When the savior is no longer the savior

This fact always feels strange...

Harry shook his head, shaking the weird feeling out of his mind, then pointed to the sofa in the living room, and said to Snape, "Professor, I'll rest there for the night and leave tomorrow morning, is that okay?"

Snape's eyes fell on the old sofa in the living room, and he seemed to be pondering, and then said: "I think the excellent Mr. Ravens got an 'O' in Transfiguration?"

"Uh..." Harry turned his head twice before he understood Snape's meaning, "Of course, it's an 'O'."

As he spoke, he naturally drew out his spare wand and cast a Transfiguration Charm on the old sofa in the living room, turning it into a four-poster bed with red and gold draping (although Harry thought it was completely unnecessary, the sofa Enough to hold his body) - like in the Gryffindor dormitory.

Snape was obviously dissatisfied, but it was just dissatisfaction. After he glanced at the dazzling color, he turned his attention to the wand in Harry's hand: "It has the same origin as the Hand of Glory, huh?"

Harry blushed. Realizing that it was not good, he stammered, "This, this, I got it by accident..."

Snape murmured something vaguely, as if cursing - look at the way he gritted his teeth.But then, he just frowned and said to Harry, "Go and rest."

Never thought it would be so easy to pass the level, Harry stepped forward foolishly, and got into the golden-red curtain with one command and one movement.

The quietly hanging curtain moved like a wave, and suddenly a small head popped out from the middle.

"What's the matter?" Snape asked, who hadn't gone upstairs yet.

"Well, Professor," Harry hesitated, but he finally said to Snape, "good night, have a good dream."

Snape was silent.

Looking at Snape's expression, Harry felt that he...had he said the wrong thing?But before he could figure it out, Snape gritted his teeth and said, "Mind yourself, Mr. Ravens!"

He stormed back to the bedroom.

The light in the living room has been turned off, and in the darkness, lying on the soft quilt of the bed, Harry heard the slight creak of the wind blowing through the window, the small sound of running water through the thin slit of the window, and the extremely faint sound of thud— — Is it fireworks, or the sound of a salute?

Harry thought dazedly, surrounded by gold and red, he fell asleep peacefully.

At the same time, El, who was far away in Godric's Hollow, also went to bed.

This is a completely Gryffindor bedroom: enthusiastic warm colors are everywhere, a large desk is placed near the window, behind the desk is a bed against the wall, next to the bed, and even on the wall next to the wardrobe are stickers. There are large posters of Quidditch players-in the starlight coming in from the large windows, they are either blinking around, or flying back and forth on broomsticks, chasing snitches.

However, these could not calm the upset Yi Er at all.

He folded his hands behind his head, crossed his legs, and fixed his eyes on the white ceiling, thinking about what happened a few hours ago.

This seems to be a merry Christmas that is not much different from before.

As the hostess of a family, Lily drove James and Il out of the kitchen at five o'clock in the evening, and happily got busy alone.

James and El sat in the living room.

James looked forward to chatting with El about life at Hogwarts: "Honey, how's your first term?"

"It's okay." Er said a little annoyed.

James didn't take it seriously: "You wrote a letter last time saying that you made a good friend, and you mentioned that the other party is an orphan, and you want him to spend Christmas with us, don't you?"

"I didn't feel very well afterwards." Yi Er replied bluntly.

James shrugged. "Well, it depends on you, kid. What, your friend's name...?"

"It's Harry, Harry Ravens." Earl raised his voice slightly, and he found that the one he was thinking of might bother him, but once he realized that James didn't care about his friend——OK Well, likely brother—he was irritated again.

"Il, are you in a bad mood today?" James was a little confused.

Yi Er pursed his lips and remained silent.

James thought about it and changed the subject: "How do you plan to spend Christmas? Let's go on a trip, shall we? Last time your mother said that she wanted to go to Germany."

"Not enough time?" Il said.

"That's nothing," James said. "You haven't had class yet, we can ask for leave."

"Then you can arrange it." Yi Er was not in high spirits, he only had one thing on his mind at the moment.

"Then it's settled. We can go to Swan Castle, the Roman Forum, and the cathedral." James laughed.

Il couldn't help stabbing: "I think you and Lily should go for a walk on the romantic road (James laughs)."

El's expression was a little loose, he looked at James, and felt that their relationship was really good even now.He still couldn't help it, and said, "James, can I ask a question?"

