[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

Carrying the suitcase, Andomira carefully slipped out of Grimaud Square. Her soft-soled sandals touched the ground softly, her long hair was gently blown by the night wind, her face was gentle and her eyes were sharp.Her father didn't come out to see her off, he was caught up in Malfoy's endless brainwashing preaching, and she and her father didn't even kiss and say goodbye so that no one would suspect.

She flagged a taxi at the corner of the street, and Mrs. Black and the others would be annoyed at her adeptness with this Muggle form of transport. A little dark-haired boy was smiling at her.But, in just a flash, he was gone.

"Did you read it wrong?" Andomira blinked, got into the car, and told the driver that if he could keep silent all the way, she was willing to pay him an extra five pounds.

It didn't take long for James' note to reach Sirius, but it was long enough for Sirius.

"Dear Sirius, it took some time to catch up with your sister's taxi, and you didn't tell her that I was your friend? Anyway, it took some time to escape her spell. But in the end she agreed to let me go with her." She's coming along. I'll take a picture of her wedding ceremony and show you, you can't come, can you? James"

Along with the letter came a photo of Andromira and James. James' face was flushed, and Andromira put her hand on his shoulder intimately. It seemed that they really got along very well.Sirius pictured James rubbing his hair awkwardly while chatting with Andromira, his favorite friend and favorite relative, and Andromira's smile when he teased him.An inexplicable sense of warm satisfaction filled his heart.

The day when Mrs. Black was furious when she heard the news, the day when she burned Andromira's name on the family tapestry with her own hands, and the day when the whole family was shrouded in gloomy anger.Sirius had received a letter from James, a thick stack of photos of the beautiful Andromira in her wedding dress, holding her groom's arm.James seemed to know something from Andromira, and the frequency of writing letters slowed down.In order to avoid the sight of his mother, and to pass the boring summer vacation, Sirius learned to lock himself in the bedroom, using special potions to wash the pictures of James, Andromir and her handsome groom one by one. Photo.

The long, potion-filled summer vacation has passed, and Regulus is about to step into Hogwarts.

Mrs. Black may think—I used to think that Sirius has "reformed, rehabilitated, and reborn", no longer hang out with those "mudbloods", and no longer yell crazy things like hating black magic and being kind to elves, but one summer vacation The observation made her and everyone around her admit that they were overestimating and optimistic about the incompetent and superfluous eldest son of the Black family.Especially after Andromira married a Muggle, everyone stubbornly believed that Sirius who stayed with Andromira every day must have done something. Unfortunately, they happened to be right.In the later stage, Narcissa even thought that Sirius used some evil method to get into Slytherin.It took Sirius a long time to refrain from yelling at them "Andromira is a Slytherin and she married a Muggle you idiots!".

Little brother Regulus was once again at the center of the topic, and Mrs. Black believed that this child would be the hope of revitalizing the Black family after a hundred years.She is by nature very calculating, and only those who meet the requirements are worthy of love. Regulus is extremely compliant, so he is also very worthy of love.They kept Sirius out of Regulus's world like a germ.

When Regulus just received the Hogwarts admission letter, Sirius just raised his head and asked, "When will Regulus go to Diagon Alley to buy a wand?" Mrs. Black looked at it bitterly. He replied bluntly: "I will go with him." ——It seemed that Sirius was not Regulus' brother, but a monster and ghost who was watching from behind and wanted to devour him every minute.

"Okay, I'll go to Diagon Alley by myself." Sirius snorted, "Anyway, I'm just asking casually."

The light in Regulus' eyes disappeared, like two blown out lamps, he sneered: "Don't talk like you are giving me a compliment. I don't need you to please me at all."

Sirius slapped down his fork with a cold face and left the table.

In all honesty, Sirius didn't ask casually. He hoped that Regulus would be like James, at least not grow up to be a lunatic obsessed with pure blood in the end, but as a summer vacation passed, he found that the whole family The brainwashing of Regulus is no longer something that he alone can turn the tide. First of all, Regulus’ bedroom is full of pure blood and "cleaning plan" crazy words. In James' words, "It's like Germans who worshiped Hitler in World War II," and Sirius refused to set foot in Regulus' bedroom ever since.

room, although I haven't stepped on it a few times before.Then, Regulus began to keep in mind "our secret plan", look at his god

With a mysterious and solemn expression, if Sirius hadn't heard Andromira mention the Wizards Union in advance, he would have thought that Regulus had been employed in the Ministry of Magic before he even went to school.In the end there was their endless argument.

Just as Sirius was anxious to save Regulus, so Regulus believed that the brother was crazy and needed to be rescued.As an aristocrat, he doesn't understand the pride of the family and the greatness of the Dark Lord. He keeps a straight face all day long, as if the whole world owes him 800 million and it's finally time for him to collect the debt, not to mention that he can only talk to photos mixed together.

There were many times when the two brothers insisted on persuading each other, but ended up breaking up. Sirius called them "a bunch of Nazis" more than once. Regulus didn't know what Nazis meant at first, but after he knew, he decided to My brother was shaking with rage for comparing them to Muggles.

Since the day when the conversation about Diagon Alley ended, they were in the same room, treating each other like air, and hadn't spoken a word.

