[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

In the Hogwarts auditorium, countless candles stopped in mid-air, illuminating four long tables surrounded by people. Sirius sat beside the table, looking over the densely packed black pointed Hogwarts hats, watching the new students They entered the auditorium in a long line of fear, and his brother Regulus was among them.Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall, who taught them Transfiguration and was also Head of Gryffindor, was placing the famous Hogwarts Sorting Hat on the stool in front of the new students.Dumbledore, who was sitting on the teacher's bench, was looking at the new students with interest through half-moon glasses.

Sirius wasn't sure if he should hate Dumbledore, because he wrote a protest letter about why James couldn't join Hogwarts, but Dumbledore didn't answer him, he didn't read it at all when he first entered Dumbledore, because his mind went blank after the sorting ended, he didn't hear what Dumbledore was saying at all, and he didn't eat anything. Once it was over, he slipped away early, and didn't even return to Slytherin lounge, which is why he offended Malfoy and the Slytherin head on the first day.

The arrogant pure-blood family seemed to hate Dumbledore, so Sirius decided to forgive him.But he would never forgive the Sorting Hat, he clearly remembered wearing the hat a year ago, ignoring the strong desire in his heart, and shouting the terrible word "Slytherin".Sirius was still staring gloomily at the old patched, battered and dirty hat, which he had always felt had failed his expectations so badly.

He suddenly remembered a joke that James had said, or rather, James had written on the letter: "Sirius, how fun would it be if your brother was sorted into Gryffindor?" He couldn't help it. Smiling, the gloomy look swept away made the little girl opposite couldn't help but take a second look. Sirius excitedly imagined that the sorting hat was put on Regulus' head and shouted "Gran Fendo".How panicked this coward should be, his parents will die of heartbreak for him.However, if that happened, Sirius himself would probably be the first to get mad, or take his wand and burn the Sorting Hat to ashes, he didn't enter Gryffindor, Regulus But it took the lead, who cares if it is a great legacy!

In view of the fact that this is really impossible, he played with it for a while, and then dismissed it boredly. After all, the chances of Regulus being called Gryffindor were much higher than the possibility of him and James being brothers. Even smaller.

"Reculus Black—"

"That's your brother, isn't it?" Sirius heard someone ask beside him.He turned his head and saw a boy he didn't know at all, which was not surprising. He basically didn't know anyone in Slytherin. Even in the whole school, the only student he remembered was probably Frank from Gryffindor. Longbottom.

"Who are you?" Sirius asked coldly and unceremoniously, and critically looked at the other person's greasy hair and long hooked nose. He didn't say anything, but his eyes said everything .

There was low laughter from around again, the boy gave him a gloomy look, and said mockingly, "My name is Snape, I've heard of you, and they say you're very arrogant."

"Thank you for the compliment." Sirius raised his eyebrows and turned his back mercilessly.I haven't stopped hearing the words behind my back:

"You've hit a snag, Severus."

"Shut up, Rozier."

"Slytherin—"

Regulus put down the sorting hat, and proudly walked to the bench amidst Slytherin's applause. He hesitated for a moment, and walked past Sirius' position without changing his expression. Snape and Rozier made way for him. There was an empty seat, and the three of them started whispering almost as soon as the introduction was finished, and a few words about black magic leaked out from time to time. Sirius sat between the Slytherins out of place, stubbornly straightened his back, as I was the only one sitting at this long table.

The long sorting ceremony was over. Dumbledore stood up and waved his arms: "Everyone, please be quiet." His eyes flashed with excitement. Every year at the beginning of a new semester, he always So enthusiastic, the auditorium gradually quieted down, and all the students, no matter which department they were from, looked at him.

"Thank you for your attention." Dumbledore nodded kindly: "Now, I have a few things to announce. First of all, I welcome you back to Hogwarts again, and first graders, welcome here. Keep in mind that this year Mr. Filch has added a few more clauses to the list of prohibited items, which I'm sure everyone will be able to read in their break rooms. Also, the Whomping Willow in the Forbidden Forest is still prohibited Dangerous plants approached by students."

Whomping Willow?Sirius silently remembered the name, and this might be the first stop for him and James to go on another adventure one day.

