[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

I don't know if James really listened to what Sirius said, or because Mrs. Potter's birthday is approaching, trying to bring a living little penguin back and put it in the refrigerator has been put on his agenda. For a while, James didn't write to tell Sirius that he would come out of the disappearing cabinet, which made Sirius feel relieved and a little bit disappointed.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like if James disappeared from his life. They had been inseparable since they met. Sirius didn't trust anyone besides James at all, and he didn't think he could meet such a person in the future.

On this sunny Sunday, he was sitting in the library, thinking wildly, while casually flipping through the thesis on the history of magic that he was about to finish. The sunlight outside made him feel a little itchy. move.At this moment, he saw one of the most annoying Slytherins walking towards him.

Wilkes.

Sirius instinctively clenched his wand and looked at him vigilantly. The boy who usually smiled maliciously looked very cold at this moment. He sat down in front of Sirius and said, "Have you solved that spell?"

"What?" Although Sirius was confused, he still didn't relax his vigilance.

"Sneak attack on Rozier." Wilkes looked very disapproving, and said with a sneer, "You think you're demonstrating against us if you knock him down? Let me tell you, that guy is the most useless of us. Thought you didn't bother to do such despicable things, this kind of unscrupulous appearance is quite Slytherin."

"However," he went on to say, "you have suffered from that spell now, and after seeing what we are capable of, don't you plan to join us?"

Sirius frowned, looked at him angrily, and said sharply, "Be clear, I'm not in the mood to play charades with you."

Wilkes' face changed from indifference to doubt to a little bit of realization: "So, you didn't do it?" He showed his usual malicious smile: "Wait, I probably understand, it seems that a mysterious friend wants to Excuse me, it's unfortunate you don't know! But that's all right, you should go and see how Severus pays him back. You'll think he's a genius."

He stood up abruptly, still proudly announcing with an unpleasant smile: "Don't try to cover it up for him, I will search the whole school and kill him, you can see how those magic wounds can't Eliminated."

Sirius vaguely felt that he knew what Wilkes was talking about, but he still stood up and pointed his wand at the other's nose, ordering, "Explain what you said."

Perhaps his voice was too loud, but the librarian came angrily towards him and said sternly, "Quiet! Put away your wand and get out, nasty boy, the library is not the place for you to fight. "

Sirius grabbed the books and bag and rushed out of the library. He didn't mind giving Wilkes a lesson here, but he undoubtedly had more important things to do.

Wilkes' language was full of ominous things, and he had to find the person who helped him out to make sure.He couldn't imagine anyone else in Hogwarts except James who would do such a thing.He wished he could rush into the Room of Requirement right now, and now he realized that not having news from James didn't mean reassurance, and it might mean bigger troubles.

Sirius angrily threw his schoolbag on the armchair in the lounge, Regulus walked over and seemed to want to say something, but Sirius stopped him: "Go away!" "Well, since you think so." A trace of resentment flashed in Regulus' eyes, he looked

Come angrier than Sirius.

"Calm down, Regulus, your brother might be angry." Snape looked up from his book, with a faintly smug smile on his pale face: "Maybe he's finally found out that he's not so talented." ability."

Seeing him, Sirius remembered Wilkes' words "You must think he is a genius", he immediately pushed Regulus away and strode towards Snape: "What did you do?"

"Exactly what you did." Snape corrected him, as if he was patiently correcting a student who had made a mistake: "You see, your men hit Rozier first. And wounded him. I'm just—slightly—teaching him a lesson."

He smacked his mouth regretfully: "Although he was still allowed to escape, I have to say that his speed is really fast. It seems that escaping is the greatest ability of people like you."

Sirius glared at him, but now is not a good time to torture Snape, the whole lounge is looking at them, not the kind of watching the excitement, but a kind of expression that will immediately turn into a scene once someone makes a move. Melee expression.

Seeing his brother rushing in and running out in a hurry, Regulus clenched his fists and felt an inexplicable fire in his heart: "You can't imagine how he could be a Slytherin."

"Don't panic, he's going to take back his arrogance and beg us soon." Snape said calmly, and buried his head in his book again. For him, Sirius has been classified as If he defeated his subordinates, he didn't need to spend any more time thinking about it.

Luckily the Slytherins didn't follow him, perhaps because they felt they had left enough behind to hit Sirius, but it certainly helped Sirius as he sprinted from a seldom-traveled road to The door of the Room of Requirement flashed through the corridor, and he smelled blood almost as soon as he entered the door.

