HP Dark Hero

?Harry put down his wand, nodded to Black who silently let Harry use all kinds of strange spells on him, and said in a rare brisk tone, "It seems to be doing well. Then you should be able to slowly recover on your own."

"Wow, cough..." The gray-haired wizard looked at him awkwardly, "I mean, thank you..."

"Talk to the little savior more, this part will be easy to recover." Harry replied lightly.

In the afternoon, Potter 'woke up' Harry exactly at the appointed time, and after the two exchanged, Harry made a regular confirmation of Black's situation.

After several days of routine examination and treatment, SiriusBlack recovered very well.Eating well and sleeping well every day without worrying about anything is very helpful for his recovery.Other than the fact that Black was getting more and more fidgety with him as he became more sane, Harry thought the Black thing was going well.

It was not difficult for Harry to understand Black's embarrassment. After all, he looked so similar to his godson—in fact, both were Harry Potter—but his experience and personality were somewhat different, and his real godson was only a soul at the moment.Based on the character of the Black family that Harry knows, um, to be precise, the character of his old colleague Bella, if he is not Harry Potter, and on the premise that the little savior may disappear without his body, it is estimated that Black is already trying to make him My precious godson takes full possession of this body.

But the situation is that he and his precious godson are relying on 'this Harry Potter'.

Seeing Harry as a stranger who had nothing to do with him, he put away his wand and was about to leave after the treatment, but in the morning he played happily with 'this person' all morning...even if it was Padfoot type, and the other person was actually his at that time Godson...Merlin, Sirius Black felt he had never been more deranged.

"...Harry," Sirius Black called out to stop him, seemingly at a loss, "Uh...do you want to play Quidditch together? I think you would like it too, don't you?"

"No," Harry laughed, "Black, you don't have to think so much, you don't owe anything,"

"Hmm..." Sirius was depressed, about the extent of drooping his dog ears and dragging his big tail, "I am your godfather after all... I promised that James and Lily would take good care of you. But..." It was obvious that he was taken care of more, As an elder, even though Sirius never took his seniority and age to heart, he rarely felt guilty.He always felt that there was nothing he could do to help.

'Obviously, Black decided to treat me and the little messiah like godbrothers. Harry sighed inwardly, "He didn't realize that he and the little savior were basically under house arrest by me..."

Now, as far as he knew, the three people who had passed through the Veil—himself, Black, and the Little Savior—were all here.

Harry hadn't given up on going back yet, nor was he planning to wait for the method that Dumbledore had promised to help find for who knows how long... although he wasn't sure if he would actually be able to go back.If there are no more records to refer to, it will be impossible to confirm whether there is a common peculiarity between the three of them and try to find clues.

Besides, with Black here, he could also stabilize the little savior living in him.

As far as Harry himself thought, he and Black were mutually beneficial.It's just obvious that Black doesn't think so.

"Don't think so much, you helped take care of Harry, didn't you?" It was weird to say it by yourself, Harry had a headache, but he continued to comfort: "Look, if you weren't here, wouldn't Harry be upset or afraid or something , but I can't tell. It's fine now."

"What about you?" Sirius asked back.

Harry was taken aback, "What?"

"There are other souls in the body... Anxiety, fear or something..."

Harry scrutinized Sirius, trying to see signs of humor, joking, even a little embarrassment at having said those words in his face.But Black's face was full of seriousness, and his deep gray-black eyes were also observing him, as if he had a hint of approval or fear, and he was about to pounce on him and give him a bear hug to enhance the relationship between the godfather and his son.

"…Black, I'm an adult, I don't think I said that, did I?" Harry said flatly.

Sirius Black just continued to look at him obstinately, even a little pitifully.

Harry and Sirius stared at each other for a while, completely unable to understand why the other party would be so stubborn about such a thing.

With a bang, Sisi, who apparated into the room, was taken aback by the stares of the two wizards who turned their heads at the same time, and almost couldn't help but slammed into the wall to apologize.She quickly recovered from the shock and looked at Harry nervously, "Master Harry, there is a wizard wandering around the gate of the manor. Sissy wanted to drive him away, but he said he was contacted by the master."

"Who?" Harry looked at Sirius, "Did Harry invite someone here?"

He originally thought that it was hidden enough that it would be impossible to find it from the outside, let alone break through; but he forgot that the magic of the manor also recognized the little savior in him.

