Yan Bai of HP

The blue sky is as clear as autumn water, like a transparent emerald lake turning upside down and covering the zenith. Harry is wearing a white shirt and walking leisurely on the street. He has a delicate face, a slightly thin figure, and calm green eyes. It attracts the attention of passers-by.Without the company of his reluctant lovers, Harry walked straight to Sirius' residence. The streets of London still carry a simple and elegant atmosphere, like an old photo, even though the colors are not bright, there is a kind of precipitation from time.

No. 12, Grimmauld Place, this is the address of Sirius' home. Walking through the grassy square, the houses around the street became dark, and even the windows looked very gloomy. Harry waved his wand lightly, and at NO.11 Between Building No. 13, a tattered wooden door popped out suddenly, and a building squeezed the houses on both sides, and appeared in front of Harry.

The door opened automatically, and closed slowly after Harry lifted his foot into the room.Passing through a small corridor, the old-fashioned gas lamp on the wall shines on the slightly old carpet, casting a strange shadow. After entering the hall, the sight suddenly opens up. The fireplace decorated with retro patterns flickers warmly. Although there are old colors formed by long-term non-use, its original value can still be seen, and the surrounding decorations also show a connotation that can only be precipitated by a long-standing family.On the upward landing, a large curtain screened the wall.

"Who are you?! You filthy person, you actually broke into the house of the Black family just like that." A piercing voice sounded, and a greasy house-elf wrinkled his face like an orange peel and bent over Walking down from the second floor, he glared fiercely at the boy in the living room.

"Shut up, Kreacher!" Sirius snarled and quickly walked in through the doorway on the left of the living room, "Haven't you figured out who the owner of this house is?!"

A trace of disgust flashed in Kreacher's big eyes, and he bent down respectfully, but he muttered in bits and pieces, "The prodigal son of the Black family, a traitor, a beast, always stays with dirty bastards, my poor old master , she will be very sad."

Harry frowned slightly. Even though he already knew the personality of this house elf, it was still unacceptable for him to speak harshly and viciously when he really came into contact with it.

"Kreacher! Go to the kitchen!" snapped Sirius, with an involuntary look of sadness in his eyes when the house-elf mentioned his mother.

Kreacher arched his back, shuffled his feet, and walked slowly towards the kitchen, still mumbling incessantly.Harry raised his head and looked at his godfather, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. The black-haired man had regained his handsome face, and his every move was unrestrained, but he still carried the etiquette standards unique to the nobility, and his eyes were the same color as Snape's. The dazzling sunshine also hides a trace of vicissitudes and melancholy that are not easy to detect.After going through all kinds of ups and downs, this man has become a little more calm and rational. Even though he is still showing off his sunshine, he is no longer the original young and frivolous big foot.

Sirius looked down at his godson, with a bright smile on his face, and picked up the boy, "Hi, Harry, long time no see, godfather misses you so much, your room has been tidied up, can you help me?" Stay with the godfather for a few more days."

Harry supported the man's arm, with a smile on his face, "Let me stay a few more days, godfather, are you done with your work?"

The smile on Sirius' face froze, and then he smiled heartily, "Those things are more important than my godson, don't worry, the godfather must have plenty of time to play with you!" Thinking of the mess of the Black family, Sirius There was a feeling of madness. At first he thought that sister Narcissa would come to help him, but the beautiful lady smiled gracefully and said, "I am now recognized by the Malfoy family, and you should handle the affairs of the family by yourself." Do it." One sentence sent him away.

Harry chuckled inwardly, looked at the black shadow under Sirius' eyes, and frowned slightly, "Does Godfather still think I'm the kind of kid who wants you to play with me?"

Sirius laughed dryly, put down the boy in his arms, looked at the godson's exquisite eyebrows, the man's smile restrained, his expression hesitated to speak.

"Harry... Dumbledore was here a few days ago."

Harry's heart skipped a beat, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and he asked calmly, "What does the principal want from you?"

Sirius pursed his lips, "He talked to me about your two...uh, lovers."

Harry frowned slightly, looked at the spacious hall, always felt that such a spacious place is not suitable for talking about too sensitive topics, "Godfather, let's go to the study."

Sirius nodded, took Harry upstairs, pushed open the wooden door of the study, the man's face froze, he immediately turned around to block Harry's sight and said dryly, "Let's go to my bedroom, it should be the safest place. "

However, Harry could already see the chaos in the room from the gap next to it. There was basically no place to stay on the floor. Parchment and thick leather books stretched from the desk to every corner of the room. The wastebasket was full, and the bookshelf Next to it was a puddle of ink.

It was amazing to be able to make a room like this, and Harry felt that he admired his godfather so much.

Sirius covered his face with one hand, quickly walked into the room and waved his wand, books were flying all over the sky. After a few minutes, the man put down his sore arm and smiled at the boy at the door.

Harry looked at the ceiling-reaching pile of documents on the desk behind Sirius, and a piece of parchment left under his feet, and couldn't help grinning. It seemed that his godfather was really not good at handling family affairs.

