[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

"Since it has made us so hard, these foxes should play their role." James threw a few stunned foxes into the bag: "The basic function, such as burying them in the bottom of someone's bowl or something of."

"Wow." Fred made an artificial trembling expression: "I sincerely hope that so-and-so is not someone I know."

James walked across the room, where a tapestry covered the entire wall, and he clearly saw a sprawling family tree dating back to the Middle Ages.Embroidered on the top of the tapestry were large letters: Noble and Oldest of the House of Black Forever Pure.

"There's no Sirius up there." James looked up and down carefully.

"It used to be on it." Sirius stood behind him at some point, pointing to a small blackened round hole in the tapestry while speaking: "Until I escaped from home—"

"I don't know why, but I think I've heard this story before." James smiled and said, "Did you go to your relative's house?"

"No." Sirius glanced at him: "I went to your father's. Your grandparents are very understanding."

"How did they die?" James' face darkened a bit, he looked at the tapestry and asked pretending not to care, then suddenly changed the subject

Question: "The Black family has many relatives."

Sirius hesitated for a moment, but still answered the first question: "That's after James got married...Pure-blood families are somewhat related by marriage."

"The Potters are not up there, James is from a pure-blood family, isn't he?" James continued.

"If you want me to say, James' family is a bit mysterious, I don't really know..." Sirius didn't care about the boy in front of him calling James, just smiled, looking a little sad: "It's strange, I never It never occurred to me to ask James those questions."

"Maybe he didn't fully understand it himself." James muttered, staring blankly at the tapestry: "It turns out that both father and mother are wizards..."

"Harry?" Sirius looked at his profile, and suddenly turned his head to show an awkward smile: "You really look like your father."

While they were clearing out the glass-doored cabinet that afternoon, Sirius had been bitten so badly by a silver snuffbox that within seconds the bitten hand had formed an unsightly crust.

"It's okay." He looked at his hand with great interest, and threw the silver snuff box to James: "Take it, there probably is sarcoma powder in it, an excellent prank material."

"I don't know. I've collected so much material that it's too much to waste." James was also laughing, and he grabbed Sirius' hand and looked at it with interest: "Why can't the two of us cooperate to play with the twins?" Prank contest?"

"Who's going to challenge us?" George interjected, eyeing the silver snuffbox. "It's so unfair, Sirius. Why don't you give it to us?"

"I seem to have heard Harry say he wants to challenge us?" Fred hooked James' shoulders, showing the same smirk as his brother: "Be careful, George and I are the famous pranksters at Hogwarts .”

"I'm so surprised." James let go of Sirius' hand and smiled evilly: "How long did it take you to achieve this achievement? Sirius and James..."

The world collapses and reorganizes for the third time.

James opened his eyes, and for a moment his mind was full of strange questions about who he was and why he was here.He was sure he fell head first because his whole body hurt and his neck felt like it was going to break.A man is holding a wand to his face.James

Tom somehow knew his name again: Dolokhov.

"Potter, you're finished." The person next to him—Lucius Malfoy—said slowly and pulled off his mask: "Now, give me the prophecy ball like a good boy."

James raised his hand, and the ball was in his hand, and there was a milky white smoke in it, emitting a gentle light.

Above them, two doors slammed open, and suddenly five men rushed into the room: Sirius, Lupine, Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley.

When Malfoy was distracted, James jumped off the stage and picked up a wand whose owner did not know. The members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters flew at each other with spells, and this place became a battlefield for wizards .He ignored the confusion and focused on the wand, because just now he wanted to use it to fight like everyone else, but for some reason, a thought that he had never had magic stopped him, this obstacle is stupid , but very successfully.

"Harry." Sirius jumped down the steps, pressed James' head down with one hand, avoiding two spells; "I need you and your companions to leave immediately—"

"I'm not Harry." James raised his hand and grabbed Sirius' wrist, he gave a short laugh, and said with some embarrassment: "I'm... I remember, I'm James Potter, no The one who can do magic."

Sirius looked at him in astonishment, not understanding what he was talking about.

"I'm James Potter." James repeated solemnly.

"Harry." Sirius stared at him, and said flatly, as if he was saying the words he had repeated countless times in his heart: "There is only one James, and he will always be the most important person to me in this world... He dies." gone."

He let go and took his wand into the fray, Jaime froze in place, barely able to move.

