In order to prevent his letter from being intercepted by someone, Remus did not write anything related to Sirius in the letter. He just wrote vaguely:
I'm sorry to interrupt your Christmas with your family, Amosta. Do you remember that house elf named Lenny? He suddenly came back to me and shared some secrets that surprised me. I couldn't help it. It tells me that you know those things are true, so can you please come back and talk to me as soon as possible?
Even though he was still in the weak stage of his werewolf transformation, Remus still strode forward, descending to the first floor like the wind, and then walked through the corridor towards the west tower.
Along the way, he thought over and over what omissions there might be in this short letter that, in the hands of anyone else, would remind him of Sirius Black.
Climbing up to the bottom of the eight-story west tower, Remus held on to the rough rock wall and gasped for breath, while large drops of sweat streaked across his pale cheeks from his brow.
Although he felt extremely tired, when Remus looked through the arch-like window and looked at the undulating snow-white forest sea, he suddenly felt that a generous passion was rising from the bottom of his heart, burning. Every inch of his skin felt hot.
Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew - there are some differences after all.
A minute later, Remus straightened up again after resting. After passing a narrow spiral staircase, he finally saw the round stone house.
The windows of the owl hut are not equipped with glass to facilitate the entry and exit of owls. Therefore, in the cold winter, the hut will be very cold. The straw, owl excrement and rat bones spit out by the owl on the gray-brown slate floor are separated by Remus. Thirty feet away and nauseated.
Sirius Black was still unconscious in the office. Although he could not break through the spells sealed by Amosta and himself without a wand, Remus couldn't feel at ease in the current situation without watching him with his own eyes. .
He opened the wooden door and hurried in, pointing to pick a school owl from a high hanging branch to send the letter, but...
The moment Remus rushed in, the suddenly frightened owls flapped their wings and flew up. In the dark shadow of the sky, in the innermost part of the owl hut, in front of several collapsed shelves, three students suddenly stood up. They turned around and stared at Remus who came in, with an extremely unnatural expression on his stiff and pale cheeks.
Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe - these are the third-year students of Snape's academy. Remus raised his eyebrows. He subconsciously wanted to hide the envelope in his hand. When he got behind him, he suddenly came back to his senses and realized that these were just three students. Then, he laughed at himself in his heart and stopped his small movements.
"What are you here for-"
Before Lupine, a professor, could say hello first, Malfoy asked.
Malfoy's tone was dry and impolite, but Remus was not surprised. As a seasoned wizard who has been in the wizarding world for nearly twenty years, he noticed this blond and gray man when he first joined the job. It was natural for the eyed little boy to dislike and disdain him. It was natural for the descendants of the Malfoy family, who were famous in the wizarding world for their wealth and shrewdness, to look down on a poor and down-to-earth wizard.
"Ah, it's you three--"
Even under normal circumstances, Remus would not be angry at Malfoy's offense. He smiled and said, "I thought this was where letters were sent, Mr. Malfoy."
Remus shook the envelope in his hand and said, "And I happen to have a letter that needs to be sent."
"To whom?" Malfoy asked again.
This question was so rude that even the good-tempered Remus frowned slightly after hearing it.
"It's for Professor Blaine, Mr. Malfoy. He went back to spend Christmas with his relatives and friends, and I happened to be in a hurry to see him-"
However, after thinking briefly, Remus still answered the question. He looked at the indifferent Malfoy and the two big men standing beside Malfoy, and his heart suddenly moved.
The night before, while chatting, Amosta had told him about Malfoy.
The reason for talking about Malfoy is because after that substitute teaching, Malfoy suffered cold and violent treatment from the Slytherin wizard due to some unexpected performances in class. Amosta thought that Malfoy could quickly get rid of the embarrassment. situation, but later he learned from Snape that Malfoy seemed to be in trouble.
Amosta hoped to give Malfoy some help, but Snape repeatedly advised him not to try to change Slytherin's internal rules, which made Amosta a little resentful.
Thinking of this, Remus looked at the lifeless little boy in front of him with some sympathy in his eyes, and his voice became softer.
"Then what are you doing here? Oh, please don't get me wrong. I don't mean to pry into your little secrets, but... I think you should choose a more cheerful way to spend Christmas..., I happen to I know that Professor McGonagall is going to hold a small banquet in the auditorium at noon. You three gentlemen, if you have nothing important to do, I suggest you go and have a look. After all, it is better to have delicious steaks and delicious pudding than to smell bad. The owl house in the sky is more pleasing to the eye, isn’t it?”
Remus's tirade did not move the three Malfoys in any way. They just stood there and stared at Lupin, as if they were on guard against him.
This is so strange. Why do these three little guys have to stay in the birdhouse?
"We're not hungry--"
Just as Remus's inquiring eyes were on the faces of the three Malfoys, Crabbe on the other side suddenly took out a mutton chop that had been chewed beyond recognition.
"We've eaten..."
Even though he had just experienced a ridiculous enough thing and had built up his psychological defense, Remus still felt a sense of absurdity when he saw the grilled lamb chops that the big man Crabbe took out.
"Oh, interesting, are you having dinner at the Owlery?!"
Perhaps Malfoy was tired of Remus's entanglement, so he said bluntly,
"This has nothing to do with you, Remus...Professor Lupin!"
Being disliked to this extent, Remus finally felt unhappy. He nodded, gave up the idea of unraveling these three maverick little wizards, and quickly found one who looked reliable enough. After the school owl, he stuffed the envelope into the owl's talon and whispered,
"This matter is very urgent. Please come back as soon as possible, at least with a reply letter."
Watching the owl's figure gradually turn into a black dot in the high sky, until it could no longer be seen, Remus breathed a sigh of relief and looked away.
"So--"
Remus looked at the little wizard who looked like a wooden stake indifferently.
"I'll just take my leave now and wish you a happy Christmas--"
Because he was afraid that something would go wrong in the office, after leaving these words, Remus turned around smoothly and pushed the door open to leave. He didn't notice that when he turned around, there was a little fear and fear in Malfoy's gray eyes. Pleading...
The owls here were already very familiar with the Malfoy trio. After Remus left, many owls fell back to the ground one after another, slowly pecking at the few grass seeds in the fluffy straw.
What happened to Remus Lupine that he had to write a letter to Amosta Brain in a hurry on Christmas Day?
A few minutes later, when everything returned to normal, a mouse with a broken front paw appeared silently on Malfoy's shoulder -
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