"You've been meaning to ask." James smiled. "Of course, you can ask me anything, baby."

Earl hesitated.He began to wonder uncontrollably what would he do if James answered yes?It never occurred to him at all—he never considered that his father might betray his mother...

His family is so perfect...

But there is no second Potter in the wizarding world... Maybe Harry is a child of a branch of the Potter family?But Potter's family tree has no relatives close to his father's age at all... Ordinary Muggles awakened to magical blood?Then why does he have to be close to himself?He is amazingly nice to himself... and his name, he changed it on purpose, although I don't know how he changed it, but it must be for this ulterior purpose... I really don't know him Why not find him directly, is it because he is worried that James will refuse to admit him or abandon him again? ...

Abandon him again!Yi Er's heart ached heavily at the thought of this possibility.He seemed to be on a cliff, with an abyss in front of him and a steep and difficult back. No matter whether he was advancing or retreating, he seemed to have nowhere to go.

Ha, he thought they were going to be brothers, maybe they were already brothers!

Il thought sarcastically, and he squeezed out a sentence: "Jaime, do I... have a brother?"

He wished inwardly, wishing that James would be angry or laugh and call him "fantastic".

Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to get along with his parents...and Harry.

Yes, and Harry.

But his father was shocked:

"Honey, how do you know!?"

sirius and boggart

"……what?"

"Il, to be honest, you actually..." James' face was heavy, he hesitated to speak.

Earl's mind went blank.He heard his heart beating in his chest, he felt all the blood in his body pouring into his mind, he opened his mouth, panting like a drowning person, but he still felt shrouded in waves of dizziness.He said: "What did you say? . . . How dare you! Lily and I love you so much and believe in you so much, I never thought—never thought . . . "

James finally felt that something was wrong. He put away the heavy expression on his face and frowned with doubts: "Baby, what's wrong with you? Hey, didn't you notice? It's just a—" He didn't finish his sentence.

"Enough!" Il shouted sharply. He stood up abruptly, glared at James angrily, then kicked away the coffee table between the two of them, ran to the room on the second floor, and finally , It was a door slamming with a "bang" that even shook the house.

James was dumbfounded.

Lily, who was preparing food in the kitchen, was also taken aback. She poked her head out with a stern expression, "What are you doing? Today is Christmas! James!"

"I didn't do anything, my dear." James was very wronged.

"Then what's going on with El?" Lily asked suspiciously.

"Who knows? Rebellious period?" James shrugged.

"Il is only 11 years old," Lily said dissatisfiedly, "What were you talking about just now?"

James, who was still puzzled until now, heard Lily's question, and replied, "Just now Il asked me if he still has a brother, and when I answered him yes, he slammed the door angrily."

"Il has another brother? Why didn't I know?" Lily thought.

James really couldn't laugh or cry this time: "Oh, dear, don't you know if Il has brothers? That's obviously a joke-didn't you ask your parents when you were a child how you came here? Did your parents Didn't they answer that they were 'brought from the orphanage' or 'picked up from the garbage dump'?"

"No," Lily said. "They told me I was sent by Santa Claus, but that was when I was four years old, and I didn't think about my birthday at all."

"So honey," James concluded with a bitter face, "I never thought that El would still believe such a lie that can only deceive children."

Lily hesitated a bit, she said, "Shall I go up and have a look?"

"Better ask him what the hell is going on," James added.

Lily took off her apron and walked upstairs, her graceful figure quickly disappeared around the corner.

James sat back on the soft sofa and casually flipped through the newly arrived "Daily Prophet" that he hadn't had time to read yet.He had just seen the bold title "Order No. 18 Concerning the Ministry of Magic" when he heard footsteps coming from behind.

"Honey, what the hell is El up to?" James didn't look up.

"I didn't ask," replied Lily who came down again, "but Il showed a look of being very angry at you and sorry for me."

"What the hell does he mean...?" James looked up, a little confused, "Or did something bad at school?"

"Compared to the possibility you mentioned, I have some other ideas." Lily said.

"What idea?" James asked.

Lily pondered: "Did you do something to apologize to me? During these years. For example, you had a child outside."

"..." James, "my dear..."

Lily shrugged: "All of Ill's abnormal behaviors point to this possibility."

James resorted to his trump card: "The key to the vault at home, and my salary card are always with you, my dear, I have the will but I can't do it, you have to understand!"