While Mrs. Black was accompanying Regulus to buy new robes, Sirius sneaked out, ignoring Regulus's thoughtful gaze.He found James in front of the Florin's, and James waved desperately to him with a big, happy smile.As soon as Sirius sat down, he couldn't wait to say: "Did you buy the books for the second grade? Or those? What new lessons will there be in the third grade?"

"Divination..." Sirius said, with a smirk on his lips: "How about choosing a divination? This is also something you can learn, anyway, you just need to hold a teacup and observe the tea leaves in it, and then tell what you see , I think you can pass this exam casually without going to class..."

"Sounds boring?" James said without hesitation. "And I don't drink much tea."

They shared two ice creams with different flavors, took a bite before exchanging, and spread out their textbooks to discuss their summer assignments and future courses.Because of James' love of chemistry, this love extended directly to Potions, which Sirius spent a good deal of time on as well.

"I just remember that the best student in Potions class seemed to be a girl from Gryffindor. It seemed to be called Lily or something..."

"Where's Slytherin?"

"Slytherin? I don't know. Does Slytherin have other outstanding students besides me?"

"Geography, seriously, I've had enough of that subject, I mean, who cares what the weather is like or what's going on in Cambridge now that I've been all over the world? I'm not going to apply for Cambridge University."

"Could it be more annoying than your drama class?"

"Definitely better than drama class, although Shakespeare is boring enough. Oh, and religion class. When I was in tenth grade, the first thing I did was dump them."

"Are you going to believe in Merlin?" Sirius secretly laughed.James ignored him and continued, "I did chores in the garden for a month, and I got a sum of money from my father. What can I buy if I exchange it for Garen? I want to buy a broomstick and hide it in the Room of Requirement. "

"Speaking of this." Sirius ate the last bite of ice cream thoughtfully: "I also have some money left over, how about we go buy broomsticks?"

"You?" James looked at him suspiciously: "You want to buy it?"

Sirius shrugged and said as calmly as possible, "Oh, I want to join the Quidditch team, don't you know?"

"Great!" James was overjoyed, and knocked over the ice cream box by mistake: "But didn't you say..."

"I guess you're right, Quidditch is innocent after all," said Sirius, trying to suppress a smile because of the eagerness in James' eyes: "Besides, I've got to act like I can stomp Slytherins on the ground." Opportunity underfoot, since I despise it."

"Then what are you waiting for?" James hurriedly pulled Sirius up, and they paid for two ice creams, stumbled and dragged each other across the street, to the place where James pressed his face to the window countless times, but A shop that has never been in before, a Quidditch boutique store.

Sirius is willing to buy brooms with James, since they can't buy textbooks together, pick out wands together, buy magic robes together, go to class together, and sit together in the warm golden red classroom of Hogwarts Gryffindor Playing on the same team, but they can at least talk about some common sports topics together. James stared at the Chudley Cannons robes in the Quidditch shop, as if he wanted to hook the suit with his eyes and put it on. On himself, Sirius studied the broomstick carefully, discussing with the absent-minded James where he should go on the team.

"Seeker, for sure. Chaser is my place," James said.

Sirius agrees, apparently preferring the Seeker to represent the whole game over the Air Rugby-like Chaser.

The core of life and death at the end of the game, he doesn't have to do much, just catch the golden snitch, but all the audience and teammates' eyes are on him, how amazing.

"I'm really looking forward to the Quidditch match with you. There were so many people that day, I can blend in with the crowd and watch your match without being discovered." James said yearningly, "It must be very enjoyable."

"One day I'll take you to the Quidditch World Cup, and then you'll know what real fun is," Sirius promised.

Unfortunately, James' part-time job money was far from enough to buy a broomstick, and finally he insisted on walking out with Sirius' broomstick on his shoulders.They romped around the Magic Joke Shop for a while, and James rummaged through the many magical and magical prank toys, and finally spent all his money on a bottle of invisible ink.

"If we can communicate in secret." He waved his ink and smiled triumphantly: "Your parents won't be able to monitor our conversation." They parted at the door of the store, and Sirius carried a broom with a pile of books and didn't go far I met Regulus in the distance.

Regulus looked at him and his broomstick suspiciously, and said suddenly, and for the first time since their quarrel, "Will you join the Slytherin Quidditch team?"

"Nonsense," said Sirius angrily, "otherwise what would I buy a broom for? Sweeping the floor?"

"I guess you'd be willing to sweep the floor if it was Gryffindor," Regulus said sarcastically, and then he asked warily, "But wait, you don't want to be a Seeker, do you?" Right? You actually wanted to be a golfer or something. Since you've always liked big limbs and all."

Only then did Sirius vaguely remember that Regulus also liked Quidditch very much. He loved reading Quidditch sports magazines since he was a child. When he was a child, Sirius often stole it from home for James to play. Gollus' broomstick.

"I'm really sorry." Sirius grinned, and smiled sarcastically: "Your brother and I want to be a Seeker, not for you. If you want to be one, you should have been born two years earlier."

Regulus gave him a complicated look, as if he wanted to say something, but he just brushed past his brother, and slammed into Sirius' arm: "That also requires you to become a Seeker."

"Ha, when I become a Seeker, you won't mind even being a goalkeeper." Sirius shouted at his back, "Maybe you won't even be a player."

He knew it was childish, but he just couldn't help himself.

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