[HP] Hogwarts students

The hearty Christmas breakfast didn't go very well. At first we wanted to wait for Sirius and Lupine to come back and have dinner together, but they didn't come back until noon.

Kreacher kept looking at us with resentful eyes, as if his blood and gratitude had been betrayed, we could only bite the bullet and start eating this cold breakfast.

"Breakfast is already cold." Kreacher said awkwardly, "Let Kreacher make a delicious, steaming lunch again."

When he hit his head with the greasy spatula again, Harry stopped him helplessly: "Enough! Kreacher, these breakfasts are good..." Hermione bumped him with her left elbow, He added: "...I mean very delicious, thank you, that's enough for us, we don't have to make lunch."

Kreacher let out a whimper, hung his gray head, and left the restaurant with heavy steps.Hermione stared fixedly at his figure, lowered her head and wrote something on her parchment booklet.

"What's that?" Ron poked his head over curiously, but she immediately covered the booklet, and looked at Ron angrily and said, "I'll show it to you when I finish writing it."

"I don't care," said Ron grumpily, and then he turned to look at Harry, "Hey, brother. You still have a present left unopened, from Sirius, I thought it was mine— Accidentally opened it."

"Never mind," said Harry quickly, "what is it?"

"..." Ron looked up at me, and hid the things in his hand under the table, "I'll give you dinner later."

I was still eating tender asparagus in my mouth, chewing them with a crisp and loud sound, I couldn't help turning my head to look at them.And Harry was more confused than I was. He followed Ron's line of sight and turned to him after seeing me: "No need, why don't you give it to me now?"

Ron's eyes were almost twitching, and even I could see the twitching corners and the ugly winks, and Harry just said, "It's okay, Ron. I don't think there are any gifts for Kelly and Hermione." Can't see."

"Oh please." I was almost amused by Ron's embarrassment, I know Harry's behavior of saying something wrong before making it up, but maybe some gifts really shouldn't be seen by us, "After you eat Let's talk in private, okay?"

"Ron, just take it out." Hermione said impatiently, as she scribbled on the parchment, she expressed that she couldn't stand such a tug of war.

In the face of Hermione and Harry's insistence and questioning, as well as a little bit of curiosity I revealed, Ron put the gift on the dinner table resignedly: "You asked me to take it out—don't say I Didn't remind you."

There was an extra thick book on the dining table—isn't this a gift from Hermione?I thought for a moment, and in this second, Harry pulled the book back very quickly, but unfortunately I still saw the cover: "Twelve Ways to Win Witches".

"What book is that?" Harry's face flushed immediately, I pretended not to see it, and asked curiously, "Why did Sirius give you a book?"

Now it was Ron who was watching the joke, and he even chuckled undisguisedly, his shoulders shaking.Hermione just pulled out of her own world and glanced at them suspiciously: "Book? What kind of book?"

Poor Harry blushed and murmured, "——The Quidditch Guide, this one—"

"But you've already read the book." Hermione said mercilessly, "Wood showed it to you in the second year."

"Obviously someone has a surprisingly good memory," said Harry, "but Sirius doesn't know that."

After this brunch, the two boys hurried upstairs together. Hermione was immersed in the study of Black's house and couldn't extricate herself. I could only stay in the reception room alone to move my body and stretch every inch of my body.

Until the sun set outside the window, the silence on the street was illuminated. In this warm sunset, accompanied by a slight explosion, the figures of Sirius and Lupine appeared on the square.

"Sirius! Remus!" I cheered, rushing forward to meet them, circling them like a puppy who's been home for too long. "Where's the locket? Where is it? Did you open it? Destroy it Is there something in it?"

Both of them looked heavy and relaxed, and they threw themselves into the comfortable armchairs and sat down.I called out the names of my friends loudly, and they hurried to the reception room after hearing them.Lupine said wearily, "...the locket...is done. It's a very, very evil thing."

After he finished speaking, he took out the locket from his robe—now it has become tattered, and all the emerald snake-shaped gemstones were dyed extremely black, and there was a deep crack in the center, the crack The edge turned charcoal black as if it had been burned by fire, and it was no longer as exquisite and gorgeous as it was then.

"——it's just a copy, the real wreck is kept by Professor Dumbledore." Lupine said, "After he heard the whole thing, he immediately made a copy of the locket and asked us to give it to Kreacher."

Kreacher, who did not know when he came to the reception room, let out a loud cry, which made everyone tremble with fright.