"Weakness?" Lily repeated.

"Oh—" James sighed, "Lily, my love for you will never change! I thought you knew this when you were in school, otherwise why would I have to dislike Snape?"

"Are you reminding me of your stupidity back then?" Lily raised her eyebrows.

"Honey, if it's for you." James said with a playful smile.

Lily finally laughed.She said, "I'll go ahead and make dinner, James, and you'll have to make up with Il before dinner anyway, and it's Christmas!"

she warned, turning back to the kitchen, ignoring the wailing of her husband behind her.

Just at this time, the flames of the fireplace suddenly turned green, and the black-haired man walked out of the fireplace, patted on the shoulder: "Merry Christmas, prongs."

"Padfoot!" James breathed a sigh of relief when he turned his head and saw the person coming, "You came just in time, it's so touching!"

"Just in time?" Sirius raised his eyebrows, "I don't think dinner is served yet?"

"Of course it wasn't that—it was El," James said. "Oh, by the way, Merry Christmas."

"Il baby?" Sirius asked with a guilty cough, "What's wrong with Il? I mean, could it be..." You found the Marauder's Map?

"El doesn't know what's wrong, you go up and see him?" James said.

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief, but was a little puzzled: "He got into trouble with you, at Christmas?"

"Yes, yes, go up and have a look, Lily has given an ultimatum." James said annoyed.

Sirius laughed at the other party unceremoniously: "You really can't do anything about her."

"I'd love to." James snorted.

At this time, Lily in the kitchen heard voices from outside, leaned out and said, "Merry Christmas, Sirius. Just wait, it will be fine soon."

"Merry Christmas, Lily." Sirius said, walking upstairs, "Don't worry, I'm with James."

While speaking, he knocked on the sky-blue wooden door in the corner of the second floor: "Il? Open the door, I'm coming."

It was quiet inside the door.

Sirius frowned, and knocked again: "Il? Open the door first, today is Christmas."

The door opened.Il's hair was disheveled, and there were not so obvious indentations on his face. With a sullen face, he forced a smile to Sirius: "Godfather, you're here."

"Won't you let me in?" Sirius said.

"No, I mean of course—of course, come in." Il stepped aside.

The door closed again.

Sirius's smile suddenly became lazy and frivolous: "Il, how about the Marauder's Map? It took a lot of work when the four of us made it - does it still work?"

"It's very useful." Il showed a little smile, but soon, the incident associated with the Marauder's Map made the little smile on his face disappear again, "Godfather, I want to ask a question .”

"What's the problem?" Sirius asked.

"On the Marauder's Map, if two names appear on one point..."

"Two names appear in one dot?" Sirius interrupted Il, "What's going on?"

"It's just a green dot next to a letter representing a name, and there are brackets behind the letter, and there is another name in the brackets that is different from the previous one... Godfather," Il asked anxiously, "Is there something wrong with the Marauder's Map?" ?”

"I think this just proves that there is nothing wrong with it." Sirius pondered, "I think, there is another name besides one name? This probably means that these two names are recognized by magic."

"Why?" El asked with pain and despair.

Sirius didn't notice that he was thinking about the question that El said just now: "Could it be that there are two souls in one body? El, is there anything abnormal about that person?"

"He's normal! He's—" Il growled, barely stopped, and didn't finish speaking.

Sirius gave Il a strange look: "Okay—then maybe it's caused by some special magic problems. Magic has always been so mysterious."

Yi Er was silent for a while: "I want to ask, is it possible for a student to conceal his real name..."

"So substituting another name for his real name?" Sirius went on, and then he laughed dumbfounded, "El, I don't know where you got such a whimsical idea, but I have to say, first of all, Huo Gewarts itself has a quill that contains all the names of newborns - no magic can hide the wisdom of the founder of Hogwarts. Secondly, there is more magic in our names than you and I think, replace the name And trying to hide magic items? That's much harder than making something like the Marauder's Map. So a student?" He smiled contemptuously, "Even James and I can't help it, Il."

"Even if it's you, there's nothing you can do?" Il repeated.So that's not what he did?Maybe it's just like what he said...he doesn't know his own life experience?And he approached me and treated me well just because he thought I was kind?After all, there is always a feeling between brothers, isn't it (but why did I only find him annoying at first...)?No no, now is not the time to think about this, Yi Er dispelled all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts in his mind a little bored.

