[HP] Dark Godfather

The fourth school year of Hogwarts came in the hope that Harry counted on his fingers.

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After the end of the third school year, Harry Potter solidly received a week of the most rigorous communication training for noble families.

In the next two weeks, under the careful arrangement of the godfather Sirius, he participated in a series of traditional or fashionable social activities such as private tea parties, birthday parties, afternoon tea parties, etc., and got to know Xiaojiabiyu, Ladies-to-be, socialites, dames — so those two weeks are golden boy date weeks.

In the following week, Sirius took him to visit various estates and properties of the Black family, and taught him how to deal with some simple matters.

"14 years old, Harry, in addition to having a beautiful girlfriend, you have to learn to run the family business, even if you are not proficient, you have to understand the statements... It's shameful to sit on the mountain, Harry, your parents piled up in Guling Jin Jialong in the pavilion will not give birth to his own son."

Harry Potter, after a week of dazed learning, was pretty sure he had no talent for it.

The boy stubbornly wanted to give Sirius the key to Potter's Gringotts. Under the disapproving eyes of the godfather, Harry begged the godfather in a girlish tone to manage the Gringotts key of the Potter's house for him before he became an adult.

"Godfather, please take pity on little Harry's miserable childhood, you won't let my few remaining teenage years be buried by these reports!"

What else could old Blake say?He had no choice but to "reluctantly" do it for him.

"You're going to tire your old godfather to death, Harry Potter, brat, you've learned to act like a spoiled child! You dare to talk to me in a girlish tone again, and I'll let you go to Hogwarts in a skirt... ..."

The good-looking Sirius who got cheap, shed crocodile tears very aggrieved in front of his godson.

The following week, Harry was so happy and miserable that Sirius took him to watch the Quidditch World Cup.

In terms of enjoyment, Blake has never wronged himself. They bought a few very good places. At the same time, Sirius also invited Weasley and the Granger family. It happened - someone attacked the camp where the watching wizards were staying and unleashed a Dark Mark in the sky.

It was the first time for Harry Potter to see the Dark Mark. When he was still in a daze, Sirius grabbed the boy and dragged him to hide behind a broken tent.

There were flames, smoke, and horrible screams all around, as someone yelled, "Take that boy and offer him up to his master!"

With those shouts, the scar on Harry's forehead began to ache again, and Sirius hugged Harry tightly and buried his head in his arms, "Don't be afraid, Harry, old Black is here, you don't need anything Worry! Dare to provoke me, Sirius, those Death Eaters are looking for death!"

"Ron, Hermione!" Harry groaned, "I've got to inform them!"

"You look like this, who else can you tell?"

"No, Sirius, Hermione's family are all Muggles, if Death Eaters...."

"Okay, then let's go together!" Black firmly grasped the boy's hand, "hold my hand tightly and don't let go."

Blake led Harry quickly through the camp, nimbly dodging the flying spells around, and from time to time fought back some attacks from unknown directions.

Except for running around with the godfather, Harry had no time to react. The boy was surprised to find that the godfather had more energy than the child. When Harry was out of breath, Sirius could still laugh and be flexible. While dodging, he cast a spell while holding his godson in his hand.

Harry heard his godfather yelling arrogantly, "Taste the power of old Black, you despicable reptiles!" Then there was a series of explosions, screams, and roars intertwined.

"Sirius, the damage you caused is greater than those Death Eaters!" A strange voice came.

"Old Crouch? You're here too. Let's see how your Ministry of Magic spends taxpayers' money. Hmph, you still owe me Auror's salary." Sirius was always pissed off when he spoke.

"Hmph!" Old Crouch let out a cold snort from his nose.

"Harry!" Harry heard Ron's voice.

"Ron, where's Hermione?"

"We're all in this together, no one was hurt, are you all right, Harry, I heard those terrorists looking for you?"

"With old Black, can something happen?" Sirius yelled.

"Okay, you're all fine, go back quickly, don't interfere with our Aoruo work!" Old Crouch drove them away irritably.

In this way, this holiday season, including the Quidditch World Cup incident, Harry Potter only felt that everything was messed up.

"Is the pace of wizarding life too fast? Or am I used to the peaceful life of Muggles?" Harry was confused.

So, when he returned to his aunt's house for the last week, Harry suddenly found peace to be a blessing.

Before that, Harry had never imagined that he would be so eager to go back to his aunt's house, and even Uncle Vernon's chubby, oily face looked so kind.