Facing the obviously smiling eyes of his godson, Sirius rubbed his nose awkwardly, stretched out his hand and led Harry to sit down beside the sofa, and said with a slightly serious face, "It should be two days ago that Dumbledore found this place and brought him with him." Two property records that originally belonged to the Black family came. When the Death Eaters were disintegrated, many properties in the Black family were divided and occupied by other forces during the time I was in Azkaban. Dumbledore said this The two properties were divided under the influence of the Order of the Phoenix, and now that my innocence has been proven, they should be returned to me."

"And then?" Harry had no objection to Dumbledore's behavior of buying people's hearts. "Why does the matter of the Black family involve Snape and Lucius again?"

A trace of complexity flashed in Sirius' eyes. Ever since he heard Wormtail's words, he had planted seeds of doubt in his heart towards the beloved old man, even though he told himself over and over again that Dumbledore would not do such a thing to James and his wife. It was too much, but the old man's meaningful and tentative words still gave him a chill.

"Dumbledore believes that the turmoil in the wizarding world during this period is not just a force of the Mysterious Man. He suspects snot... Well, Snape and Malfoy." Under the dissatisfied eyes of his godson, Sirius changed his attitude toward Snape. Pu's name.

Harry pondered for a moment, and Dumbledore was not surprised when he noticed the movements of Lucius and his godfather, but was the old man a little too impatient to test his godfather so soon, or did he think it was too much? Sirius will absolutely support him for a long time, isn't Dumbledore too confident.However, this also shows how successful Lucius and his actions have been during this period of time, making the wily Dumbledore abandon his original plan and speed up his pace.

"Harry, Headmaster... I mean, Dumbledore, he really..." Sirius didn't know what words to use to describe the old man he loved so much. "Maybe he did have his reasons, Harry, we can't suspect Dumbledore based on guesswork, you don't know how many innocent people the Order of the Phoenix protected back then." He still didn't believe that the headmaster would deliberately let Lily and James die .

Harry glanced at Sirius lightly, "For some people, Dumbledore may be the greatest savior, but, Godfather, you must understand that there are not a few people who died for Dumbledore's great goal."

The man froze and didn't say anything, but there was still a trace of hesitation in his eyes. Harry knew that even if Sirius had a little doubt about Dumbledore, he still respected him more. Perhaps Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, , the influence of the greatest white wizards on the people of their time was too great.

"Godfather, I don't deny Dumbledore's contribution to the wizarding world, but he shouldn't sacrifice my parents for any reason, especially without my parents' knowledge." Harry looked at Sirius seriously, If Dumbledore had explained everything and given Lily and James a chance to choose, maybe everything would have been different.

Of course, as a leader, he needs to do whatever he can to achieve his goals. He actually has no opinion on Dumbledore's actions, if he is not involved.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore," Harry shrugged. "Can you make some Chinese food tonight? Seaver said he has already sent the recipe."

Sirius' face froze, "Eh, that's right, he did send it." The man tugged at his cuff guiltily, the parchment, oh, I hope he didn't throw it into the fireplace as waste paper.

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In the dark and damp corner, there are iron chains and railings everywhere. People are huddled in the corner of the prison like dead skeletons. At the corner, the cloak exuding the smell of decay slowly floats in, and the sound of footsteps approaches slowly. People in the prison began to tremble unconsciously.

From the cloak came a shimmering hand, grey, thin, and scabbed, as if something had died and soaked in water to rot, and the hand rested quietly on the iron bars of the prison, and the cloak groaned. There was a deep gasp, as if an invisible mist enveloped the people in the prison, and then, the little happiness that was left in people's memory, all became the dementor's delicacy.

"After so many years, Azkaban still hasn't changed much." A deep male voice suddenly sounded in the aisle.

"Yes, my master." A submissive voice echoed.

"Have all my servants come out?" The handsome and domineering man casually flicked the wand in his hand.

"Don't worry, master, the dementors can't wait to come under the control of the Ministry of Magic. The leader of the dementors is very satisfied with this deal. All of our people have been sent out of Azkaban." Crouching at the feet of the Dark Lord said the Death Eater respectfully.

"Very good." In the shadow, the corner of the man's mouth curled into an elegant and cruel smile, "Now, there are so many fewer people in the prison, our allies must not be full, it's time to let them go out for a meal , you say, don't you? My faithful Chika, Eaton"

"Yes, very correct." Patriarch Eaton tried hard to control the expression on his face, not daring to show his fear.

There was a suffocating silence, and the man laughed lightly, "Don't be so nervous, you have sent my things to your son, right?"

"Of course, the Eaton family will do their best to serve you."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, "Very well, I will give you enough rewards." He raised his head and looked around the dark, dank prison that exudes the breath of death again. The obsessed and heartbroken emerald green eyes disappeared in place with a wave of his hand.

After a while, the man crawling on the ground stood up tremblingly, his sharp nails dug into the palm of his hand, the expression on his face was complicated and unpredictable, and the bone-like palm of the dementor exuding the rotten smell passed through the iron railing behind him. Grabbing a half-dead prisoner, Eaton turned a deaf ear to the miserable and desperate wailing around him, hesitated for a moment with stiff fingers, took out a pocket watch-shaped portkey from his pocket, and left this purgatory in an instant.