hp dumbledore's death march

"It's broken." A young man squatted at the intersection, hesitantly drawing circles with his hands. In front of him was a broomstick with smooth lines, beautiful and natural.It's just that there seems to be something wrong with the broom, and the end of the broom can't stop making a "chi la chi la" sound.

The young man looked extremely distressed, and was seriously thinking about countermeasures.

"I obviously took maintenance seriously?" He muttered depressingly.He began to check by talking to himself, but obviously he was not good at this, because the sound of the broom tail suddenly rose a few decibels during his inspection.It's a bit like a forced girl screaming.

The young man withdrew his hand silently.He smiled awkwardly and said, "It's my smell."

The broom moved and ignored him.

"Eh?" He looked into the distance in amazement, and said in surprise: "There is someone!" So he shouted loudly into the distance: "Friend over there, I am here!"

The figure froze for a moment, then walked over steadily, the young man felt relieved, and chatted with his broom easily: "Look at that man, there is actually a bird on his shoulder!" The young man opened his eyes wide in surprise , said excitedly: "Is he walking the bird? We can ask him if we can pet his bird."

His broom looked very unhappy that his owner was focusing on something else, not even the bird! !

The man approached, it was a young man with brown hair who was not a few years older than him, and the big elegant red bird squatting on his shoulder gave him an incomparably familiar feeling, but the young man subconsciously trusted him for some reason.

"Huh, sir?" He grabbed his already messy hair, pushed up his glasses, and said inexplicably restrained.It seemed like he hadn't felt this way for a long time. Being shy was the little girl's behavior, and the young man was very dissatisfied with his state.

"Uh, are you... no, I mean you can fix brooms?" Merlin!Why can't I even speak clearly!Shocked, the young man secretly spurned himself in his heart.

He secretly had a feeling that there was no problem that the young man in front of him could not solve.

"I can try." The brown-haired young man smiled happily, his blue eyes curved into a crescent, very kind.

He rolled up his sleeves and looked at the broom seriously, but the broom was shaking like a patient suffering from goat's horns, and he vowed not to let him hold it steady. Its owner secretly gave it a hard look.

But it didn't restrain itself in the slightest, instead it intensified. The person holding it turned it professionally without any hesitation. His slender fingers gently brushed the growth rings of the oak, combing the extremely unstable magic ripples. , its owner watched it slowly calm down with relief.

The bony hands slid all the way down, and when it reached the end of the sweep, the young man paused, and then snapped off a branch. The broom immediately stopped beating, but made a strange sound.

"Puff puff puff puff puff!" The repaired broom circled around the owner cheerfully and nimbly.

The original smile on the young man's face cracked, and he pointed at his precious broom with a trembling hand, and the broom immediately made another sound in coordination with it, "Puff puff puff puff-chi."

Its maintenance engineer let out an undisguised laugh beside him. The young man looked at him with resentful eyes. The brown-haired young man looked away and said confidently, "It can fly, can't it?"

The young man had no expression on his face: "I'd rather have it crumble into dregs than ride a broom that sounds like it's farting."

The brown-haired young man couldn't bear it anymore, he burst out laughing, the young man didn't hold back, and the two laughed like idiots on the first day they met 18 years later.

The brown-haired young man covered his mouth and said, "Sorry, I'm Albus Dumbledore."

The young man with messy hair said indifferently: "It's nothing, my name is James Potter. Just call me James."

"Of course, James." Albus said with a smile on his face. "Are you alone?"

"Of course not." James puffed out his chest proudly, "I have a wife, and Lily will come to me soon."

As soon as the words were finished, a clear and sweet voice called anxiously: "James?" Albus and James looked at the place where the voice came from at the same time, a tall, slim and beautiful woman trotted over in a hurry, with a flame in her head. The same red hair, paired with a pair of clean, warm and translucent green eyes is even more eye-catching.

"Lily!" James' eyes lit up, and he greeted her with a silly smile.

Lily frowned slightly, narrowed her beautiful almond eyes, and began to attack her cute prongs without any politeness: "Excellent flying skills? Huh? Who said that I can't fall?"

Yan Porter, James' wife, looked at his beautiful wife pitifully, and said flatteringly, "I'm sorry, my dear. I swear, I will never..."

"Lily, Lily?" James panicked around his wife whose eyes were filled with mist, and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did I make you angry? Tell me, I'll just change it."

"Idiot." Lily cried, and slammed into James' arms viciously, "Don't leave me alone again."

"No, never again." James lowered his eyes and patted Lily comfortingly. The back of his bruised hand revealed his uneasy heart. He whispered: "Never again."

Dumbledore waited patiently.

When Lily raised her head from James' arms in embarrassment, Dumbledore nodded with a tolerant smile. Lily's face was a little red, but James joked, "Hurry up, hold me a little longer, I haven't hugged enough yet." What about it?" There was an intoxicated expression on his face.

Lily glared at him angrily, and said angrily, "Aren't you going to introduce this gentleman?"

"Of course." James posed exaggeratedly, "This is Albus Dumbledore."

"Hello." Lily smiled kindly and asked, "May I call you Albus?"

Albus nodded feeling subtly, it was a wonderful thing to watch old friends from the past introduce themselves together with seriousness.

"I haven't asked what you guys are doing yet?"

"Us?" James didn't answer.

Lily snorted, raised her chin proudly and said, "He wants to bet with me who will fly farther within the specified time. You were a Quidditch player before."

"It was just a mistake." James yelled wrongly after being suspected.He pointed to his broom aggrievedly and said, "Who would have thought that there would be problems with the broom."

The three of them turned to his broom in unison. Feeling the focus of their eyes, the broom turned around a few times smoothly with a strong desire for expression, but there was still a "puff puff puff ~ chi" sound from the buttocks without shame.

Lily: "...ah." Without saying anything, she patted James on the shoulder sympathetically.For some reason, James felt a little schadenfreude.

James wanted to cry without tears.

When he turned his head to look at Albus, the place where he was originally standing was already empty.He looked at Lily, who also shook her head.A trace of melancholy floated up in James' heart inexplicably.

At this moment, Albus rushed on the road resolutely: "Heh, do I want to stay there and let you watch the black history I created. You are living a good life, isn't that enough?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Gellert: I heard you wanted to pet my Al's bird.

James: It's a misunderstanding!Please put down your wand! ! ! !

The scumbag author tried his best to let Gong Jun come out as soon as possible, so...do you really not want to collect it?Little cuties (sincere face)