Sirius shook his head, and said disapprovingly: "It's okay to invite some of his friends to play, this is Potter Manor..."

Harry ignored Sirius, just looked at Sissy, and the house elf quickly replied, "He said just show you this." Then, she took out a small ornament, a pendant with green crystals hanging on it.

".........Okay, let him in..." Harry was silent for a long time, and added, "From now on, if he comes, let him in directly. If you bring someone with you, block the others."

"Yes." Xixi bowed and then disappeared.

Harry rubbed his forehead, when did he invite Blaize, a troublemaker?

Looking back at Sirius Black, who was 'resurrected from the dead' with a puzzled face and innocent eyes, in order to avoid further confusion, he could only ask Sirius, "Black, stay here and control your limbs, okay?" Regardless of Sirius' reaction, Harry turned and hurried to the hall, his black robe rolled up in a small wave.

Sirius looked at Harry's back with a distorted expression, and muttered to himself: "Damn, it's just like what Harry said, sometimes big Harry really looks like a snotling... so much alike! Merlin, James will kill me..."

The similarity of words and deeds is so high, it is not simply a matter of meeting a few times. Sirius immediately thought nervously, could the visitor be that gloomy and disgusting snot?That's why Harry was trying to prevent him from meeting him?If it's just a few classmates and friends, what can't he know? !

This is not allowed!It must be dispatched immediately to save Harry from the fire and water.

Sirius's wand had been lost in the Ministry of Magic, there was no other way to do it, with the mentality of protecting his godson and strong curiosity, Sirius tiptoed to the corner and followed...

Harry was still on the stairs when he heard a familiar voice.

"Hi—Baby Harry..." Blaise Zabini, who looked like an adult, sat lazily on the soft sofa, with a hoarse and sexy voice.The other party showed no restraint of being a guest, holding a magic wand in one hand, not knowing what to do next, the tip of the wand flashed with silver light. .

"Whatever you're doing, stop it." Harry had no choice but to throw Blaize's pendant back to him, "How did you find it?"

"I'm just helping you add flavor to your life, Merlin, the taste of the decoration here is really... unique."

At this time, the hall has changed its appearance. From the curtains, sofas, fireplaces, carpets and even the candlesticks used for decoration, everything has changed from the original simple and plain style to a gorgeous and shiny style. The overall look is dominated by typical Slytherin silver and green. , but still retains the character of Potter Manor, rather than just another Snake Court Lounge. Harry picked up the tablecloth beside him, and found painfully that the beige gold border had turned into a dark green silver dark pattern golden lace.

"You look fine..." Blaise interrupted Harry's inspection of the decor, who turned his head, surprised to see Blaise's serious expression, "I thought you called me because of something."

"No, I didn't..." Harry reached into his pocket, but only found a few delicately packaged chocolate toffees. He couldn't help but look embarrassed.

Blaise raised his brows, his violet eyes were full of teasing, "Honey, I didn't expect you to like candy. This shop is quite famous among nobles, I usually choose it to give to girls, they like it very much."

This is what the little savior and his godfather often share, probably put in by the little savior... Owl shopping is so damn convenient.But Harry couldn't explain it like that, so he could only clear his throat, "Uh, it's good." Who knows what it smells like!

"As I said earlier, I brought some from Draco's just now. Madam Malfoy's craftsmanship is very good, and it's very rare to have the opportunity to taste it." Blaise sighed.

"...that's really a thank you." Harry pushed Blaise's long legs across the sofa and slumped onto the sofa, "You said, you met Malfoy just now?"

"Yeah, I was at Malfoy Manor just now...Speaking of which, I also got a few messages for you. But, what are you looking for me for today? I used very stupid, unnoble reasons to get no grace from Draco Leaving, is it just to share candy?" Blaise complained, but his face still had a lazy expression, and he even picked up the toffee that Harry threw on the low table sullenly, unwrapped it and threw it into his mouth.

"What's the news?" Harry asked, and it was easier for Harry to change the subject than to answer the candy dessert or 'I guess the little savior somehow got lucky playing around and touched the pendant'.

"Well, I told Draco that my girlfriend is itching and can't wait, I have to hurry to satisfy her—" Blaise groaned, with an apologetic expression, "Oh, you're not asking for a reason, but for news?"

Harry's face was expressionless. ?