The point now was that at least Harry wasn't approaching him for some ulterior motive.

He let out a long breath, only to feel that the big rock in his heart had finally landed halfway, and it was no longer so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

He made up his mind:

"Sirius, I want to tell you..."

After a snowy Christmas Eve, the weather cleared up for the first time in a long time.

It was 08:30 when Snape woke up from the bed.

The bright sunlight comes in from the transparent glass, giving this cold and desolate bedroom a rare warmth.

Snape straightened up from the dark green bed cover, frowned to drive away the last bit of sleepiness in his mind, then grabbed his coat and went to the bathroom to freshen up briefly.

Exactly eight forty.

Fully dressed, Snape came downstairs, and was not surprised to find that the kid had left, and the sofa that had been turned into a small bed had returned to its original state, standing there alone as if he didn't know what to do.

The apparently small but cold room is really annoying.

Snape walked towards the kitchen, but found a note when he passed the dining table near the kitchen: Dear Professor Snape (Snape gave a light snort): Thank you for taking me in last night, breakfast is ready in the kitchen , I ate some too, hope you don't mind.

your

MR

Snape picked up this succinct note, his eyes fell on the inscription at the bottom, the last stroke of the letter 'R' - it really seemed to be an extra stroke added at the end... No, it was originally It should have been added last, shouldn't it?

He looked away, crumpled up the note and threw it into the trash can.I don't want to believe that at that moment just now, I miss those greeting cards and letters signed by HP in the past.

……

Those greeting cards that arrive on time, letters that tell your heart, that 'HP', will never be there again.

The rest of the holiday season after Christmas was lackluster for Harry.

According to his established arrangement, on the first day after Christmas Eve, he found a place that paid well and included food and accommodation to continue working. On the way, he received a Christmas present from Draco with an owl, a Beautiful imitation gem brooches (Harry felt that Draco really bothered, after all, as a Malfoy, it was really easy to find, looking for imitation...); and Hermione's large box of sugar-free candy, and Ron's Fudge, and even some presents from Slytherin classmates, named or not, but apparently none from Ill.

Harry was quite disappointed, but felt that he expected it, so he didn't mention it, and only returned some Christmas presents from his fellow Slytherins—as for Ildraco, and even Hermione Ron's, he had already prepared them. OK and sent it.

Time flowed like running water. During the short vacation, while working, Harry took time to visit Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley a few times, using the Galleons he earned to trade for some interesting gadgets or useful things. Magic books, finally, when he was finally freed from the heavy work, the day of returning to school had quietly arrived.

"How was your holiday, Harry?" On the Hogwarts train, it didn't take long for Draco to find Harry sitting on the back of the train.

"That's it." Harry yawned and said sleepily.

"Thank you for the Christmas present," Draco said, before asking curiously, "Where did you get it? That thing - well, it's special."

Harry smiled a little weirdly: "That's, um, the trophy." He shrugged, "You know, Knockturn Alley."

Draco's face showed unstoppable envy: "Are you alone?"

Harry nodded affirmatively, and immediately said: "Draco, I can accompany you if you want to go, but if you are alone—"

"You went all by yourself." Draco muttered dissatisfied.

Just at this moment, the sliding door of the compartment was opened, and a head poked in: "Is there—" He didn't finish his sentence.

Draco turned around, raised his eyebrows, and smiled slowly, "Let's see—aha, a Potter?"

"So what's the matter with Mr. Potter? As you can see, there are people here," Draco said.

Harry also stood up at this time, he deliberately ignored Draco, only looked at the boy standing outside, and sincerely invited: "Il, come in and sit down? I think we—"

"No!" Il interrupted Harry quickly, "I'm sorry about the previous incident, but I don't think we're fine...I mean, after another paragraph." His expression was a little complicated, " In a while, we might be able to talk. Then since there are people here, I'll go first, Malfoy..." He hesitated, but turned and left without calling Harry's name.

Draco pouted, with a gloating smirk on his face: "What the hell is he doing here?"

Harry said nothing.He sat down again, stretched out his hands to rub the center of his brows, and moved past the topic: "Draco, do you know who our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is for the new semester?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Draco followed Harry and changed the subject, "Who knows? It is said that he is a member of an ancient family. This makes me look forward to it."

The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher does come from an old pure-blood family.

This was confirmed in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the new term.

