[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

No. 12, Grimmauld Place had been in much more decay than he remembered.

This kind of decay does not come from the dilapidated and dusty buildings in the room. On the contrary, although Kreacher is very old, he is obviously doing his own job very seriously. Thanks to his efforts, the house is everywhere. Appearing immaculate and with a sophistication befitting its heritage, no one can deny the grandeur of the thick ornate rugs and gleaming staircase.

But the breath of decay still rises and spreads from every corner of this home. This is the decadence created by the decline of the population and the inability to see the future of the family.It is beyond the scope of Kreacher's ability to change, and it is displayed in front of him, like a rose that bloomed to the day of withering, and is dying in front of him.

Walburga's room was hung with thick curtains that kept the sun firmly out.The sun has not been seen here for several years, and only the firefly light emitted by the complicated chandeliers survives. The mistress of this house has become more and more weird and neurotic over the years. Everything seems to be severely allergic to the breeze and sunlight outside the window.

Her hair is all white, and she is much, much older than her peers.Muggles generally live twice as long for wizards. Her age is still in the prime of life for wizards, but she has come to the end of her life.

I heard that she has been too neurotic these years, and sometimes she seems a little crazy.These fragmentary evaluations of Sirius are all heard from others. Now that we meet again after many years, the impact of what he sees is much greater than what he heard. For a moment, he dare not admit it. Is it really him His mother——she was too old, and it was difficult to find the sporadic appearance he was familiar with.

Sirius stood beside her bed, staring at her blankly for a long while before she woke up drowsily.When she opened her eyes and saw him, she had a momentary daze, a kind of trance that seemed to go back in time, which gave her a moment of refreshment, and a bit of life came back to her lifeless gray face.

But the illusion is only an illusion after all. She quickly distinguished the dream from the reality, her expression twisted, her body struggled and convulsed as hard as she could, vicious curses and angry scoldings were quickly vented by her.

"How dare you, a traitor, come here?! How dare you?! Get out, get out, the Black family doesn't welcome you! Get out! Go begging for those in power! Abandon the glory of the Black family and live a humble life! You Want to see my jokes? Dream! Kreacher! Kreacher! Get him out!"

Sirius stood still, facing his mother's hysterical accusations, he seemed calm from beginning to end.He is no longer a teenager, after that age, he has already heard words like this all these years.Therefore, facing his mother, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, who was still swearing at him, he shrugged casually with an expression of indifference.

"Okay, if yelling doesn't have the effect you want, why don't you save yourself some energy, maybe you can catch a few more breaths." He said casually, his eyes fell on her sickly ashes. On his face, "wagging his tail and begging for the people in power, I don't know who I'm talking about. When Voldemort rose, you didn't rush to get close to him, and you also brought your underage son with you. I really don't like it." Knowing what kind of behavior in your heart is considered begging for mercy, if what you did back then was not considered?"

Walburga stopped short and stared at him intently.When he heard about the underage son, his expression changed obviously, and even his eyes seemed to tremble uncontrollably.She fell silent suddenly, just looking at him like this.

Sirius opened his mouth, knowing that nothing he said was appropriate.With his ability, it was enough to say something that could provoke people's anger, but now he felt that everything was meaningless, including this behavior.

So he also fell silent, and the two of them were silent for a while, neither of them looked at each other.

"Who told you that I was going to die?" Finally Walburga spoke first.Her tone was hoarse and calm, revealing a kind of indifference without ambition, as if she was talking about the death of an insignificant person, she didn't mention a word about her own illness, and every sentence was still full of irony, " Those who want to flatter you, sneer at me in front of you? If so, then they are thinking wrong, I will always be proud of the Black family, you heartless traitor can't understand..."

"Kreacher." Sirius interrupted the cursing she had begun to chatter, and said with a frown, "Remember to take care of your house elves next time, I remember that they usually listen to their masters, and whoever owns them takes care of themselves good."

"Kreacher?" Walburga was stunned for a moment, and genuine blankness appeared on his face for a short while.She stared at Sirius for a while, and after confirming that he was not making up anything malicious, she slowly frowned and raised her voice.

"Kreacher!" she yelled coldly.

Following her call, the house elf Kreacher appeared in front of her.He humbly bowed deeply by her bed, his ears almost touching the ground.

"Master." He called her dependently, and approached her bed carefully, "What do you want to do, master? Do you want to eat? Do you want to get up? If you need anything, please tell Kreacher as much as you want, Kreacher likes to listen to you Your order! You will get better after the eyes-obscuring person in this room leaves, Kreacher hopes that you will become more energetic..."

