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A cold wind blew by, and the clouds that had originally gathered around the full moon blocked its brilliance.

The temperature in the room was too cold, and coupled with the horrible weather as the fog had just dissipated, James, whose clothes were damp, sneezed loudly due to the cold wind.

Sirius moved a few steps to the side with disgust, his eyes fell on Remus who was restrained and unable to move, and covered him with the quilt that was left aside.

This action made the werewolf Remus's ferocious expression freeze, probably because he vaguely remembered that a young man had made the same action in his memory.

He struggled to move the annoying thing that was pressing on him.

He doesn't like to be covered with a blanket, which will weigh down his tail and his hair and make him very uncomfortable.

If Wenxiu Lord were here, he would definitely seize this opportunity to give the werewolf on the bed a good "education" and rub his entire body before he would stop.

But now there are only two idiots in the room who can't understand wolf language or read wolf eyes.

Sirius tucked him in, and James closed the open window. The two stopped looking at him and instead focused their attention on the decoration of the house.

The beige wallpaper looks even more cozy under the warm yellow light. The windows have been freshly painted, pure white and clean without a trace of dust.

"This feels more comfortable than our dormitory. Remus really knows how to enjoy himself."

Sirius felt a little sad when listening to James's sigh, but he couldn't be jealous of Remus' situation.

It can be seen from Remus' actions today that when he rushed here, the first thing he did was to lock himself up. How could he have time to do these things?

Sirius went to Remus' bedroom quite often during his stay at Lord Manor.

How could Sirius not know what style he liked?

The main colors are black, white and gray. Apart from the brightly colored decorations that Wenxiu Lord gave him, the overall gloomy and depressing feeling is like being in prison.

Since Remus couldn't have been the one, then it goes without saying who had made this bedroom what it is now.

Sirius walked slowly to the desk and stroked the wooden surface with his fingertips.

There was a piece of parchment placed in the middle of the table. It looked like no one had touched it for a long time, and time had left irreparable marks on the edges of the paper.

When I lifted my fingers, the skin that had touched the tabletop was clean without a speck of dust on it.

Sirius moved the chair in front of the desk and placed his palm on the back of the chair, as if he could still feel the residual warmth left by the silver-haired boy leaning there.

James finished touring the room muttering to himself, put down the small ornaments on the bedside table, and looked up to see Sirius sitting silently at the desk, playing the male ghost.

Remus's wolf howl continued in his ears. James' throat rolled and hesitantly approached Sirius, who was silent to the point of being a little weird, and patted him on the shoulder.

"What are you doing? Why are you silent?"

Pulling his thoughts away from the picture in his mind, Sirius said calmly, "Nothing."

"Hey, you don't look like it's nothing."

Although he looked indifferent, this expression was rare on Sirius.

What's more, James could see that beneath Sirius's calm surface there were ripples of sadness.

Confused, he racked his brains to think, his eyes fell on the parchment, and an idea suddenly occurred to him, "You are not thinking about Wen Xiu!"

He felt that even if the probability of his guess was not 99%, it was at least %.

After all, the only person who could make Sirius unhappy and couldn't solve the problem by playing pranks or using force was Wen Xiu.

Sure enough, James caught a glimpse of the momentary stunned expression on Sirius's face within his sight.

Realizing the cause is one thing, and having a solution is another. James is now troubled by the fact that he can't think of any words to comfort Sirius.

If you put yourself in his shoes, if he hadn't seen Lily for such a long time, he would be so nostalgic for her that he would polish the review notebooks that Lily gave him.

"You...sigh."

All his troubles turned into a sigh, and James patted Sirius' shoulder with a heavy face.

Wenxiu Lord is now engaged to Voldemort. No matter what he says now, it would be like stabbing Sirius in the heart, so it’s better not to say anything.

The comfort from his good brother was self-evident. Sirius understood it in his heart and did not remain depressed for too long.

It's only two years. As long as we make sure Wen Xiu is safe during this period, and wait until he graduates, we must find a way to kill that old guy.

Wen Xiu will definitely be very touched by then, and maybe he will agree to marry him?

After calming down, Sirius punched James on the shoulder with a backhanded punch, looking at him with contempt.

"Why are you sighing? Am I, Sirius, someone who can be defeated so easily?"

The punch was not painful, but it was enough to make James angry.

His eyes widened. "Huh? I don't know who was so upset that he was about to cry. I was trying to comfort you, but you hit me! Take my punch."

The two men were fighting each other in a real and fake way. The light stretched their shadows and projected them onto the wall. For the first time, the werewolf Remus felt the emotion of speechlessness.

On this full-moon night, the werewolf Remus watched a great show.

He welcomed two good brothers who would come to accompany him on every full moon night in the next few years.

In the second half of the night, Sirius and James were really bored. They wanted to tease the werewolf, but they were afraid that Remus would struggle too hard and hurt himself.

The two dragged chairs to sit beside the bed and talked to Remus in a sleepy manner, not caring whether he could understand them or not.

The sleepy stars chased the escaping moon, and the sun appeared slowly and sleepily on the horizon, greeted the moon and took over its job.

The sky was dyed a gradual dawn color, announcing the beginning of a new day through the light clouds.

Remus, who had regained his human form, grasped the wand and unlocked the shackles on his wrists. He stood up and stared at the two teenagers who were sleeping soundly at the head of the bed, with a somewhat amusing expression.

The strange behavior of the two during this period of time was explained. Remus pulled out the cork, and the medicine that slid down his throat was warm and smooth.

Remus untied the chains on his body, got out of bed, found some clothes to change into, then walked behind the two men and woke them up with a gentle voice.

The two people who were fast asleep were drenched in cold water, and James, who was forced to turn on the computer, had not yet opened his eyes.

Realizing that there was someone in front of him, he grabbed Sirius, who was waking up next to him, with one hand to protect him behind him, and decisively drew out his wand with the other hand.

"Armor protection."

"James, it's me." Remus laughed and said, his voice still a little hoarse after shouting all night.

His tense nerves suddenly relaxed, James glanced at the sky, and threw himself forward onto the bed.

"Merlin bless you, I thought someone was attracted by your screams and discovered us."

Sirius, who had completely awakened, stepped over the paralyzed James and walked up to Remus, looking him up and down.

"How do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Remus shook his head, "I'm fine. I already drank the potion."

Seeing that the two people's attitudes did not change when facing him, the boy's body was wrapped in warmth, as if the light blue in the sky was dyed with a warm color of vitality.

He said, "Thank you."