[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

On his first night at Hogwarts, Harry had trouble sleeping.His parents are constantly walking through his dreams, but they never speak.Mrs Weasley wept sadly over Kreacher's body, while Ron and Hermione looked on with their crowns on their heads.Sirius took Wormtail's hand and was laughing--twirling--twisting--

He was looking at his proud subordinate with tender, appreciative eyes.He was saying in a seductive, magnetic voice, "Bella, you're doing a great job."

The female Death Eater's face flushed suddenly, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at her Master with pride and admiration.

The background of the familiar study room, there seems to be some more materials on the bookshelf, half a book is spread out on the desk, there seems to be a very, very small figure in the shadow, and it seems that the projection next to it can be vaguely seen. Familiar, I should have remembered it as soon as I saw it...

Harry woke up with a start.

He was half-sleepless in bed until dawn.

Ron and Seamus quarreled fiercely about Dumbledore's old foolishness in the Daily Prophet and the Muggle threat theory, and the atmosphere in the dormitory remained at freezing point.Harry should probably do something to adjust, but he was worried and absent-minded, trying to recall the glimpses that seemed all too familiar in his dream, ignoring some of the childish quarrels.

The whole day's class was like a farce, a drowsy history of magic class, and gave them a two-part Potions class (the potion they were required to make was the most difficult and labor-intensive one. , the only good news is that Snape no longer targeted him in class), Professor Trelawney predicted Harry would die in the divination class, and Umbridge, who was almost like a toad-toad, brought The abysmal Defense Against the Dark Arts class.The desperately alarming brain has been trying to remind him of something, this sense of unreliable falling made Harry almost unable to restrain his temper, anyway, Umbridge dare not do anything to him - the Dark Lord warned "don't touch him ", and Minister of Magic Fudge might be one of his people—even if Fudge is not, there is always a high-ranking official who is...

Fortunately, Harry still maintained his calm. He put away his wand according to Umbridge's request, opened "Defense of Magic Theory", and read the boring content.The whole class is arguing about not being able to use magic this semester, and Umbridge's magical "as long as you have learned the theory very solidly, there is no reason why you can't cast spells under strictly controlled test conditions" theory Fighting with his hands, Harry reached into his robes and took a gentle grip on his wand.

Uneasiness, fear, and anger flowed in his heart, and he was almost urged by the voice in his heart to raise his wand—this is Hogwarts, calm down, Harry.he said to himself.

But it's true that he hasn't used magic for a very, very long time.In the Death Eater Manor, he practiced various spells hundreds of times a day, and his proficiency increased visibly at that time; but leaving that privileged place, he became a man bound by traces. The minors, with their hands and feet bound, behaved purely and kindly.And even at Hogwarts, I encountered a class where I couldn't cast spells all day, and now even the Defense Against the Dark Arts class...

The wailing of Muggles and Death Eaters appeared in front of his eyes, when Fenrir was begging in front of him, he picked up his wand, with a vague secret joy...

Harry woke up suddenly, let go of his wand as if he had burned his hand, and was in a cold sweat.

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The first day at Hogwarts wasn't as good as Harry had imagined, and the second day wasn't much better either.Two Charms lessons were followed by two Transfiguration lessons. Both Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall spent 15 minutes emphasizing the importance of the Owls exam to the whole class—Harry found it strange that Professor McGonagall also started Like Professor Dumbledore, he didn't look at him the whole time - and then the protection of magical creatures was taught by Professor Graplan. She introduced the Bowtruckle. In conscience, she spoke much better than Hagrid, but Harry Still misses his half-giant friend terribly.Professor Sprout, who was the last class, assigned a lot of homework like the previous teachers, which made everyone restless.

To be honest, Harry was previously taught mainly about black arts, but the completely theoretical Defense Against the Dark Arts homework did not match his knowledge range. Now Harry can only hope that his inexplicably improved magic learning ability can be used in other fields. Subjects are also valid.Plus his scar was aching all day long, and he was always trying to think like crazy about what he was missing—he must be missing something, or he wouldn't be in such panic—

On the way to the auditorium for dinner, he passed Draco Malfoy, and he heard Draco say loudly to Goyle: "...I received a letter from my mother, and my mother is very happy to take care of her Brothers……"

Draco was supposed to be reminding him of something, Harry trying to concentrate in the pain of his scar: Draco's mother... Narcissa Malfoy... her brother... wait, her brother!

Harry's footsteps stopped, he should have thought of it earlier!

So many details, so many reminders!

Sirius!

Those clips that kept warning him came to his mind at once: the escape from Azkaban, the mission Bellatrix accepted, Sirius seeing him off at the station, Kreacher and Sirius passing by in the dream. Projection, Snape and Professor McGonagall dare not meet his eyes...

