[HP] The Order of the Phoenix Family

"Sires!" The boy's green eyes stared at the godfather in surprise, "Aren't you bald?"

Sirius subconsciously reached out to touch his full head of hair, which was covered for a few seconds, while Harry turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall who sent him here, and the atmosphere quickly became awkward.Before Harry could exit the kitchen, he grabbed his godson and asked what had happened.Harry stammered and recounted the contents of Molly's letter, glancing at the Head of Gryffindor as he recounted, obviously omitting the parts that were too sensational, but still enough to make Sirius' face twitch.

Seriously, in tears in the room?Depressed to the point of losing hair?He doesn't have that much emotion left!

"I think Molly may have exaggerated the symptoms of hair loss." McGonagall said calmly, "When Remus told me, your hair is not serious—"

"No, wait," Sirius said, "Does that mean you think the crying part is okay?"

McGonagall paused meaningfully, "Molly may have exaggerated most of the symptoms."

"No 'symptoms'!" Sirius yelled. "Am I okay here? Of course not! But I'm not a sentimental sissy!"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of feeling bad, Sirius," said Meg, a little sadly.

Harry looked at him with the same expression, and Sirius couldn't stand it.But the strange things that have happened recently have finally been explained. Whether Molly's extra care, inexplicable gifts, or even releasing Harry from the safety of Hogwarts, it all stems from the heartbreak for him. worry.Snape obviously wanted to use a bottle of super hair restorer to laugh at his baldness, and it would be better to make him smear where he shouldn't be and turn him into a hairy person or something, but he worked hard, but unfortunately because of poor information , Sirius was not humiliated at all.

Although it's not entirely clear why Remus would have such an opinion about his head, and it was rumored that he was bald at some point when Remus told McGonagall, and McGonagall told Molly, Sirius as the former A member of the robbery team immediately thought of a good idea.

He was surprised by how actively McGonagall cooperated.

A few minutes later, Remus walked into the clean kitchen, his face twitched, and he coughed lightly, pretending to be doing nothing.This whole set of micro-expressions was seen by Sirius at the table, and he had to grab the bottom of the table expressionlessly, while Harry covered his face.Apparently, their behavior was interpreted as the unrequited life of the parties and the sadness of the relatives of the parties.

"Hi, Padfoot." The werewolf said in a gentle tone of regret that Sirius suspected the old friend would say at his own funeral. "How have you been?"

"That's it, you understand." He said in a restrained tone. As for what he was restraining - it depends on how Remus understands.

"I see." Remus sat down a seat away from him, as if approaching a bomb. "What I'm about to say next might piss you off, but before you get mad, remember I'm doing this as a friend."

"Let me guess." Sirius gestured at the top of his head, "You want to suggest me hair restorer."

The loose and thinned long hair slipped behind his back due to the movement of his arms, and Sirius deliberately covered his chilled skin - from the tips of his ears up to the top of his skull, he became a smooth hemisphere.Mag's workmanship is indeed amazing. There is even a gradient of sparse small hairs between the thick hair area on the lower half of Sirius' head and the reflective area on the top. The realism is amazing. I don't know how many bald heads she has seen before Have such attainments.They also deformed his scalp a little after the shave so it wouldn't look fresh, and Harry kept his face covered with the mirror he held up the whole time, so he couldn't bear to look straight at it.

"I could go to Poppy, or get some at St. Mungo's," said the werewolf, touchingly, willing to appear in public for Sirius.

"Or ask Snape?" Sirius asked maliciously, almost jagged fingernails.

Remus gave him a wary look, and as soon as he opened his mouth Harry broke down.

"I can't do it, Sirius, I..." The boy burst into laughter from under the palm of his hand, Remus was stunned, and Sirius tried to appreciate his friend's expression for two seconds, covering his stomach and bursting out laughing with his head on the edge of the table There was a bang, and he quickly became out of breath.

"..." Remus' expression changed into a mixture of uncontrollable laughter and unusual speechlessness, "You just shaved it."

"Isn't it... just... what you want?" Sirius said intermittently, tilting his head to wipe away his tears, and Harry tried to sit up straight while leaning on the table next to him, "Who told you...to say that I..."

"You shaved yourself like this just to prove us wrong?" Remus shook his head and sighed, but his smile grew wider and wider. "My God, Sirius, you just—"

His sigh finally turned into laughter, and after a while, they all realized that the dean was watching the scene with a smile.

"Going well?"

"You missed the look on Remus' face when he came in. It's priceless." Sirius said, tilting his head to glance at McGonagall's feet - and then he rolled out of his chair.

"It is indeed a pity." McGonagall said solemnly, "But it is worth paying this price, right?"

The others were temporarily unable to answer, and the little elf who followed her slowly seemed to have lost the power of anger and curse, and only stared in shock at the newly added pink on the tea towel around her waist with big eyes like tennis balls. Lace.Kreacher's long ears protruding from the limp silver hair, which was long and twisted into a playful bun behind his large head, were one of the only things Sirius hadn't cleaned out from the first round of experiments.

"It would be better to add a few more hairpins..." Sirius hung his calf on the chair, lying on the ground with his upper body, still giggling continuously, barely raising one hand, you can't imagine that this is a 35-year-old man, " You promised... get Snape over tomorrow, he'll love this."

Harry frowned, "Snape coming too?"

"Don't worry." Sirius sat up awkwardly, moved his legs to the ground, rubbed the place where his back hit, and touched the bald spoon on the top of his head unaccustomed, "Just let him check the results."

"Including your bald head." Remus rolled his eyes. "I bet he likes your current look too."

"Don't be so sorry." Sirius tapped on his chair, gesturing to the eggs with blond hair on the counter, "I've got a job for you, and Harry can help."

"Snape will definitely blame me," Harry muttered.

"I think I heard the sound of Dora falling." Sirius looked up, and then Mrs. Black's scream pierced the floor, "Damn, that old thing just doesn't stop—I'm going to entertain guests!"

"Are you really going like this?" said Harry in horror. "There's a party—"

With a flash of his head, his godfather had disappeared outside the kitchen door.It is conceivable that the portraits will not stop in a short time.

"I don't see any reason to stop him." Remus said, summoning the box of long-haired eggs to himself. "At least, to make Sirius happy, the purpose of our trip has been achieved."

Meg picked up an egg, smoothed its blond hair approvingly, drew out her wand and began to shape it into the shape of a human head, "Would you like one too, Potter?"

Harry shrugged like Ron and reached for them: why not?

(End of the article)