Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 359 Meeting with Sirius Again

"Okay, I know what you want to say, but that's impossible, I won't just let Sirius torment at home like this," Hera said bitterly, "It's useless even if you sell yourself badly, this must be compensated."

"Uh" Dumbledore's eyes flickered, his mouth bluffed several times, and finally he closed it, and let out a long breath from his nostrils.

"That makes sense, Dumbledore," said Hera.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and nodded, "He will pay you back." After speaking, he opened his eyes again, and blinked at Fox next to the door. Fox nodded reluctantly, and then flapped his wings and flew to Hera's side, and disappeared in a flash of fire.

"Albus, aren't you going to tell him?" Dai Lisi asked while standing aside with her shoulders in her arms.

"Yes, I would have liked to."

"Then why don't you continue?" Phineas also asked beside him, but he was poked hard by Dai Lisi.

"That's obviously inappropriate, can't you see it?" Dai Lisi said angrily, "Obviously there will be more suitable opportunities."

"But Albus, how long do you have to come back to accompany us?" Phineas was blocked by Dai Lisi to the corner of the picture frame, but still shouted out loudly.

The atmosphere in the principal's room turned cold almost instantly. The portraits in the other frames trembled, closed their eyes and hugged their shoulders and pretended to be asleep. They didn't intend to accompany Phineas to the trouble.

Dumbledore sighed, threw his wand on the table weakly, took off the leather gloves with great effort, looked at the scorched palm, which had spread from the palm to the wrist, "There is still time, and there is still time"

"Albus, you've done a great job." Armando Dippet said softly. He was Dumbledore's predecessor, the person who single-handedly promoted Dumbledore to the position of headmaster. He had known Dumbledore for too long.

Dumbledore let out a long breath, and put on the leather gloves again, "But it's not enough." His eyes became firm again, and a faint blue light flashed in his pupils.

And Hera, almost before he could react, Fox captured him, and they arrived almost in the blink of an eye.

The ground disappeared and reappeared under Hera's feet, the swirling colors and whirring abundance appeared and disappeared, advancing rapidly, and then, he returned to that familiar place.Another voice nearby said: "Oh, who is here again, there are already quite a few people here."

"Hera!" was Harry's voice.

Hera opened his eyes, and he returned to the dark living room at No. 12 Grimmauld Place. The few light sources were the candles in the foyer, and the lights in the living room were not lit. There was a stone basin containing a bright silver substance on the coffee table. Hera hardly said anything, and stuffed it into the small pocket with lightning speed. Harry and the others didn't even have time to close their jaws.

"I just want to clean this up." Hera said quickly, and only then did he see a familiar figure standing beside Harry. "Sirius?"

"Oh, you know me?" Sirius looked haggard, unshaven, and smelled a bit like Mundungus' smoke.

So, Sirius lost all his memory?
This is really good news!

so.
Hera hugged Sirius generously and gave him a firm hug, "Sirius, it's good to see you again."

"Oh, who are you? My good friend?" Sirius hugged Hera with a puzzled expression on his face, which made Hera feel a little confused, but the result is still very good.

"Of course, you used to be best friends." Harry said, "If it wasn't for Hera, how could you know that Peter Pettigrew was by Ron's side all the time? If it wasn't for Hera, I'm afraid you would have been in Azkaban all along, and there is no chance of redressing your grievances."

"Oh, that said, I really should thank you very much." Sirius suddenly realized, and then hugged Hera tightly and patted Hera on the back vigorously.

It seemed that Sirius hadn't explained what was going on with Harry and the others in detail before, and Hera was quite happy in her heart, so at least he wouldn't reveal the truth.

"My friend, what's wrong with you? You can't even recognize me." Hera said very sadly, and the sad eyes couldn't help people believe that he was really sad.

Sirius let go of Hera, and pointed to his head, "Using Dumbledore's words, it is the old man with white hair. He said that this is probably an extremely rare thing."

"This is definitely a blessing in misfortune." Hera said exaggeratedly, "Of course, there is nothing more exciting than seeing you standing in front of me so well."

And then, very quickly they were done reminiscing, because the Weasley children were all nervously looking in the direction of the door, they were waiting for their mother to come, so that they could go to Saint-Germont Hospital for Magical Wounds and Wounds together, which was not going to be easy, Hera assured her.

"Hera, can you help us find some cloaks or something—?" Ginny said anxiously, and she seemed impatient to wait.

"Wait, you can't rush to Saint-Germans, even if your mother comes." Hera said.

Sirius scratched his head in confusion, "Why is that? I think their father must be very keen to see them, even though I have completely forgotten what kind of people my parents are."

Only then did Hera notice that the living room was surprisingly quiet, and the old lady Black didn't even scream to disturb them.

This is not acceptable. The work assigned to her has not been properly completed.
Hera walked quickly to the front of the curtain and pulled back the thick, dusty curtain. The place where Mrs. Blake's picture frame was originally was now a bare wall with traces of yellow glue on it.

"What did you do to her?" Hera's face was very ugly, it's better not what he thought.

Sirius said happily, "Oh, you mean that portrait that screams shame all day long?"

"of course."

"Dung said that the portrait was too noisy, and let me clean it up when I have time." Sirius said very proudly, "In order to clean it completely, I had to completely dismantle the picture frame, but before that, I had to cut the portrait first, lest she keep shouting."

"Uh" Hera didn't know what to say for a moment.Harry tugged at Sirius' sleeve, which interrupted Sirius.