Sirius frowned while listening.He felt a little strange when he first came in. Kreacher's attitude on the phone was so humble, but he didn't show this kind of respect when he actually faced him.He just thought it was just that it was not used to how to face him after more than ten years, but now it seems that it is not the case.

"Did you call him here?" Walburga asked sternly, accustomed to the loyalty and humility of house-elves, stared at him coldly, and lowered his voice, "What did you call him here for? Let him see My joke?"

"No! Master, Kreacher didn't think about it that way!" Kreacher immediately shook his head in trepidation. Years of getting along day and night and relying on each other made them closer than ordinary house elves and their master, and also allowed him to crawl over. , bowed beside the master's bed and eagerly clarified the explanation.

"The master didn't say that, it was Kreacher's own decision! He once said that it is Master Sirius who is depressed, this...bad guy. If there is a chance to get Master Sirius back on the right track, the master will definitely feel it." Be happy, and your physical condition will improve. Kreacher has carefully prepared this gift for you! Master will definitely like it, so give Kreacher a little more time..."

"Gift?" The puzzled expression on Walburga's face deepened, and she repeated, "Him?"

It was only in the blink of an eye, but her complexion suddenly changed drastically, and a morbid blush appeared on her ashen-like face, and her emotions obviously experienced a violent ups and downs.

"He made you do that? He's in charge of our family?! When did he say that to you - yeah, he's been here twice lately... You tell him to come over, Kreacher? You tell him to come and get people ?!"

"Kreacher didn't!" Kreacher said hurriedly, he was terrified by the hostess's reaction, and his body couldn't help shaking, "He just...just told Kreacher the phone number of the Auror Command, and Kreacher felt that it was true. There is a need to make this call, no matter how you say it, Master Sirius is your child, Kreacher thinks that you must still...or want...to see him at this time..."

"Who?" Sirius asked immediately, his eyes fixed on Kreacher.

When Kreacher looked at him, he hesitated briefly, with resistance in his eyes, obviously not wanting to have any unnecessary conversations with him.Sirius frowned angrily, opened his mouth, and was about to say something when he suddenly stopped.

There was a knock on the door of 12 Grimmauld Place.

In Walburga's room, they looked at each other.Sirius pulled out his wand and smiled ironically and self-deprecatingly.

"I should have expected it to be like this." He said, with a cold expression on his face. "This family has never brought me any good things. Even at this time, they have to set up a trap for me to drag me into trouble. You guys Think you can get rid of me like this? A joke."

His free hand moved convulsively, as if instinctively grabbing something.He knew what he wanted to catch—the Auror's portable action recorder, as long as the input magic power was activated, it could record the next three spells used by the wizard.The recorder is expensive and hard, and the thunderbolt explosion can't do anything to him. Eli said that unless someone bombards it with a magically modified shell, the recorder will not be damaged. He said that this is the inspiration he got from the black box of the Muggle plane.

How was he going to leave more information for his companions if he only had the last three magic hours left in his life?Sirius quickly reviewed the previous plan in his mind, and after a little modification, he knew what to expect, raised his eyes to look at his mother, and smiled ironically at her.

"It's almost enough for this play to be here." He said sarcastically, curling up the corners of his lips meanly, "I've wanted to kill me for a long time, didn't I? Congratulations, this time, inviting that person over will finally succeed." So, am I the first person in ten years to officially confirm that Voldemort is still alive? That's nice, and being down means something."

Walburga looked at him with cloudy eyes, she was no longer the arrogance and beauty she was before, but even at this point, she still retained a shaky arrogance of the past.She looked straight into the elder son's eyes - she saw nothing but sarcasm in them.

Not even resentment.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes weakly.

Without leaving her much time, the knocking on the door continued.When it opened again, Walburga looked at the house elf next to him.

"Hide him, Kreacher," Walburga snapped. "That's an order."

"Master!" Kreacher called her, and while she was watching, he whimpered in pain and covered his face.

Walburga once again looked at Sirius with a frozen expression.

A mother and son, two Blakes.They looked at each other, and Walburga closed his eyes exhausted.

"Not the Dark Lord," she whispered. "No one has seen him in all these years, and no one has known his traces. But almost a year ago, this knocker came to the door and said that the Dark Lord was still alive. He was summoned again." everyone."

"Who?" Sirius asked immediately, and a trace of complexity flashed across Walburga's face.

"A man who should have died long ago," she said.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the mines of the red shell crab~