[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

Sirius opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the white ceiling, after a moment of dullness, he realized that there was a soft pillow under his head, and he was lying on the soft bed, covered with a quilt .

"James!" Sirius flipped out of bed, tripped his eager feet as he landed, and caught him with one hand.

"Take your time." His principal was supporting him, and looked at him with a complicated expression: "You look much better."

"James!" Sirius grabbed Dumbledore's arm, frowning and almost crying.

"The boy is all right." Dumbledore said calmly. This calm tone is very influential on weekdays, but it doesn't take a little

On Sirius.

"I want to see him." Sirius said hoarsely, "Please."

Madam Pomfrey walked in, and seemed to want to say something to stop her. Dumbledore made an apologetic gesture to her, and she reluctantly left.

"We are going to see him," said Dumbledore gravely. "You must see for yourself the punishment for your recklessness."

Sirius didn't care what Dumbledore said, only when he saw James, he was alive and kicking, and he would laugh and talk about all kinds of thrilling adventures in a nonchalant tone, this was the person who made him feel completely at ease.

But the James he saw now was not like this.

James was lying on the bed, eyes closed, never sleeping so peacefully, or comatose, or... Sirius walked over limply, kneeling beside James' bed with his last step, burying his face in the white sheet Li, choked up to the point of speaking intermittently:

"He's dead...he's dead..."

Dumbledore's hand rested steadily on his shoulder until he was completely calm, Madam Pomfrey brought a cup of tranquilizer, and Sirius drank the nasty liquid and lay down beside James to rest It took a while, and then he felt that he could finally have a normal conversation with the principal.

"I guess I'm the one who needs an explanation the most now." Dumbledore sat on the chair by the bed with calm eyes, neither condemning nor angry.Maybe he also realizes that a drastic attitude doesn't do anything to Sirius.

Sirius had no choice but to confess the secrets that belonged to him and James.Encounters in childhood, strange abilities, notification letters, the room of response, the disappearing cabinet... all the same, things that are crucial to their memories slipped before his eyes, as if reviewing the entire first half of his life.

Dumbledore didn't interrupt until Sirius finished speaking, he stood up abruptly, seemingly unable to restrain his emotions, and walked to the window.

"Magic is wonderful, isn't it?" said Dumbledore, looking out the window.

Sirius buried his face in his palms and nodded.

"I can't comment on this matter, because the whole process was so smooth, too smooth, you successfully helped James sneak into Hogwarts, the ghosts did not report him, the portraits did not report him, even Hagrid Take him for granted..." Dumbledore said thoughtfully: "It's really strange. He has extraordinary abilities, but at the same time is an ordinary person. What does that mean? I don't know, I really don't know. I don't know..."

Sirius didn't care about that, he just wanted to know one thing: "What will happen next?"

"what?"

"We were discovered by you, didn't we? How will you punish us?"

"I think it's up to you."

"Me?" Sirius looked at the headmaster puzzled.

Dumbledore returned to the chair and looked into his eyes: "James really can't learn magic, so your behavior of bringing ordinary people into the magic school has violated many regulations, not only the school, but also the wizarding world. But at the same time, there are indeed many strange things about him. For his safety, and for your safety, I only have these suggestions: according to the Ministry of Magic's handling method, erase his memory about magic; or make him completely Ordinary people. Of course, you can choose neither...but it will alarm the Ministry of Magic, and I can only say that the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic is not a good place, and you would not want to throw your friends in it."

"Don't erase the memory? I won't see him again," Sirius begged.

"Can you guarantee it?"

Sirius was speechless.He couldn't, in fact, if Dumbledore didn't do anything about it, they'd probably get worse.

"Can't he choose?" Sirius murmured, but he knew it was impossible. Dumbledore was just telling him from a business-like point of view. If someone from the Ministry of Magic really came To deal with this matter, it might just be a simple and rude "clean up". They will wash away all the memories of James from birth to the present, and they don't care how much loss it will bring to his life.

"I think it's enough to extract his memories about magic and abilities." Dumbledore said gently: "Take them out and put them in a bottle. You will preserve these memories and then implant them into the bottle." Some false and simple supplements. Maybe one day, you can give him back these memories that belonged to him, but not now... what do you think?"

"Do I have a choice?" Sirius gave a dry laugh.It was all his fault, all his, but the consequences of this mistake were borne by James.

He turned his head to look at James, who was still not awake, just breathing evenly, he put his hand on James' heaving chest, when Dumbledore took out those memories along James' temple with his wand, He kept this movement all the time, watching the slender thread of memory being pulled out continuously, very long and long.Until the moment it was broken, Sirius suddenly felt that something in his heart was broken along with this memory. He whimpered and fell on James' shoulder.

He could feel Dumbledore touching his head.

He didn't know why Dumbledore wanted to lenient and help them, but at this time, he was very grateful.After all, he still has more things to solve, more consequences to face, and more responsibilities to bear.But even now, in the face of this painful separation, Dumbledore said nothing.

This is enough.

James woke up from the bed, the sky outside was already very bright, the sun shone on his face through the curtains for the first time, and the sun was dazzling.

He felt that he had slept for a long, long sleep until his mind was empty, but when he thought about it carefully, the things in his mind were still there.

He took off his pajamas and changed into clothes as usual, washed his face and brushed his teeth as usual, walked down the stairs as usual and saw his mother busy in the kitchen, greeted his father who was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper as usual, and fiddled with him as usual Playstation while waiting for bread and milk.

"Are you awake? My little adventurer." Dad stretched out a hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Didn't you say you're going to Italy today?"

James looked at him suspiciously: "Did I say that? Wait!" His eyes lit up: "Are we going on a trip again?"

Dad put down the newspaper and looked at him in bewilderment, not an everyday reaction from a son.He suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly said, "James, take a few steps in the yard."

"What?" James wondered.

"Go for a couple of steps." His father said softly, even with some pleading.

James ran three laps of the yard in a daze, at his usual running pace, four minutes.He had no idea why his father hugged him so excitedly after such a poor run, or why his mother burst out of the kitchen and kissed his face with tears in her eyes.

Unbeknownst to James, the strange powers he acquired were strangely lost to his parents.Today, for the Potter family, is the end of all the fears and fears since James began to travel.

At the same time, in the principal's office, Sirius looked at the two people in front of him, one with greasy hair, one with gray hair, one with resentment in his eyes, and one with panic.They were classmates, and they should have had a greater chance of becoming friends, but unfortunately, one was already his sworn enemy, and the other he had never heard of.

"Come on, let's introduce yourselves to each other first." Dumbledore said briskly: "Sirius Black, Severus Snape and... Remus Lupine."

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