The Daily Life of Wizards [British and American]

The moment when Pettigrew didn't hesitate, put down his wand, knelt down and surrendered.

Everyone was stunned.

The Aurors already knew the truth before they came, but most of the reporters, as well as the wizards who came to pay their respects to the 'hero' out of the excitement, all showed expressions of disbelief at the sudden turn of events.

"Isn't he a hero?" The little wizard who was following the mother witch asked blankly.

Everyone has no way to answer.

Sirius looked down at this former friend, now a spineless traitor, with cold eyes...

The enthusiastic and happy smile under James' messy hair, the gentle smile in Lily's emerald green eyes, the ah-ah sound of little Harry floating in the air and kicking his calves...Scenes and scenes appeared before his eyes, as if yesterday.

But it was because of this cowardly and despicable thing in front of him that the once beautiful home became a ruin.

"Protect me...don't let him...don't let Sirius kill me..."

Pettigrew, caught by the swarming Aurors, was still yelling for shelter.

His ugly appearance made a heroic female Auror really disgusting.

This witch who loves to hate secretly took advantage of everyone not paying attention, and kicked over. The short and fat body was immediately staggered, and it just fell at the feet of Sirius who jumped down from the air. His watery face His eyes rolled wildly, and he let out a shriek of fear.

Sirius looked at him in disgust, then watched him being taken away by the Aurors.

The reporters regained their composure at this moment and swarmed over again, "Mr. Sirius, can you explain the current situation?"

"Mr. Black, what's going on? Isn't Sirius dead?" "Sirius, are you back to life?"

"Does the Black family have the secret to bring the dead back to life?" "Why was Pettigrew arrested? Isn't he a hero, he is the real traitor?"

The scene was a mess.

At this time, St. Mungo's therapist also arrived.

The crowd gathered more and more, the therapists hurriedly pushed through the crowd, first waved their wands, cast a detection spell on old Barty Crouch, and then temporarily stopped the bleeding, directed him to be carried on the stretcher.

When the reporters saw this situation, their eyes turned green, and they rushed up again: "Mr. Therapist, hasn't Mr. Crouch passed away? What kind of spell did you cast just now?"

"Dead? It's just that he lost too much blood, plus a stun spell, how did he die?"

The therapist at St. Mungo's looked very angry, "Can you stop spreading rumors! Get out of the way and don't delay the patient's condition."

the other side,

"You're scared." Sirius walked up to Daniel with long legs after breaking free from the reporters' siege, and said affirmatively to him.

"No." Daniel retorted quickly, then paused, and praised him: "The spell is good."

"Of course." Sirius replied without any modesty.

He laughed lowly, and there was a hint of relief in the laughter, "James and I invented it together, and it hasn't been used yet. It was specially used to tease Snape... Do you know Snape? A greasy The dark guy... By the way, is it very similar? This spell really looks very similar to the Avada Kedavra in appearance, doesn't it?"

"Professor Snape is a national treasure master!" Daniel said solemnly, and then began to mutter again, "I wonder if the Ministry of Magic has insurance for its staff? I hope that old Barty's medical expenses in St. Mungo's will not be in my charge... ..."

He spoke very quickly, "Although you did a good job this time, you are brave and resourceful, and you know restraint, which is worthy of praise. But next time, I hope you will be more cautious. You know, you are now full of I don’t even have a copper Knut, and I’ll definitely have to eat, drink, and live in mine in the future... Hey, what are you laughing at? Let me tell you. The Blake’s house, the 711 vault, are all mine now! All mine !"

"Hey, brother! What national treasure, forget it, I don't care! But, no one is dead now, can you stop being so nervous, I think your face is a little pale." Sirius couldn't help the smile on his lips, He stretched out his hand, put it on the shoulder of this distant cousin, and said seriously: "Daniel, everything is over."

"My face is always white. Besides, I am a civil servant, a civilian! I am not a soldier fighting at the forefront." Daniel responded angrily, and then turned around and said belatedly, "Oh , is it over?"

"Yes, it's over." Sirius used an affirmative tone once.

Both of them didn't know what to say.

However, at the next moment,

"Mr. Black, about this incident..." The reporters rushed over like locusts.

"Where the fuck is this over!"

Daniel sighed, muttered angrily, then gathered his energy, showed a formulaic smile, and prepared to meet him.

But Sirius suddenly stretched out a long leg and moved forward. Daniel didn't pay attention to the bottom of his feet, and suddenly tripped and fell.

At the same time, a strong arm suddenly stretched out obliquely and wrapped around his waist, and then his whole body was dragged away in this strange posture.

It wasn't until he got on the cool-looking flying motorcycle that he came back to his senses. As soon as he shouted "What are you doing..." angrily, he was blown by the cool wind.

The flying motorcycle roared in the air, and Sirius stepped on the accelerator to increase the speed to the fastest.