Sirius shortly flashed a red light from Bellatrix, and the second beam hit him squarely in the chest.His eyes widened in horror, and what seemed to be a long time before he fell, his body bent back in a graceful arch, fell through the worn drapery that hung over the archway.The curtain fluttered for a while, as if a gust of wind had just blown, and then returned to its former appearance.

"No! Sirius!" James shouted and rushed forward, his voice twisted and deformed by the pain. He rushed towards the curtain without looking back. He could hear someone shouting behind him. Looking a lot like Lupine, he ignored it and just headed for where Sirius had vanished.The screams behind him gathered heavily into one mass, rushing past the bundles of spells flying overhead, and his footsteps did not stop.

He rushed through the curtain.

He watched numbly the fourth collapse and reorganization of the world.

James opened his eyes and found himself sitting on a sofa, a very comfortable sofa, bringing out the exhaustion in his whole body, he was almost falling asleep.But a baby cry woke him up.He sat up straight, and there was a crib not far in front of him.

"James, I'm busy, you come to coax Harry, just use the spell you like to use to show him!" A pleasant female voice came from upstairs, and the voice was very familiar.

James picked up the wand on the sofa and hurried over, leaning on the railing of the crib with one hand, watching the child's unopened features wrinkled impatiently, writhing with crying, but His green eyes are still reminiscent of his adult appearance.

What spell?James subconsciously raised his wand, and was stunned like a fool because of hesitation. He didn't know magic at all.The baby waved its small fist impatiently again, humming loudly in a cry that no one could understand, and the round eyes were full of protesting water vapor.James rubbed his hair in embarrassment, and looked upstairs guiltily. No one spoke there, and no one came down, so he didn't dare to go up.

"Harry." He held his wand worriedly, but he was at a loss, as if he couldn't help Sirius, and an unprecedented depression rose from his heart.

"You can do magic, James Potter, your parents are wizards, and Harry has already returned your magic power to you." He immediately eliminated the negative emotions, and said sharply to himself: "Put away your useless attitude .Get your magic power out!"

Little Harry stuffed his little fist into his mouth, twisted and cried loudly.James looked at him intently, but he didn't dare to touch him. He was overwhelmed by the two simultaneous feelings of "this little thing loves to cry and is so annoying" and "what to do, the little guy is so cute to death", As if flipping a switch, he raised his wand and spoke a spell smoothly, as if the magic had never been lost, and strings of purple bubbles flew out of the wand, flying over the crib. , Harry was attracted attention, he widened his eyes, shouted ahh, trying to catch them with his hands.

This was the first spell used by James Potter, who had never been magical before.

James stretched out his fingers to touch the bubbles. These bubbles seemed unbreakable, but they were very light. He pressed one of the bubbles down a little, but Harry's little hand grabbed his index finger, A tiny warmth passed over.

"Harry." James smiled unconsciously, and he whispered, "Harry, it's a pity, I'm only in your memory, I'm not the father you're missing, but I think I'm feeling now Just like your father. Harry, you are a proud boy."

The fifth time the world collapsed and reorganized, this time he didn't feel panic and emptiness.

This time, he didn't fall, didn't get hurt, didn't have anyone around him inexplicably, there was no danger around him, no blood and flying spells.The sun was shining brightly above his head, and everything around him was emerald green. From time to time, there were happy birdsong, butterflies and a faint fragrance of flowers.A refreshing summer day.A familiar yard.However, the wand was still in his hand.

Through the gap in the tall hedge, James saw himself, it should be said, his childhood self.The child was sitting on the steps, hugging his mother, with heartbreak and tears all over his face.

"Mom, I don't seem to be... a wizard."

All of a sudden, the anxious waiting of that summer, the final disappointment, the bitterness of being sorry for a friend, the scorching tears... all the memory fragments of all of them came out of James' memory and were drifting away. Fortunately, he never Not alone.

"You are the best gift for mom and dad. No matter what kind of child you become." Mother said softly, holding James back then.

At that moment, since the funeral of his parents, whether it was facing Voldemort's severe torture, soul injury or Harry's stinging memory, tears that never appeared again poured out of James' eyes, making his face wet of.He didn't dare to go around the hedge, not sure if his mother and young James really couldn't see him, and he pressed his hand to the hedge as if he could touch his mother's hand.

"Mom, are you and Daddy actually wizards?" he said softly.

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