"Sirius." The newly appointed professor leaned on the podium, with black hair and gray eyes, and an unusually handsome appearance.He lazily waved the thirteen-inch wand in his hand, looked at the students below with a half-smile, with a hint of aristocratic arrogance between his brows, "Siris Black, you are the professor of this semester, you can Just call me Sirius."

"Pure Black forever!" A low voice exclaimed in the Slytherin phalanx.

Harry and Draco, who were sitting at the head of the row, had strange expressions on their faces.Harry was surprised and excited, and of course grateful - yes, grateful - welling up from the bottom of his heart.He used to think that time could erase everything, but it turned out that whether it was the passage of time or the change of time and space, the scene of Sirius falling into the curtain like a stiff statue with a face full of surprise was an eternal nightmare in his heart.

This is his fault.

his fault.

And being able to see each other again, being able to face each other again...

Harry clenched his hands, lowered his head, and suppressed the lump in his throat with all his strength.

He should be happy, it's a great event worth spending a week and a month celebrating.

His godfather was still alive - they were all alive.

They are all still alive.

"Pure forever? Those idiots!" Draco's gnashing of teeth woke Harry up.

Harry turned his head suspiciously: "Draco?"

"Sires Black is the outlier of the Black family!" Draco said angrily, lowering his voice. "He was a stupid Gryffindor at school, and he made blatantly anti-family proclamations at home. My mother—she Also Blake - said his parents threatened to expel him on more than one occasion and failed to restrain his behavior a little bit."

Draco exhaled, but he couldn't take away the loathing and contempt in his tone: "I really don't know, what else is he afraid of in this world, can't the glory of the family that raised him move his heart? ?I bet he told us to call him Sirius because he didn't like the last name Blake!"

"Draco..." Harry tried to say something for his godfather, but at this time, Sirius had already started to prepare for class—and before that, he swept Harry and Draco's place a little, casually , as if carrying a warning.

"I already know what you guys learned last term, um—" he drawled, "I guess I have to admit, it was sleepy boring."

The students below laughed.

"And the professor before me," Sirius said, "seemed to have made some childish little mistakes, like bringing the troll into the castle and opening the cage when it should have been locked up next to the Forbidden Forest (I think this mistake may Not even trolls, he added)? So that he had to be terminated early without compensation? I bet he'll be in the papers, aha."

The students below roared with laughter.

Sirius waved his wand again, and the laughter that filled the entire classroom disappeared without a trace: "So let's get down to business, today's content is Boggart, an interesting gadget."

He said, "I need an assistant now..." His eyes turned around the classroom and fell on a chubby boy in Gryffindor, "You come up, what's your name?"

"Neville, Professor." Neville looked trembling.

"It's a simple thing," Sirius said. "Stand in front of that closet. When I open the closet, the Boggart inside will become your worst fear—what is your worst fear?"

"I, I think, it's Professor Snape." Neville stammered.

"Snape?" Sirius looked very surprised, as if hearing something incredible, "that—" he managed to swallow his school nickname back, "well, that greasy—oh, okay Well, speaking of it, what is so scary about him?"

Naviser flinched, looking bewildered.

Sirius thought for a while, and suggested maliciously: "The spell to break the Boggart's transformation is 'funny funny', which requires your willpower. You can think of some funny things first, such as——" He smiled, opened the closet with a wave of his wand, two curtains of long hair hung down, and Snape came out with a gloomy and indifferent expression, staring at Neville.

"—something funny, how about Snape in women's clothes?" Sirius' words were only now slowly falling.

Neville seemed petrified,

But Sirius didn't go forward to try to help. Instead, he walked down to the student, crossed his arms and reminded, "Funny, Neville, use your willpower."

Snape had already walked up to Neville threateningly.

When Neville finally raised his wand, he blushed and said loudly, "Fuck - funny funny!"

With a bang like a noise, Snape's black robe changed into a dark red dress, and on his greasy head he wore a lace hat, which was so big that it covered his eyes and only The long hooked nose was exposed.

The whole class, including Neville, roared with laughter.

Harry, who was originally excited to see Sirius again, was at a loss - he had been through this before, he had laughed and had fun like them, cursed and rejected Snape behind his back, but now, Now……

What's the difference.

——There are many differences.

Harry suddenly realized that he couldn't be happy about these things anymore, he didn't even just disagree, he seemed repulsed, bored...angry?

