[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

"It will take them a long time to get Lily's arm back." Arthur said worriedly: "But fortunately, she was sent to St. Mungo's in time, otherwise I don't know what will happen."

"It's better to get it back than never," Moody said, his magic eye rolling wildly in its socket, and he pressed the fake eye dissatisfied.

"The Death Eaters should be proud again, they have once again severely injured our people." Sirius said sullenly, a little absent-minded.

"We've got to ask a lot about Mulciber," said Moody gruffly. "I'm keeping an eye on him, the bastard."

"I only know that he has friendship with Malfoy, ha, of course, this small circle has friendship with each other." Sirius said: "Do some dark magic transactions and murder tricks with each other."

"But why do you run into the street casually? When it's not peaceful now, Emily, you should at least be with Frank." Arthur turned to Emily and said.

"I'm sorry." Emily blushed and said sadly, "I just asked Lily to help me choose some...I wanted to surprise Frank."

"What is it?" Frank looked at her in surprise.

"I'm pregnant." Emily whispered, "Three months after we got married, I found out the result and told Lily today."

A burst of extreme surprise flashed across Frank's face. He grinned and looked at Arthur stupidly, then at Moody, then at Sirius and Lupine, as if he didn't know where to look: "It's... so incredible!"

Sirius couldn't agree more with that, as if yesterday Frank Kronbottom was a shivering little boy frightened by his botched tricks in the hallway, today he was fully grown and entering a new phase of his life.

"Congratulations!" Arthur laughed. He is already the father of two children, and he probably has more emotion and say in this matter: "You should talk to Jasmine more, she will be eager to share with you Heaps of notes."

"Okay, kid." Moody muttered, "It seems that we don't think our place is messy enough." Lupine on the side touched his arm lightly, and he noticed Emily's uneasy expression and didn't take it seriously. He waved his hand calmly: "No, not you, this is a good thing, that's it. The old life dies, and the new life comes, that's it."

"The child may be born in July." Emily said shyly, "It depends on the situation in late or early August." She and Frank looked at each other, and there was a warm light in each other's eyes.

This is good news, and the only good news they have today.

"Then be more careful. Voldemort has started to kill us himself recently." Moody said gloomily, "It seems that he has begun to distrust the abilities of his men. But then again, Black, your cousin's murder is a Hands on."

Sirius straightened his back, his face flushed with anger: "That's not my cousin, Mad-Eye, I've already severed ties with them."

"I didn't mean that," Moody said. "I just emphasized that I wanted to catch her sooner."

"Or they," said Sirius, hesitating for a moment. "I actually met Voldemort yesterday at midnight, or rather early in the morning."

He told the story briefly, Arthur took off his glasses and kept wiping them, and finally he said, "You're lucky. Sirius."

"Yeah, think about what would have happened if Dumbledore hadn't arrived." Lupine said softly, "But I don't understand..."

"I don't understand either." Sirius said, "I bring this up just to remind everyone that this matter will never end, unless I make a mistake, but with Voldemort's personality, he won't end like this."

"Then when you visit your friends in the future, you'd better take one more person with you." Moody interrupted him angrily: "I've had enough of your personal actions for various reasons! This is asking for trouble, young man Ladies and gentlemen! If I hear what happens to any of you next time you act alone, I will have no sympathy! Arthur, will you come with me to the Ministry of Magic?"

"No." Arthur smiled gently: "Benji asked me out. He seems to be troubled by some personal matters recently."

"Emotional, I guess?" Sirius teased.

"I've had enough of you guys! It's a time of war!" Moody shook his head and snorted, "If you're all soldiers under my command, one day I'll take your heads off so that it won't be cheap enemy."

Sirius made a face at Lupine, and Emily and Frank couldn't help but laugh.They all understood Moody's intentions, but the concern covered under the venomous words was a bit too inadvertent.

So things turned out like this inexplicably.When Sirius went to visit James again, he had Lupine beside him.

"Damn it, I don't even know where to put you." Sirius struggled. "Can't you just send me to the door and go back, and then tell Moody that you followed me in?"

"You know that's impossible, Sirius," said Lupine.

"I regret it. I should have told you earlier." Sirius said loudly.

"Hope you're not serious." Lupine gave him a sharp look, and Sirius made a gesture of surrender, so he softened: "I won't get in the way, if you need, I'll stay away from your friend's house Not far away."

"Thank you, it's only temporary, you understand." Sirius said, walking quickly ahead.

When he knocked on the door, he was ready to see a bad Jaime, or be shut down altogether.In his wild thoughts, the door was still opened.James, who was much better than he imagined, stood in front of him. Although he still didn't smile, his expression was a little more relaxed than yesterday's zombie state. At least he once twitched the corner of his mouth to express a smile: "Sirius .”