"Our Forbidden Forest guard Hagrid reminds everyone that if anyone is interested in the Forbidden Forest, just go to his hut, he will be happy to explain everything, but don't rush into the Forbidden Forest." Sirius was startled, and quickly observed carefully Dumbledore, but Dumbledore's tone was too calm, and he didn't see Sirius in his eyes, maybe all this was just a coincidence.

Dumbledore finished his speech, and suddenly a plate full of food appeared in front of the students, and the first graders let out an exclamation in unison.Sirius pulled a chicken leg casually, a little preoccupied by Dumbledore's words.

For a year, for a whole year, he cut himself off like air in Slytherin, even the whole school, he was busy looking for a passage, locked up, stayed with James, but he knew he wanted to join Slytherin In Quidditch, everything will be different, he will be officially regarded as a member of Slytherin, and will be regarded as an opponent by Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.Maybe it'll be funny, but maybe it'll make him angrier.

"I see how you feel?"

"What do you care?" There are still such ignorant people.Sirius asked back and turned his head to look angrily at the side... Then his eyes widened in surprise, what he saw was not any student, but a thin ghost, covered in silver blood.

It hadn't even occurred to him that it was Baron the bloody Slytherin ghost greeting him, and for a moment Sirius didn't even know what to say.

"I know you." Barrow glanced at him calmly, his voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for many years: "I know you."

Sirius' heart kept beating, almost out of his chest, but he didn't show the tension, just said wearily, "Oh, you know what?"

Many students hid behind the food on the plate and laughed secretly, and more people listened to their conversation with pricked ears, including Regulus and Snape. concentrated.

Barrow obviously noticed this too. He silently glanced at the people around him, and it didn't take long for the people he stared at to turn their eyes away.

"Nothing," said Barrow, and he just sat next to Sirius without another word.

After the students were all content to eat, a tall, thin fifth grader stood up.A shiny "P" medallion pinned to his chest.He tried to raise his voice among the rowdy students and yelled, "Freshmen, please follow me to the common room!"

Slytherin's new password is "Boss".Its common room was a long, low basement with walls and ceiling of rough stone, from which round, glowing green lamps hung on chains, in a carved Under the beautiful fireplace, Regulus and his new friends, including the prefect, were sitting around on the carved chairs. They obviously had more to say about the unfinished topics at dinner.

Sirius walked wearily around them and tried to get back to bed, but they didn't seem willing to let him go so easily.

"Wait, Black." Calling out this name, Rozier quickly glanced at Regulus to make sure that he didn't express any dissatisfaction with it: "I guess we need to talk too."

"What are you talking about?" Sirius didn't stop, and continued walking while answering.

"There are many obstacles!" exclaimed an older Slytherin student, drawing his wand and pointing at Sirius.Sirius was attacked out of the blue, he staggered and dodged hastily, the spell hit him an inch away from his feet, he turned his head and widened his eyes and shouted angrily, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Okay, okay." Rozier laughed dryly: "Don't be angry, Black, Sirius, we also want to talk to you, you know, you didn't talk to anyone except the senior Malfoy who graduated last year .Too high-sighted? I guess? It’s true that we’re not as good as Malfoy, but it’s still not out of your sight, is it?”

"I guess it's not because he doesn't like us." The Slytherin who pulled out his wand smiled and wiped his wand gently on his robe: "You heard Rael say how much his brother likes Gryffin Much, maybe he wants to get on his knees and lick Gryffindor's shoes."

"You're finished. As long as you dare to say another word." Sirius' gray eyes were blazing, and his tone was so calm, so calm that if Regulus didn't know his brother so well, he would have thought he was Harmless, only if one can ignore the imposing manner that makes them sting.

Rozier waved his hand helplessly: "Calm down Wilkes, we are going to talk to him, remember?"

"Of course, of course," Wilkes said lazily, but his movement was clearly disapproving.

"That's it, Sirius." Rozier said calmly, "Put down the wand first, okay. You must have heard about the plan of the Pure Blood Wizards Union."

"You mean the League of Crazy Idiots? Yes, I've heard of it." Sirius sneered and said, "I don't think you can think of anything better." He angrily threw down all the people.

"I said earlier that we were wasting time." Snape stood up from his chair, picked up his large schoolbag containing at least a dozen books, and left the lounge with a blank expression.

Rozier looked around his companions awkwardly, and said a little helplessly, "What's wrong with him?"

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