"Sirius, that's a picture of your mother—" Harry whispered

"Oh, I know—wait, you said that was my mother?" Sirius didn't react for a moment, but he almost repeated it before froze.

After a long silence, the air in the room seemed to freeze, even the little ones of the Weasley family didn't make a sound, they looked at Sirius quietly, and he quickly covered his head and howled.

"Damn it, what the hell did I do, how could I—" he yelled, holding his head, "how can my mother be a bastard full of nonsense!?"

"She was probably stimulated by you. I heard that she was a very elegant lady before." Hera shrugged and returned to the sofa to sit down with a little regret. It seemed that Sirius helped him solve a small problem.

"I can't forgive myself!" cried Sirius, clutching his head.

Harry quickly shouted, "Don't be like this, Sirius, this is not your fault, you don't remember who she is at all, how can you blame this, and she treats you like that."

"Okay." Sirius almost changed his face at the speed of light, and instantly returned to his previous appearance, which made everyone a little stunned. "Please, please don't look at me like that."

"Oh, you're really... really flexible now." Harry racked his brains and finally came up with the word to describe Sirius.

"Okay, can you stop for a moment, I don't care what happened to that portrait at all right now." Ron shouted suddenly, "I just want to know how my father is doing, please - lend us a few cloaks, let's go and see my father."

"You can't rush to Saint-Germain." Hera said with a sigh.

"Of course we can," said Fred stubbornly. "He's our father!"

"How do you explain that you knew Arthur was injured before the hospital notified the family?"

"What does that matter?" said George sharply.

"Think about it, if the Ministry of Magic knows that Harry can dream of things thousands of miles away, what will they do?" Hera was very annoyed, "I can understand your feelings, but please don't let everyone fall into danger because of you. This is not an easy matter. Dumbledore has spent a lot of effort just to maintain the situation."

The expressions of the twin brothers are still so excited, they don't care what the Ministry of Magic does.In fact, they are in a very strange stage of human growth, and their unique self-righteous thoughts, actions and values ​​​​are unique to adolescents-well, this is commonly known as the second disease.

Harry should be soon too, and his recent behavior can't be called normal.

Ron's face was pale. As Harry's friend, he felt it more clearly than his twin brothers, and he felt vaguely targeted by his classmates and the Ministry of Magic.

Ginny said, "It can be said that others told us that we heard it from other places, not to mention Harry"

"Who told you?" Hera asked impatiently, "Your father was injured while working for the Order of the Phoenix. That's enough. In addition, his children will know the situation after a few seconds. Are you hoping that the Ministry of Magic will take the opportunity to attack the Order of the Phoenix?"

"We don't care about any stupid Order of the Phoenix!" Fred exclaimed.

"Our father is dying," cried George.Right now they only care about their father, there is nothing wrong with that, but in the current situation, it is not so suitable.

"Your father knows what he's doing, and he won't thank you for disrupting the Order of the Phoenix!" Hera also became angry, "Your father doesn't want it, and neither does Dumbledore—you don't understand—something is worth dying for!"

"Easy to say, stay here!" roared Fred. "I never saw your life in danger!"

The blood on Hera's face disappeared instantly, and for a moment he seemed to want to punch Fred, but when he spoke, he was firm and calm.

"I know it's hard, but we all have to pretend we don't know, don't be impatient, at least wait until we hear from your mother, okay?"

After all, what Fred said was very reasonable, and Hera couldn't do anything other than say such things dryly, and she didn't even have a position or an excuse to refute.Whoever told Fred was right.

Fred and George were still unconvinced, but Ginny walked to the nearest chair and sat down.Harry looked at Ron, who gave an odd nod and a shrug, and they both sat down.The twins stared at Hera for another minute before sitting on either side of Ginny.

Hera was pacing in front, he also looked agitated, he was hurt by Fred's words.

Is he, Hera, a guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death?

But he is different now, he still has Penello, so many professor friends, so many lovely students, although he doesn't want to admit it, but Hera knows very well: he is a guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

"By the way," Hera said, "if you are a little lonely, you can try drinking some wine. Kreacher—forgot, I'll go downstairs to prepare." Hera turned and went to the basement kitchen, ready to pour a few glasses of beer, hoping there was a beer bar at home.

He really didn't want to face the eyes of these children anymore, which hurt his heart very much.He even began to doubt whether the rules of conduct he had been doing were correct.

Some things are worth dying for.

This was what Hera and Fred said just now, but Hera was still thinking about this sentence repeatedly in her heart. Is this what she has been lying to herself, or is it her true inner feelings.

"Perhaps, it's time to take a firm stand." Hera sighed, picked up the beer bottle and poured out a large pot, and added a large piece of butter to the pot, preparing to have some butter beer. This might calm them down—maybe the children's eyes would be blurred, so Hera wouldn't be so hurt.

Sirius also came down from the stairs. He picked up a bottle of beer and drank it straight away. Hera did the same and didn't speak.For a while, only the crackling of the kitchen fire and the sound of wine bottles touching the table were heard.

"Why did you come down?" Hera asked with her head down, without looking at Sirius.

Sirius shook his head, "Although I don't know what happened, it's obvious that their mood is terrible." He paused, and continued, "I have an inexplicable feeling that you know something, and you are deliberately hiding something when you face me."

"Heh!" Hera sneered, "Perhaps you will blame me if you tell me."

(End of this chapter)