A chill welled up from under his feet, sweeping Harry's whole body: Maybe Sirius had been captured when he first arrived at Hogwarts, but all the insiders, those members of the Order of the Phoenix, were hiding him .When he was distressed by the childish quarrels of his classmates, the heavy homework of the teacher, and the unsatisfactory teaching content, Sirius might be being tortured and being tortured...

He didn't know what he could do, Snape and Sirius had a deep-rooted hatred, and he would never help in this matter, he would just say, like Professor McGonagall, that this is a business for adults , you don't need to worry; and Professor Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore...

Harry had completely forgotten about dinner, said a quick word to Hermione and Ron, and began to sprint toward the Headmaster's office.Professor Dumbledore may have a way, no, he must have a way!

He ran across the moving stairs, and stopped in front of a huge, hideous stone monster—he didn't know the password, and he was so anxious that he was almost fuming, and began to try the password he had heard before, "Iced lemon juice? "

"Harry?" Professor McGonagall's voice came from behind.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He realized that it would have been better to find Professor McGonagall first, and then drag Professor McGonagall to find the headmaster, but it's not bad now.He turned around and said to Professor McGonagall, "Professor, I have something urgent to see the principal."

Harry emphasized it again: "It's very, very urgent."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with hesitant eyes—she seemed to realize something, and her face turned slightly pale—she didn't say anything else in the end, but just shouted the password "Zizi Honey Bee Candy" to the stone monster .

The wall split in two, and Harry and Professor McGonagall went up the spiral staircase together, higher and higher, and finally stood in front of a shiny oak door with a griffin Shaped brass door knocker.

Professor McGonagall knocked on the door, which opened after a while, and Harry walked in impatiently.The old headmaster sat in the office with a serious face and did not raise his head to look at him.

Harry's courage to question is slowly fading. Professor Dumbledore has always been the object of his most longing and admiration until the end of the Goblet of Fire. It is a collection of his sense of security. All problems can be counted on the professor to solve ——But after Harry returned from the Death Eater Manor, the old headmaster no longer looked at him, no longer approached him, no longer instructed him, and even when they looked at each other, Harry almost found out in horror own inexplicable hostility.

But Sirius... his godfather, brother, last kin...

Harry collected himself, and opened his mouth: "Professor, I found out that Sirius has been taken away, he may... the mysterious man will not let him go...Professor, I..." Harry didn't even know what he was talking about What, his word order is chaotic, and his mind is in a mess, especially the headmaster has not raised his head, and he looks very calm, which puts him under great psychological pressure. Uneasiness arises in his heart, and he doesn't know what he is doing. What are you upset about.

Harry took a deep breath, and his tone was already a little choked: "Professor, save him, please..."

"Harry," said Professor Dumbledore at last, softly, "where did you get the news?"

What does it mean?Had Sirius not been caught?The scar throbbed, but Harry fought back the urge to rub it.He chose an answer almost instinctively: "I guessed it from Draco Malfoy's words. I overheard him saying that he had received a letter from his mother. He said that his mother was entertaining his brother, and she The only living brother is Sirius."

"And," Harry added slightly anxiously, "Sirius drove me all the way to the train station, and a lot of people saw him, and Wormtail knew his Animagus... I regret it, Professor, I shouldn't have let the He sent it to me, but Sirius has been stuck in the house, he is too uncomfortable..."

"Harry, we didn't want you to be bothered," Professor Dumbledore's tone was still so kind and gentle, "I believe you are strong enough, but this trouble and pain should not be borne by a child, especially when you are already in school , I have to face the Owls exam this year. I am very, very sorry for dragging you into the Order of the Phoenix..."

Anger was building up, and this—he was babbling something—

"So," Harry heard himself say calmly, with his head down, "was Sirius really caught? And you're together hiding me?"

"I'm sorry, Harry," said Professor Dumbledore, "but, if you must know - yes, Sirius was captured by Bellatrix."

After a while of silence, Harry said slowly, "Then, Professor, you will do everything you can to save him, right?"

"Yes, Harry, we will do our best," Dumbledore patted Harry's head gently, "We will do our best for every member of the Order of the Phoenix, have you forgotten? We have successfully removed you from The Death Eaters headquarters were rescued. However, this is a matter for adults, Harry, what you have to do is to study hard and don't make us worry. The rescue will be undertaken by us adults, and Sirius will not want you To be involved in such a dangerous operation. You know, he loves you."

yes he loves me.He loves me so much and I love him so much.

Harry looked up slowly, and accidentally met Professor Dumbledore's blue eyes again.He and Professor Dumbledore avoided looking at each other very tacitly, just to avoid this momentary surge in his heart——Harry felt like he had turned into a snake, and he hated this politician who was full of lies and kind on the surface, He wanted to bite him hard, to tear off his mask, to kill his soul—how Harry used to be afraid of such inexplicable, unreasonable strong feelings, and at this second, Harry's feelings and this The snake hidden in his body synchronized, and he hated the person in front of him as much as the snake, because...

Because his mind and his emotions were screaming at him—

He is lying to you!