He made a fancy flying in the air, for a while, S-shape, Z-shape for a while, and rose to the highest altitude for a while, released the control, and let the car fall straight down...

Daniel was scared all the way...

But when Sirius heard Daniel's voice, he still had time to turn his head and smile at him, his handsome face was full of joy.

Daniel pulled his hair nervously, wishing he could bald him, and almost shouted at the top of his voice, "Look at the front, look at the front...it's too low, there's a tree in front of it...I'm about to hit it I hit it..."

It was not until 12 Grimmauld Place that the motorcycle landed safely.

Daniel almost staggered down from the motorcycle. His face was pale, his fingers trembled a little, and two blushes appeared on his cheeks because of anger.

"I'm going to fucking kill you, motherfucker!!" The high-decibel curse almost resounded through the sky.

However, Sirius just grinned, and showed a slightly lively smile without pain: "Hey, you are so stupid, those reporters are so troublesome, you still go up and run away Easy! And, don't you think it's nice to come once in a while? I'm sharing my favorites with you!"

As he said, he patted the cool flying motorcycle, "Look, I used to only be with James, even Lupine..." He paused, then continued, "Anyway, your serious look Take it away, it's too boring, think too old!"

"So it's best to be heartless like you?"

"No, just do it if you want to do it, and don't do it if you don't want to do it!"

"FUCK!"

"I don't want to do this right now."

"I must complain to the Ministry of Magic and ask the Department of Magical Traffic to open an air traffic control department!"

"...It's good, when racing, it's more fun to have an opponent!"

Danny was suddenly annoyed, he stared at Sirius firmly, there were blue flames burning and jumping in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'm a little excited today."

"Is this a little hyperactive? Taking stimulants is not so crazy!"

Sirius scratched his head, and said compromised: "But, I think it's really nice to relax after serious things are over!"

"You don't call it relaxation, it's called indulgence!"

"Hey!" Sirius became a little annoyed, "You don't always want to learn from Malfoy and others, what's the point of following the rules? People have become gloomy." Smoothing out the wrinkles on Daniel's brow, "Have fun, man! Look, our plan is going well! We should celebrate, how about a case of beer?"

"You really wanted to kill people, didn't you?" Daniel asked suddenly, "Whether it's old Batty or Pettigrew, you wanted to kill them all, didn't you?"

"……No."

"You have."

"How did you know?"

"Guessed."

"Oh..." Sirius fell silent, and once again there was that faint sneering look that 'only appeared when facing Slytherin', "When people are angry, they always think It's normal to kill people who make you angry..."

He said slowly, with mixed emotions in his gray eyes, "It's just that people always have to look forward, and sometimes it's not impossible to restrain yourself for the sake of your family and friends."

Daniel didn't speak.

Sirius hesitated for a moment, seemed a little embarrassed, and after a while, he mustered up the courage to say: "Daniel, look...there are only two of us left in the Black family...Uncle Alphard has always treated me very well...I I mean...I want to say, you are like my own brother, just like Rael...that...I will take care of you..."

To be honest, for a moment, Daniel was really moved.

However, early the next morning.

When Daniel was overwhelmed by 'St. Mungo's list of treatment costs, the Ministry of Magic' Misuse of Muggle Artifacts' fines, the Department of Magical Enforcement's 'interference with law enforcement' fines, and a bunch of letters from reporters'...

"What do you think of me sending Sirius back to Azkaban now?" he said to Kreacher, the house-elf of the Black family.

Kreacher looked at him with a serious expression, "Master, if you tell me..."

"Don't be so serious, you're just joking, Kreacher." Daniel explained dumbfoundingly.

Kreacher immediately opened his eyes wide in displeasure, "How can Master joke with Kreacher? Kreacher will follow Master's orders seriously and never joke."

"I'll allow you to joke, it's okay!" Daniel thought he was completely bored, but occasionally he really thought it was fun to tease this hard-working, loyal house-elf to death for the Black family.

He thought for a while, then took out a leftover medal from his pocket, waved his wand, and changed the writing on it from 'Contribute to the Wizarding World' to 'Contribute to the Black Family'.

Then, he handed it to Kreacher, "This is for you."

"Master gave Kreacher a medal!" Kreacher's eyes widened excitedly, "Kreacher also has a medal! Master praised Kreacher for his contribution to the Black family!"

"You deserve it, Kreacher." Daniel said gently.

Although he still doesn't trust the house elf very much, he is still willing to give this elf who is loyal to the Black family a little simple kindness.

"Ahem!" A cough broke the gaze of one person and one elf. Sirius rubbed his messy black hair and walked down the stairs.

He looked at the scene in front of him with nostalgia, and said softly involuntarily, "Sorry to bother you. It's just... I think of Rael... Regulus, he used to... treat Kreacher like this all the time. good……"

The author has something to say: Actually, I want to call this chapter 'Regulus Living in the Lines'.