[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Eli was unable to make it to the ball that night and only heard of the chaos at the Yule Ball the next day.When he went to see James in the school infirmary, he didn't look too well: a swollen lump on the back of his head, he couldn't lie flat, one arm seemed to be twisted at an odd angle, and then forced back again, looking It sounds kind of barely weird.

No matter how talented a prankster is, when he has no friends, he can only be alone.He suffered a loss yesterday, and he had no helpers around him at all. Facing a lot of hands-on Slytherins, most of whom were in higher grades than him, it was only normal that he couldn't get any favors.

But when Eli walked into the ward, what he saw was an overly emotional James. He was beaming, dancing and talking to his friends, looking like a normal person, and nothing seemed to knock him down. .

"Evans also took out his wand yesterday and dealt with those Slytherin students!" He excitedly waved his arms at his friends, "We are fighting side by side! Understand? We have such a tacit understanding!"

"It's all right to have good thoughts like that," Sirius said, "but I guess anyone with a modicum of justice would pull out their wand and fight those Slytherins—how bad can they be? mix together?"

"Hey, don't say that," James said impartially, "Evans and the snotlite are friends too, but I think she's just being blinded by the snotlite...but on the other hand, so is a friend who stands up for herself no matter what happens. An advantage, isn't it?"

I think you are hopeless.Sirius turned his head away speechlessly, ignoring James' expression begging for approval.Lupine spotted Eli entering the door and waved to him with a smile.

"We're listening to James talk about what he did last night," he said. "So last night was really what he said it was? We all think his description of himself may be a bit exaggerated."

"I don't know, I wasn't there last night," Eli said, pointing with his wand at the chair next to the other empty bed, which slid over by itself, and he sat down on it, sizing up James. , "It's really miserable. It seems that there were indeed a lot of people who did it last night."

Sirius raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways.He seemed a little curious as to why Eli wasn't there, but since the two had been at loggerheads for months, he didn't speak rashly.

James helped him ask, "Why weren't you here last night, Eli? If you were, we could have one more helper. The situation might change. Those Slytherins are stupid." It’s just that there are a little more people.”

"Are you sure he will help you?" Sirius said suddenly and coldly.He didn't look at Eli, and spoke in a tone that had nothing to do with him, with strong doubts and distrust in his voice, "Don't think that you have a good relationship with him, but there are also his friends over there."

James frowned, puzzled by Sirius' words.

"Evans has also drawn out his wand." He said in wonder, "Who can hold back, they are bullying our classmates!"

"That's the question I want to ask too." Eli said suddenly, and the others looked at him in surprise.

"Because you're a Gryffindor classmate, will you help get justice?" he asked, calmly saying, "You know, I still have a few friends from other houses. In their eyes, you are not usually A person who is keen on upholding justice—for example, you and Severus Snape don’t really have any serious hatred, but you will play tricks on him with your friends. In the eyes of many Slytherin students, It's the same thing with their teasing and teasing of Mary. If you find them annoying, others will think so of you, James."

"Of course it's different!" James denied without thinking, but then he was slightly stunned. He tried to deny it, but moved his lips, but he didn't say anything. Obviously he never really thought about it. past this question.

The ward fell silent for a moment. Peter blinked his small eyes, looking at this and that, not daring to speak, as if he was even breathing lightly; Sirius began to look at him carefully without any shyness, as if he was going to He saw clearly.

After being slightly stunned, Lupine showed a wry smile.

"You're really scary sharp sometimes now, Eli," he sighed.

"I'm sorry." Eli said politely, still looking calm and gentle, but he didn't take back what he just said, "But everyone is in fourth grade now, I think it's time to talk about something serious age."

James also looked at him in a daze. He was stunned for a long time, and seemed to have finally figured it out. He shook his head slowly.

"My dislike for the snot...Snape is for him." He thought to himself, straightening his back on the hospital bed, looking into Eli's eyes, "I have the right to hate this man— Even if I don’t like him, I will go to him for trouble. He can call me back if I don’t like it. If I change a hundred people to convince me, I still don’t like him. Ever since he said that Slytherin is a good house dislike."

"Personal prejudice." Eli commented, "The four colleges are the same in theory. It is reasonable to hate one person, but it is stereotyped arrogance to hate one college."

