[hp] stay out of it

Sirius raised his eyes and looked at the enthusiastic Helen.He tilted his head slightly: "There's nothing worth hearing. I'll stop talking."

Helen didn't follow up to ask, and the room was silent for a while.Then she took another sip of her drink, looked at the picture of Dave on the wall, and looked down at her big belly, which was making it so difficult to move. "It made me sick. You know, that feeling: a weird thing with rotting blood growing inside me."

Sirius was supposed to be serious at first, but he thought of something, so he was suddenly amused, and after a few laughs he quickly waved his hands at Helen: "Sorry, I couldn't help it—I was just thinking, you probably have something in common with my mother." Language. She often regrets not strangling the 'little bastard' of 'corrupted blood' in her infancy."

"Oh, my God." Helen was also overjoyed: "My mother often said the same thing, you know, it's exactly the same as what you just said!"

After the two guys who betrayed their bloodlines laughed together, the distance between them narrowed a lot.After staring at Debbie who was mumbling to herself for a while, Helen raised her head and chose a warmer topic to ask: "How, um, what does it feel like to be a child? What kind of child is he?"

Sirius also relaxed a bit, he stretched his long legs, leaned against the wall easily, shrugged: "There are more headaches, you have to try your best to guess what's inside his head Thinking of something unexpected. This guy looks like his mother, I think."

"I can't imagine you're married, buddy," Helen said. "No offense intended, but you look very dashing, not at all like a guy who's content to be tied down by his family."

"Hey, why do you all say that. Well, I'm 34 years old, don't I still look so foolish?"

"It's unruly and free." Helen said.

"Then I will accept your compliment." Sirius raised his glass to Helen.

"Well, cheers." Helen just wanted to be happy for a while, and drank the whole glass of the very intoxicating wine, but she didn't seem to care much, and enjoyed the dizzy effect brought by the alcohol and the magic in it.

Trapped in this house by the magic of the crystal box, Sirius spent the four hours before the 17th year of his real time, drinking and chatting lightheartedly with two witches he knew would die.And fortunately, he drank the hangover medicine for this glass of wine in advance, he was not as crazy as Debbie, nor was he slightly drunk like Helen—of course, the sparkle in his eyes after being slightly drunk is still very charming.

He took out his pocket watch again: "Oh, ladies, it's less than 10 minutes, and I should be leaving."

"Going to go?" Helen looked up at him, and by the way, put the garland she had just woven out of heather on Debbie's head - Debbie, who was smirking, insisted that Helen give the garland to her.

Sirius stood up, put the cup on the tray on the cabinet, and nodded: "I have other things to do, let's take a step first. Also, it's a pleasure chatting with you."

He glanced at Helen again.Helen, although she is now a married woman, she has not lost the unique brilliance of youth, and her eyes are still full of hope and hope.Obviously, the "crazy witch" that he knew from the books, who lurked in the dark and completed many murders, has not yet taken shape.In the hours of chatting here, he had heard what Helen and Debbie had said: that they wanted to make the Boyles suffer badly for dead Dave, and it would be more than just smashing their bones. porcelain stone.

He couldn't hold back, and asked, "You know the consequences of being an enemy of the Boyle family, right? You will provoke long conflicts and wars. Are you sure you are ready?"

"I want to do what I want to do. If you think too many things that have nothing to do with the goal, you will lose the goal." Helen said.

Sirius looked at her, knowing that she was determined and fearless about the future, so he didn't say much, just reminded her before turning around: "You have a few heather petals in your hair."

"Oh, is it?" Helen took a photo of the wine bottle, then turned her head and smiled at Sirius: "They're pretty, let them stay there."

He withdrew his gaze from the young, sunny Helen's face, said goodbye to the two witches, and prepared to leave the house.

Helen suddenly called out to him: "Hey, the guy who refuses to say his name."

Sirius stood in the doorway and looked back.

Helen grabbed the bottle and took a sip of the wine, then stared at him and said, "Why do you already have a family?"

Sirius could only shrug, but he said nothing.

Helen didn't take it seriously, but just joked: "In this case, shouldn't you tell me that I can find a better one?"

Before Sirius came and said anything, the time was up, his figure twisted a bit, and he left the small room.

"Oh, that's a transfer magic that I've never seen before." Helen said to herself.

In the room, Debbie still had her eyes closed, and her tone was still drunk, but it was obviously not the incomprehensible feeling just now: "Aha, this guy is pretty good. Steady, funny, smart, and good-looking... ..."

"You're not drunk." Helen said dissatisfied.

"Who said being drunk was only a right of the drunk, huh?" Debbie hiccupped. "Anyone, you know—anyone with a broken heart has the right to be crazy, it helps." Sanity."

Helen grabbed the bottle and regrettably found that there was no wine in it.Debbie said from the side: "How dare you say such a thing, Helen! If I'm really drunk, wouldn't I miss out on this good show?"

Helen threw the bottle aside and ignored her.

Debbie twisted on the cushion and lay down next to Helen's hand. Helen took off the flower on her head in dissatisfaction: "You're going to crush it. It really shouldn't be on your head just now."

"He's over 30, you deserve better." Debbie started with this sentence, ready to comment on the British wizard who was too stingy to keep his name.

Helen interrupted her, and said directly: "That's the type I like—and, only you like those young ones: they haven't experienced anything, they only have impulses."

"Impulse has its charm." Debbie reached out and took Dave's picture frame off the cabinet and hugged it.

"Speaking of which," Helen showed for the first time the sentimental expression of a young girl who just turned [-]: "People obviously don't like me. I'm not gentle, and I have a big belly."

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I sat in Sirius' office and waited for six hours, trying to figure out time and fate. Suddenly, the crystal box on the table clicked, emitting a flowing, clear luster, and then Sirius appeared behind the desk, He let out a breath and sat back in his chair with relief.

I poured him a cup of tea, and cleaned up the smell of alcohol in the room he brought.

He pressed his temple and said, "Your mother is a good girl."

"I know." I saw that he was still immersed in the confusion brought about by time travel, and told him that I corrected some of his homework for him - he was obviously the type of teacher who didn't like to grade homework, under the desk There are mountains of papers that need to be processed in the four colleges that have been saved.

Sirius looked like it was Christmas all over again: "Oh, Vincent, how can I thank you - these nasty parchments... there's more, it's a pity. Oh, yes, I Senior students can be punished to stay in school to work, and the content is to correct all these homework. Tsk tsk, what a great idea!"

I took the crystal box away, and before I left, I asked someone a question I didn't have time to ask: "What do you think of Helen? What if..."

Sirius withdrew his mischievous smile of trying to exploit senior students: "I can't promise anything else, Vincent, but if..." He still made his words clear, paused, and he even looked a little sad: "No Ifs, Vincent, there are no ifs."

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This is from yesterday +_+ As you can see, I often get stuck when I want to write romantic (ˉ﹃ˉ) I am also drunk