"Mr. Ravens." Sirius' voice suddenly rang in Harry's ear.

Harry was startled suddenly, and before he had time to react, he was pulled and pulled by Sirius who was standing beside him at some point, and pushed him in front of the Boggart.

"It's your turn." Sirius chased after him with a lazy voice.

What?Harry heard a crack like a whip behind him, and reflexively turned to look at the Boggart—and saw Sirius.

Sirius stared at him.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at him in surprise and disbelief, but there was still a smile on his face, a smug smile mixed with fear and surprise, and it was frozen into a weird look on that very handsome face.

Do not……

Sirius' body was bent backwards, in the shape of a graceful and taut bow, his wand was still gripped in one hand, and he was slowly falling backwards, as if he was joking with someone , as if he was about to jump up and laugh and say "fool" the next moment...

But he fell like that, fell.

no no……

Never came back.

Do not--

"Funny-funny-"

"Stop the curse!"

Snape's Protégé

The spell that leaped from the tip of Sirius' wand failed to hit Harry, and before that, Harry had calmed down - or fell into a deeper panic and swung his wand down hard.

It is silent armor protection.

Sirius' spell was thrown backwards, and Harry held up his wand, facing the Boggart, loudly, almost viciously: "Foo-funny!"

There was another "bang" sound, the Boggart was exploding, and before everyone had time to see it clearly, they ran back into the closet, hiding and unwilling to come out.

Harry didn't put his wand down.

His fingers holding the wand trembled slightly, and it took almost all of his strength to restrain himself from remaining calm, instead of making a "sharp strike" at the Boggart who tore open his shell and exposed all his cowardice and fear. No shadow" or "broken to pieces".

The classroom was quiet, and most of the small animals hadn't recovered from the accident just now.

Il, who was the first to wake up, looked at Harry in amazement, and then turned to look at his godfather—he felt that he had never seen Sirius so angry.

His handsome face was slightly distorted, his gray eyes were frighteningly bright with rage, his knuckles protruded and turned blue and white due to the force of his hand holding the wand, and his voice was distorted due to tension: "I think I Understood, Mr. Ravens—Snape's favorite student?"

"Unfortunately, this is in my class." Sirius said dryly and coldly. He waved his wand, and the wardrobe that was still open suddenly closed, so violently that the whole cabinet trembled. Down.

"T-professor," said Harry, almost biting his own tongue at the inflection, "I can explain-"

"I don't think that's necessary." Sirius seemed to digest his anger, and he resumed the lazy tone just now, "Let me think about it, for disrupting the class, Mr. Ravens will deduct five points."

"Professor—" Harry's face was a little pale, and he clenched his fists, only feeling some emotions churning in his heart—is it grievance, anger, or something else?

Sirius is not Il.

Sirius had been his godfather.

Sirius had treated him like that—so well—

so good...

Harry tried to suppress his emotions.

However, Sirius' words were far from finished: "Also, for insulting the professor, I want to give Mr. Ravens—Slytherin—... ten points?" He tapped his wand on his palm thoughtfully.

Having been deducted points twice in a row, Harry was already a little numb to the points, but the reason Sirius used for the second deduction of points - words - easily provoked Harry's most delicate nerves.

He felt that he couldn't take it anymore.

--"insult"?

—How could he say that?

Sirius, his godfather, what did he think it was—?He thought that he made the Boggart look like that to vent his anger on Snape...?What is the memory he fears the most and the one he is least willing to face to Sirius now?

A made up joke?

An exasperating prank?

A non-existent-non-existent-absurd-inexplicable-story?

……

Or, who said no?Harry Potter and the Dark Lord, a non-existent, absurd and inexplicable story.

He should be happy.

Yet he, yet he—

...Why, so painful?

Harry's face turned pale and pale, and he tried to relax his right hand, which was holding his wand tightly, but found that his right hand seemed to have turned into a piece of wood, numb and stiff, and could no longer listen to his commands.

He held up a weak smile: "Then...then, I'm sorry..." His apology didn't finish.

Sirius tilted his head slightly, his gray eyes showed complete indifference: "Also, for wasting class time and repeatedly interrupting—still disrespecting—professor, Ravens will now deduct another five points."

insult?

...still disrespectful?

Harry was silent for a moment.

Then he made a move that was beyond everyone's expectations - he vented his anger, ruthlessly