Those things are not important.James shook his head indifferently, frowned and continued: "But those Slytherins don't hate Mary like I do, they don't hate Mary as a person-they don't even know her at all! It's just because she is a numb If she is a wizard from the melon family, no matter which college she is in, what her personality is, what she looks like, and whether she has done anything bad, they will all look down on her, tease and laugh at her, and feel that she is not worthy of studying at Hogwarts—is it so Is that right, Eli?"

"I didn't say that." Eli said calmly, his expression didn't change, he just looked at James thoughtfully.

"What do you think of Voldemort?" he asked suddenly.

"It's a pervert." James said immediately, curling his lips in disgust, "My dad said he was powerful and dangerous—of course, a dark wizard with such a reputation must be difficult to deal with. But I dare say he won't be arrogant for too long, we have Principal Dumbledore, he is a great magician that all dark wizards fear, and we still have so many brave and fearless warriors..."

Eli frowned silently, and James stopped sharply, staring at him.

"What's the matter, you don't think so?" he asked in amazement, bewildered and unbelievable.

"I don't really like your downplaying and taking it for granted attitude when you say this." Eli said calmly, with a light tone, "It seems that those soldiers were born without parents, partners, relatives, friends, or children, and were born to die for bravery. "

"I didn't say that!" James said in surprise, but then, he frowned, thought for a while, and even began to hesitate.

"But I guess someone needs to do it," he murmured. "More courage, more justice, greater choices, don't you? I can't force people to do it, but I will say, I am willing—for justice, to fight evil to the last moment, even at the cost of sacrificing myself.”

Well, don't say such bad words.Eli waved his hand and ended the topic. His expression changed slightly, and he became milder almost instantly. The atmosphere in the ward immediately eased a lot, which made everyone heave a sigh of relief.

James was grinning again, and he could still remember the topic before he was interrupted, and chatted happily about Evans with his friends, and his friends listened patiently to him repeating some things. Self-imagining nonsense.Eli was by the side, watched with interest for a while, then got up to say goodbye, James waved to him, reminding him energetically.

"See you next time, remember to tell me about Evans' Muggle sister—"

Ah, that.Eli stepped out of the ward with one foot, turned around slightly, and said to him casually: "Her sister is Petunia Evans. If everything goes well, she will probably become my girlfriend during the summer vacation."

James: "...Huh? Ah?! What did you say?! Wait, Eli, make it clear, come back!!"

But Eli did it on purpose, and he left the ward after he finished speaking, leaving James jumping around in the ward, and even tried to get up from the coffin, and came to chase him by himself—but one of his legs was still not easy to walk, and he went down. Madam Pomfrey was forced to push him back to the hospital bed by the noise he made when he fell on the bed, and angrily poured him a bottle of sleeping pills, which finally calmed him down completely.

Eli walked out of the medical wing and walked forward for a while, when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching quickly from behind.He turned his head and looked back, and Sirius was running towards him at a fast pace. When the two stood face to face, they were silent for a moment.

There are not many times when they face each other like this. When Eli looked at Sirius, he thought in a wild way in his heart. Speaking of them, they are worthy of being distant relatives. If you look closely, they still look alike, but the two In normal life, one is gentle and loves to laugh, while the other is arrogant and alienated. The difference between the two is ten to ten, and there is no resemblance at all.

Sirius stared at him for a while, then asked in a slow and low voice, "So if you were there yesterday, would you draw out your wand and stand by James' side?"

"Yes." Eli said calmly, "It's not because the girl I like is a Muggle, and it has nothing to do with who I get closer to. If a person still chooses to violate his conscience in an orderly place, it can only be Said he had no conscience."

Sirius nodded in silence, he didn't speak, he seemed to want to ask only this after chasing him, now that he got the answer, he became speechless for a moment.

But Eli also had something to ask him. He looked at him fixedly and asked, "Has the matter of causing trouble for Remus made you reflect on yourself? The one who is irreparably doomed is James, will you still do that?"

Sirius froze for a moment, and said almost without thinking: "I won't do that kind of thing again, and I won't bring trouble to my friends——I'd rather bear that kind of ending by myself, even if I die It doesn't matter."

"You still don't get it," Eli said softly. "When fate wants to play a joke on a person, it never depends on his personal will. The Oedipal tragedy is not because you have done something wrong, but because you have done something wrong. You think you are doing all the right things, but fate will still mercilessly give you the worst result."

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