The little life of a platinum darling

"Fiverett, Neville," Harry stood in the Response Room, looking at his two friends, feeling a little nervous, "What I'm going to say later, please believe me, and don't tell anyone else. "

Seeing Harry's solemn expression, Feverret had a premonition that it might be about Sirius. Brace mentioned the black dog yesterday, and it was very likely that it was Sirius. His Animagus was a black dog. dog.

"During the summer vacation, the Daily Prophet mentioned that Sirius Black had escaped from prison. I think you have all heard of it." Harry said after getting their affirmative answer, "I have been living at my aunt's house, and they They don't let me touch newspapers or anything like that, even if I do see them, they must be old newspapers from several months ago. So although even the newspapers in the Muggle world reported it, I didn't know it at the time Until my birthday, when I was weeding in the yard, I met a man..."

When Harry got up early that morning, he began to count that his birthday would be three days away, and he planned to go to Feverett on his birthday and spend his birthday with him like last year.He doesn't need a birthday party or anything, he just wants a birthday where he can relax a bit, away from the endless chores and scolding.In fact, he originally wanted to go directly to Feiwenruite's house at the beginning of the holiday, but this would definitely disturb Feiwenruite's life, since he is not his relative, so he can't live with friends all summer vacation Home, and Principal Dumbledore often taught his aunt that they are his only relatives, and the loving protection of his mother needs to stay with his blood relatives for a period of time every year to continue to exert its effect.So even if he doesn't like his aunt and the others, he will always come back to live for a while.

Under the scorching sun, he was squatting in the yard, fantasizing about the presents Feverret would prepare for him, and the happy look in his eyes when he saw him, while absent-mindedly pulling up the weeds all over the yard.

"Harry..."

Harry suddenly heard someone calling his name, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice.

Standing outside the yard was a tall and thin man, his black hair, which seemed to be mixed with some white strands, seemed to have been roughly cut short to shoulder length with a knife, and was messily tangled together.It can be clearly seen that the flesh on both cheeks is sunken in, and the bones and eyeballs protrude due to the lack of flesh.Harry instinctively felt that his face should be pale, and his face and body were black and dirty, as if he had been rolled hard in the coal pile several times, and no other color could be seen at all.The clothes looked like wizard robes - black, or maybe not black at all but dirty - but worn and worn, as if they hadn't been changed for years and were often Like tearing hard.His hands were clinging to the fence, skinny and with long nails, which looked like they hadn't been trimmed for a long time.His gaze was fixed on Harry's direction, as if he didn't want to move away for a moment.

"Are you... Harry?" the man said again.His voice was hoarse and weak.

Harry stood up cautiously, looked at him defensively and replied, "Yes, sir. My name is Harry Potter."

The man was very emotional for a moment, but after a while he put away his expression as if he was nervous about something, and looked around vigilantly: "You look so much like your father, and your eyes , and your mother is carved out of the same mold, the same emerald green."

"You..." Harry asked him, frowning, "You know my parents?"

"Yes." The man looked around again, and then said: "I am a good friend of your parents, we have always been together when we were still at Hogwarts. In fact, when you were born...you Dad made me your godfather..."

Harry was shocked: "You... are my godfather!" He never knew he even had a godfather!No one ever told him this.

The man nodded, with a hint of nervousness in his tone: "At that time, you were only a little big...you could be hugged with one hand..."

"Then you..." Harry suddenly didn't know what to do. He wanted to ask why the godfather hadn't come to see him once during all the years he was growing up. Can't ask.He must have had a hard time these years...

"Harry... I can't come to see you... I don't have the face to come to see you..." The man seemed to know what he was thinking, and his voice was full of loneliness.He tried to cover his eyes with his hands, but he ended up just raising them.

"You... what's your name?" Harry asked him, he couldn't even know the name of his godfather, could he?For some reason, he always felt that he should trust this man. This man gave him a very familiar feeling.He often trusts his instincts because most of them are right.

"West..." The man seemed to be very worried about something. He looked at Harry's expression and was a little afraid to speak.In Harry's urging eyes, he said as if he had made up his mind, "Siris Black."

"Sirius?" Harry asked him.

Sirius looked puzzled, but it seemed that Harry didn't know the name.This made him breathe a sigh of relief: "Yes, Sirius Black. I graduated from Gryffindor like your parents, and your father and I have been good friends since the first year. I guess you also It will be a Gryffindor. You may not remember, you were very naughty when you were young, and you walked all over the house when you were just learning to crawl. At that time, I liked to put you on my back, carrying you Run around, and you will laugh happily." He said, recalling the old days, he felt tears were about to fall.

Harry was very moved by the scene he said, and just when he was about to say something more, his aunt rushed out of the house suddenly: "Harry Potter! You are not working hard, and you are still lazy!" Talk to the filthy bums out there!" She yelled and came out of the house, intending to come and teach him a lesson.

But when she saw the face of Sirius, she froze for a moment, as if she saw something terrifying: "Si...xi... Sirius Black! You are Sirius Black! Oh! Vernon!"

Harry was a little overwhelmed by his aunt's panic, and he didn't understand why she had such a big reaction.He looked at his aunt who was already running towards the house, and then at Sirius who was standing outside.I don't know how to react.

Uncle Vernon trotted out of the house with a long rifle, his fat body was shaking, and he hugged Petunia tightly in his arms as soon as he came out.They were trembling all over, but Finon pointed his gun at Sirius outside.

"Hey!" Harry didn't know what was going on, but just wanted to defend the godfather he had just recognized, "Don't be like this, Si...he's a good guy."

"Harry Potter!" They trembled, pacing restlessly on the spot, aiming at the man they were afraid of, while still not forgetting to accuse Harry, "You brought this guy here? This dangerous man Guy!" Then Fernon turned to Sirius: "You...you don't come here! You see, I...have a gun!"

"Okay," Sirius glanced at the rifle helplessly, even though he was a wizard, but now he had no wand, was weak and had little strength.Considering that he couldn't be head-to-head, he could only give Harry a look of "I will come again", and ran into the bushes across the street shortly.

The Dursleys hugged each other and trembled, the guns in their hands did not dare to use them until the end.Their son Dudley was hiding behind the gate, peeping pale.

It wasn't until they confirmed that Sirius Black had really left that they slowly recovered.Fernon put away the gun in his hand.At the same time, he saw Harry standing in front of them.

Fernon grabbed Harry by the shoulders and pushed him into the house: "We have raised you for so many years, and this is how you repay us? Huh? Bring the murderer into our house? Go back Go to your room, don't even think about coming out again! Damn boy! You should be like your parents, die early! So as not to cause trouble to others!"

Petunia patted Feinon's back from behind, thought about it, and chose not to say anything.

murderer?Harry was dumbfounded.

This person who claimed to be his godfather, he said the names of his parents and said things about him when he was a child.This man is a murderer?How can it be!

Maybe it was uncle and the others who made up nonsense!

He thought, when this person comes next time, he can ask him carefully.

He will not be afraid!

As for Uncle Vernon's order to forbid him to come out again, in such a small room, he couldn't do anything about it last semester, but he couldn't do anything about it now!

Although the man was ragged and shabby and seemed to be hiding from something, he never believed that he was a bad person.

Although Feiwen once said that a person cannot be judged by appearance alone.But he would never be wrong about the sincerity in that person's eyes!He believes it!