Lupine shoved the remains of the replica locket into Sirius' hands, giving him an encouraging look.And Sirius looked a little reluctant, but he still took the locket and stuffed it firmly into Kreacher's hand: "Here is for you, I think—Regulus—he will be very happy." Thank you for everything you have done, and he will also want you to keep this as a souvenir."

I don't know how many times this little elf has had a nervous breakdown today, but I'm sure this is the worst one.I've never seen anyone cry and laugh at the same time, grateful and sad, and he kept bowing to Sirius while weeping, which was hilarious, but no one was laughing.

After Kreacher finally calmed down and returned to his own place with the locket, Ron asked in a low voice, "Sirius... what is in that locket?"

The two of them looked at each other, Sirius opened his mouth to say something, but was blocked by Harry: "Tell us the truth, okay?"

The atmosphere was a bit stagnant, Crookshanks slipped in from the dining room, brushed his curly ginger tail around us, and then jumped onto the single chair with energy - next to Sirius' legs.

He snatched Crookshanks into his arms, scratched its chin and the roots of its ears absently, and said dejectedly: "A treasure of Voldemort - a thing endowed with cruel and terrible black magic, that's it. .”

Ron and I couldn't help but gasp, just because of the "Voldemort" who named it by name.Lupine warned: "Sirius! There's no need to let them know about this."

Sirius said sarcastically, "What's the matter? It scares you to hear his name?—then I suppose you don't need to know what's next."

"Of course not!" I said bravely, "I just, I just don't like the name very much, like I don't like orange leather shoes! I'm not afraid of him, I just don't want to be near him!"

"Orange leather shoes?" Sirius burst out laughing. "What a metaphor! It's a disaster in the so-called fashion world, isn't it? It's like a disaster in the wizarding world!"

"Listen," he suppressed his smile again, ignoring Lupine's hesitation to stop him, "that's a piece of Voldemort's soul in it."

There were three gasps in the room, and besides Ron and I, Hermione also covered her mouth in horror.

And Harry was also shocked, but he asked very calmly: "Like the thing attached to the back of Quirrell's head? Or is it an illusion in that diary?"

"The diary." Sirius said succinctly. "It was kept in Dumbledore's office together with the locket. Dumbledore thought that Voldemort may have separated more than these two souls."

Ron was about to suffocate, his face was flushed, and he asked out of breath, "I'm sorry—you mean, there are more than one V—mysterious people we're facing?"

"What does he think of himself as?" I started thinking differently again, thinking of weird directions, "Earthworms? Can they survive even if they are chopped into pieces with a knife?"

"To be precise, he relies on these soul pieces as a guarantee of survival." Lupine could only explain, "As long as there is still a piece of soul left, he will continue to be resurrected."

"Then it's not like an earthworm." I calmly judged, "Like a cockroach."

The three of them gave me a strange look, and Sirius couldn't help but slapped his thigh and laughed, making Crookshanks arch his waist in fright and ran away hissing.

"Then how many pieces did he divide himself into?" Harry shook his head, as if trying to shake some fantasies out of his mind, "And what objects are they attached to? — Is there anything I can help with?" ?”

"That's right!" I said with great interest, "If I were a mysterious person, I would definitely find the most meaningful things to store my soul, such as my amulets, CD players and mini pearl Chanel suits."

"I suppose Voldemort would be happy to attach his soul to suede boots," said Sirius, "but it's a good point, and we'll bring it up with Dumbledore."

Afterwards, they stopped answering our questions, but rudely drove us to another room and told us: "Let's play! A group of little devils." They secretly hid in the study and communicated with Sirius in the bedroom, We can't get close because they've also put an anti-distraction charm on the door.

In the remaining week, Kreacher seemed to be an elf, cleaning the whole old house, no matter which old cabinet was opened, there was no longer any vixen in it.And he did everything he could to make our Christmas break a little better.

Great food, great service (he even sneaked into the bathroom once while Harry was in the shower, trying to fix Harry's unruly hair.) And best of all, he At least no worse things to say in the face of Hermione and Lupine.

"That's not okay!" I said angrily. "How could he sneak into the bathroom? He has no sense of privacy."

"It's just that he wants to help Harry." Hermione persuaded me patiently. "How kind of him!"

"But Harry is taking a shower! He's naked!" I couldn't help blurting out, "I've never seen it!"

In an instant, Ron spit out the cocoa in his mouth, and the sheepskin and feather in Hermione's hand fell straight to the ground. Harry was startled and ashamed, and wished he could pounce on me and cover my mouth.