust myself and not let this mentality affect my writing, okay everyone.
By the way, I also need to read more of the previous article...I didn't read much of the article in preparation for the postgraduate entrance exam, so I may have forgotten some details...
ps: There won’t be any new pits, but there will be a few extra extras after the main text is finished.
PSs: Regarding James’ parents, I initially used the Charlus and Dorea branches. At that time, the information about Fleamont Potter had not yet appeared, so later I looked at the family tree given by Rowling. It was very embarrassing to find out that they seemed to be from another branch... and the last name of James' mother was not given.
Please continue to assume that Harry's grandmother is Sirius's great-aunt in this article.
PS of PS: I won’t be able to go out for about two months. Do you have any recommendations for online course platforms, if you want history or English...
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