Although Sirius regretted not being able to accompany him this last week because of his busy schedule, Harry actually felt relieved, for which Harry cursed himself in his heart, "It's too bad of me to be happy because Sirius is so busy! "

The Dursley family has deeply realized the horror of wizards since they received Sirius for a week. What is even more frightening is that the wizard is also very prominent in the world of normal people. They didn't even talk to Harry, although they used to do this before, but now it's more thorough, they don't even talk to Harry, as if there is no one in the family.Harry Potter was very happy about this, because the last thing he desperately needed was cleanliness.

In the last week before school, Harry spent half of the time catching up on sleep, and another half of the time preparing textbooks.

Harry Potter had never felt so hungry for power since the events of the Department of Mysteries and the Quidditch World Cup, and the feeling of being powerless knowing that his loved ones and friends were in danger was too bad.

Harry Potter is often awakened by a nightmare, that is, after Sirius poured into a gloomy curtain in front of him, he was so distraught at that time, if it wasn't for Remus hugging him tightly behind him, Harry almost rushed past.

Harry is skeptical about the wizard's premonition now, but the boy still remembers the words that Professor Snape ridiculed him in the Ministry of Magic at that time. He didn't want to really reach a certain point when he had no better way to save his relatives than suicide. , so the best way is to become stronger yourself.

"If I am really Voldemort's nemesis, then I must have the corresponding strength, instead of relying on the sacrifices of relatives!" Harry Potter touched the scar on his head, and once again devoted himself deeply to magic learning and practice .

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Sirius Black looked at his new office and dormitory with satisfaction, turned to Dumbledore behind him and said, "Can I arrange it myself, Principal Dumbledore?"

"As you like, Sirius, but I hope you don't give Hogwarts Castle some permanent memorial!" The old headmaster blinked narrowly.

Sirius showed a regretful expression, smacked his lips, "Okay, I'll try my best!"

Dumbledore looked at Sirius Black, who was circling around restlessly, with a gentle smile in his blue eyes.

"Sirius, I'm glad you still retain the enthusiasm of your student days..." the old headmaster sighed, "Seeing you, Remus, and Severus, I seem to have returned to the time when you were students. "

"I don't want to go back to my student days, Headmaster Dumbledore, you know Professor McGonagall was always holding on to me and James, and we lost half of the gems in Gryffindor every semester. Being nagged to death by Remus, alas, the past is too painful to look back on!" Black made an exaggerated gesture of wiping sweat, which caused the old headmaster to smile cheerfully.

"I'm going to give Harry a surprise!" Black pretended to be mysterious and said in the ear of the old headmaster, "I told him that I was too busy to send him to school, but I didn't tell him that I was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this semester, hehe , I look forward to seeing his expression when school starts."

The old principal squinted his eyes and nodded, "I'm looking forward to it too!"

"By the way..." Black slipped to the window again at some point, stretched out most of his body and looked down, "Principal Dumbledore, right below me is the snot, oh no, it's Professor Snape's cellar ?"

"Oh, yes, what's the problem? Sirius?" Dumbledore also came over, leaned most of his body out of the window, and looked down with Sirius.

"No problem!" Sirius turned his head and said to the principal with a hearty smile, "I have absolutely no problem, but I don't know if Professor Snape feels disturbed?"

"Oh, I don't think so, Severus usually doesn't come until the first day of school, you just have to arrange this place before he comes." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"Great, then I'm relieved!" Black turned his head to look under the window sill again, with a mischievous smile on his face.

Dumbledore continued to look out the window happily with him, and after a while, Sirius heard Dumbledore say, "After that incident happened 13 years ago, Severus was depressed for a long time, Sirius, Snape He is a poor child, although he has been lost, but it is undeniable that he is not a bad person."

The corner of Black's mouth curled up, "Don't worry, Principal Dumbledore, I'm no longer a child, and I will never cause trouble for you..." At this point, Black saw Dumbledore turn his head and continue to look at him expectantly. I had no choice but to add honestly, "Of course I will try my best not to provoke Snape!"

The old headmaster nodded, suddenly stretched out his little finger, Nunuzui signaled to pull the hook, "You promise, Sirius?"

Sirius Black was sweating profusely. He stretched out his little finger awkwardly, hooked the old headmaster, said "I promise" like a mosquito bite, and rubbed his hands behind his back vigorously. stop.

The old headmaster put down his hand in satisfaction, nodded, waved his hand, and walked out of the room contentedly, leaving Sirius Black looking at his hand with a tangled expression and spitting endlessly.