"James?" Sirius' heart thumped hard, he held his wand firmly, and lighted it up with trepidation: "Luminescence flashes."

The light of the wand instantly illuminated the whole room. It was still the same messy utility room, with messy chairs and dilapidated cabinets, as well as a mess of useless garbage and dilapidated broomsticks, and a pile of tarpaulins. Sirius and James also thought about cleaning it up, but soon they gave up on the reason that "putting it in this way can better cover up the disappearing cabinet".

Now, Sirius regretted why he didn't clean up the space, at least being tidy would not affect his already messy mood.

"James." Sirius yelled loudly as he strode around the clutter and walked towards the disappearing cabinet. Anyway, no one outside would hear him in this room.

"...This..." A faint voice came from under a pile of blankets next to the disappearing cabinet, not much louder than the sound of breathing.Sirius ran over in a hurry and pushed the pile of blankets away: "James?"

James looked terrible. There was a bluish-purple scar on his exaggeratedly red face, almost across the entire face, which seemed to be knocked out. He buried himself under the blanket and said vaguely: "Don't move...it's cold..."

Sirius almost immediately pointed his wand at the innocent, ordinary cabinet on the other side and yelled, "Burn." It wasn't until the cabinet was ablaze that it occurred to him that it was mid-September, and James' coldness must not be due to the temperature. .

But anyway, the burning flame on the cabinet made the whole room brighter. Sirius touched James' forehead, and the temperature was almost hot: "You have a fever."

James snorted and rubbed Sirius' cooler fingers, he had no strength left to say anything else, Sirius conjured up a wet towel to cover his forehead, he didn't have time to think about it until James got better Anything else, but after James is better...

"James." Sirius yelled again, and pushed him: "Wake up."

He could see that James' fever was from trauma, but it certainly wasn't the mark on his face.Thinking, he waved his wand, cast a healing spell, and the wound on James' face disappeared, and he looked much better now, but his face was a little redder than usual.Then he waved his wand again, and a cup filled with warm water appeared in the air. He lifted James up and fed him. Although most of the water flowed down the chapped lips of the other party, a small part managed to enter. Throat.

"On the right arm..." James gasped, raised his hand, his eyes were loose, and he said vaguely and with difficulty: "The blood... can't be stopped..."

Sirius rested the back of James' head on his lap and grabbed his right arm, which was not easy as he wrapped it under layers of blankets as if trying to seal the wound. On the ground, it took a lot of effort to untie those nasty blankets, which were almost soaked in blood, and the full decimeter wound on James' arm was exposed wetly, and the blood flow continued, although the speed was very fast. It was slow and the amount was not large, but there was no doubt that fresh blood flowed out from the wound all the time.

"This..." Sirius pursed his lips, raised his wand and carefully touched the wound, James let out a short moan, his whole body tensed instantly, and the wet towel fell to the ground with his movement.

"I'm sorry." Sirius apologized subconsciously, conjured up a clean towel again, and frowned tightly: it's black magic, it's almost a kind of curse.And this kind of attack magic is undoubtedly the most difficult.

"You've got to think he's a genius."

——FUXK!Sirius was almost about to swear, if it wasn't for the really bad timing.

Although he knew it was useless, Sirius turned into a bandage and tied James' wound. He didn't want to see clearly how the blood flowed from the wound, it was James' blood.

"Thanks...I feel better..." James said, showing a weak smile. If you ignore his flushed face, the eyes that were still shining after calming down are quite convincing.

"Lie." Sirius reluctantly hooked the corners of his mouth, still serious and worried: "This is not a joke, this is black magic."

"I shouldn't have been hit, I was just too happy to be prepared for the sneak attack of that guy's companions..." James took a deep breath, he was running a fever, but at the same time he felt cold, which was really contradictory, he I felt like I was floating, almost in mid-air.

Seeing that James' gaze was lost again, Sirius touched his forehead and said soothingly, "Don't worry, buddy, I'll find a solution."

"Don't beg them..." James seemed to regain his senses with a shudder, and grabbed Sirius' hand, panting shortly.

"I don't know, I'll try my best." Sirius said darkly, trying to slow down his tone, sounding more sincere.But he knew exactly what he would do.He turned out the quilts and pillows in the dormitory again and wrapped James around him. When he thought of his companion who was usually alive and kicking and couldn't stop for a moment, he just wanted to kill everyone sitting in the lounge.

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