"Hi, James." Sirius greeted him as lightly as possible. "I stopped by, I guess you're... better?"

"It won't be good." James said flatly, "Not yet, but I'm restraining it."

For a moment Sirius didn't know how to answer, and finally he said with difficulty: "Oh, that's good?"

James nodded and stepped back: "Why don't you come in?"

Sirius was a little hesitant. He felt that something was wrong with James, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. It was just a feeling that he had developed around a person for many years. When he was different, he would feel to feel.

In any case, he followed James into the room and closed the door. The next second he was pressed heavily on the door by James, and before he realized what happened, he grabbed it with one hand. On his wrist, a knife was pressed against his neck.He looked at James blankly, and there was a hint of ecstasy in his eyes, as if he didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

Sirius's brain was buzzing with alarms. While trying to avoid the knife backwards, he tried to push him away with the strength not to hurt James: "James, what's wrong with you?"

Could it be that he was hit by the Imperius Curse?Or the threat of Death Eaters?A stream of possibilities flitted through Sirius's mind.One is scarier than the other.

"Who the hell are you?" James didn't care, or suppressed Sirius' actions even more ruthlessly. He narrowed his eyes, and the eyes covered by his glasses were full of menace.

"I don't understand what you mean." Sirius replied pretending to be confused: "Who do you think I should be?"

James said calmly, or he had never said so calmly: "Don't play tricks, I saw you disappear with that white beard this morning, and I suddenly remembered something, I used to think it was a dream, but now that I think about it, there is no dream It would be so real. Sirius, you - were fighting a man, and I - intervened with a homemade bomb..." His hands tightened slowly: "Tell me the truth, you, my parents' Death, what you are looking for..."

Sirius read everything in his expression, James was doubting him, doubting his identity, his origin, doubting the death of his parents, and what is the fastest way to get a man out of grief?A vigilant mind full of vengeance.But on the other hand, this is a good thing, it at least proves that James is not controlled by anyone.

"You won't..." Sirius said hoarsely, "Please."

"I trust you." James gritted his teeth, and seemed to feel that this trust had become something unforgivable: "And you only approached me for a certain purpose." His hands began to tremble, and his teeth sank into his lips.

"Don't." Sirius tried to hold James' hand, and the knife was near James, waving in his trembling hands, which made Sirius tremble with fear: "Don't hurt yourself."

"Tell me." As the knife slowly squeezed Sirius' neck, a tear slid down James' cheek, and if the broken sound wasn't a sob, it probably wasn't a sound: "Tell me, you What exactly do you want to do?"

Sirius curled up unbearably, as if burned by the tears: "Please, don't do this, James, Jimmy. I'll tell you everything, as long as you don't...don't do this."

"What guarantee do you have?" James said bitterly, "I can't trust you."

"Trust me." Sirius said softly, "I won't fight you. I won't hurt you. I wouldn't kill me. Trust me, James."

James was a little surprised at the sadness he saw in those eyes, making the otherwise hard gray soft like flannel, and he wondered whether to trust Sirius, he had a knife, he had terrible fighting skills, he There are some anti-strike functions tortured by Clyde, he has a lot of knowledge that can be used, but these are definitely not enough, because Sirius has a more magical ability, he can exert a powerful enough to kill a monster just by moving his hands. Street people's abilities.

But he didn't fight back.The smallest piece of reason in his heart reminded him that he had a stronger ability, but he didn't want to resist.

Why trust him?James didn't know, but he let go slowly.

"I'm waiting for your explanation." He narrowed his eyes: "But it's best not to play tricks, I know you still want to get news from me."

Sirius smiled bitterly. He had imagined a lot of situations when returning the memory to James, but he had never imagined such a bad state, when James was full of hostility towards him.Sitting up slightly, he took out a small bottle from the lining of his coat and his wand in the other hand.At the same time when he saw the stick, James almost stabbed the knife into Sirius' neck. Sirius stepped back a little, his face turned pale to reassure him: "Relax! I didn't intend to use it against you, it was just an auxiliary tool."

James was still not so trusting, staring at him suspiciously, but the knife in his hand gave some more: "What is this?"

"A memory bottle." Sirius explained as calmly as possible: "Your memory, it is incomplete, has been taken away by... a lot, and has been kept with me. I can return them to you, and you will know everything."

"Ridiculous." James raised his eyebrows and looked at the small bottle, the white cotton-like things inside were tumbling.

"Never. You'll know," said Sirius, opening the bottles and pulling them out with his wand.

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