[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

"Sirius of the Black family has been expelled from the family." Edgar Bones said, he pushed open the door and sat down with a dusty servant all over. He raised his hand tiredly and rubbed the space between his brows. Big, I remember that kid seems to be still studying at Hogwarts? Did I see his name in the school newspaper before?"

"Yes, of course." Rupert Hagrid said gruffly, apparently having a lot of his own opinions on the matter, "That's a likable kid! Smart, excellent, although a bit too mischievous, but Definitely a good boy!"

"Judging from the fact that he was expelled from the Black family, this statement is quite credible." Fabian Prewett commented, exchanging glances with his brother Gideon Prewett, "Seriously , in the current situation, not openly opposing Voldemort is no different from standing on Voldemort's side. Malfoy, Rozier, Lestrange, Dolohov, Carlo, Black, seriously , I think these families are all suspects. Why didn't the Ministry of Magic check their left arms? I doubt it's a one-off check."

The Prewett family is also a family that has produced many Slytherins. Their family is more or less particular about ostentation, otherwise Molly would not have been forced to choose to elope with Arthur.But both he and his brother could undoubtedly see through what kind of person Voldemort was, and stood firmly on the opposite side of Voldemort-don't think that the Prewett family lacked sobriety and bravery.

"Because if one of them is not checked, the Ministry of Magic will almost humiliate the faces of these famous families. No minister of the Ministry of Magic can take such a risk. Although the suspicion is heavy, we still can only implement suspicion Never have no principles." Alastor Moody snorted coldly, with strong displeasure in his tone, "I also think this is a good idea, how about one of you cast an Imperius Curse on me, and then order me to forcibly Break into these people's homes to check..."

"Then the person who cast the spell on you and you will both be imprisoned in Azkaban." Edgar Burns warned him with an emphatic tone, guarding against the blood of his colleagues, "Don't really do that, Alastor, we don't have many people, don't be wasted by such meaningless things, every loss is heavy for us."

Moody glanced at him, twitched the corners of his mouth, and sighed: "Of course I know, Edgar, don't be so nervous."

"Well, I do have some paranoia recently." Edgar was silent for a moment, sighed, shook his head, rubbed the space between his brows again, and managed to pull himself together, "You all know that everyone in our family is following a clear-cut I strongly oppose Voldemort. Recently, everyone has been attacked to varying degrees. My sister just graduated from Hogwarts and entered St. Mungo's after being attacked. I really..."

He paused, his Adam's apple rolled, and he took a deep breath. The people on the left and right patted his arm to comfort him, and everyone fell into silence for a while.

"Let's not talk about that." Edgar shook his head, glanced at the other members in the room, and changed the subject, "Where's Lyle? Why didn't you see him?"

"He's at home with the child," Moody said. "It's the full moon, and as you know, his child was bitten before. Now his wife is not in good health, and the werewolf is getting bigger and harder to control. It's safer for him to be there in person." some."

Each has its own difficulties.Edgar nodded and couldn't help sighing again.He suddenly remembered something, and frowned, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Is there a new potion on the market recently... called Wolfsbane Potion?" He recalled, "It was invented by Slytherin's potion master Damcos, and I remember claiming that drinking it a week before the night of the full moon can Keep the werewolf sane while transforming."

"Ten Galleons a bottle." Gideon Prewett said, "It's basically an unbearable burden for the Lyle family."

Everyone was silent for a while, and the room full of members of the Order of the Phoenix fell into a brief silence.

"Be patient, Remus, wolfbane is on the market, wait until... When Dad saves enough money, I can go buy you a bottle." When the house that was tightly sealed by the curse finally returned to silence, Lyle Lupine rushed in immediately, held his son in his arms distressedly, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and carefully avoided the bloodstains on his body, his heart ached beyond measure, "Wait a little longer, Remus, wait a little longer Dad, Dad must..."

"No, Dad," Remus said softly.He really didn't have the strength to speak loudly and struggle, and accepted his father's care weakly, closing his eyes silently, not wanting to hide the guilt in his eyes, "I'm fine this month, Dad... you go and take care Mom, she is very sick and needs your company."

"I'm sorry, Remus..." Mr. Lupine said guiltily. He took a deep breath and couldn't calm down his sad mood. "If I had acted more cautiously when I exposed Fenrir Greyback, maybe you I won't be bitten... If my grades in Potions class were better, maybe I could make wolfbane potion for you myself... If I can make more money now, maybe I don't have to watch you and me Your mother's situation and nothing you can do..."

"Don't say that, Dad." Remus smiled lightly, and shook his head soothingly at him, "I'm almost used to it, really, I should be the one to say sorry, if it wasn't for me, you and Mom would definitely I could live a much better life than I have now.”

Lyle Lupine was quiet for a moment. He stared at his son, thought of his wife, and unconsciously struggled in his eyes.

"Maybe things would have changed if I had been more sensible," he murmured. "You know what, Remus? There was word from the Death Eaters that I was on Fantastic Beasts." Talents are very useful..."

After being stunned briefly, Remus Lupine suddenly struggled violently.

"Don't do it for me!" he said bitterly, a flush of emotion appearing on his pale cheeks.He struggled to sit up, shaking his head violently at his father.

"Don't shake your bottom line for me—" He panted violently, his voice became hoarse with eagerness, "I don't deserve—nor do I want—if I live better, I need to rely on other people's sacrifices to achieve it , it should be me who should not continue to exist! I'm really okay - I have my friends! I'm content with my life now! Really!"

"I'm satisfied with my life now, really." Sirius Black said, "I still have my friends. Don't worry, James, I really have nothing to worry about."

The Potters prepared a separate room for him, warmly accepted him, and happily stated that he could stay as long as he wanted, and he could live there until he got married and formed his own new family——Sirius hadn't thought that far yet, But he was undoubtedly grateful for the acceptance of his best friend's parents.Although he had lived in Potter's house for several consecutive summer vacations before, but after being expelled from the family, this feeling was different.

At least now he's not a homeless man.

"You can live here at ease, buddy." James said with hatred, and patted him on the shoulder. "My house has enough rooms! What's there to be nostalgic about being expelled from there? If it was me, I would have run away. God, they force you to kneel down to the mysterious man and lick his shoes, I think they can do such a thing."

Who said otherwise.Sirius nodded silently, a faint shadow cast over his face.

"It's not that home that I'm fleeing," he said softly, "but the refined egoistic life that requires one to put one's conscience aside. I want to live free, and no one wants to tie me down."

"Don't mention them." He was silent for a while, changed the subject, and turned to look at his friend, "Why do you seem to have no energy after the summer vacation, James?"

James froze for a moment, raised his hand and ran through his hair.

"I'm thinking about Evans." He hesitated for a while, and then he and Sirius lay down by the window and sighed, "Sirius, did you say that we teased Snape after the exam? make a mistake?"

"He cast the magic sword on you." Sirius reminded him, "If Eli knew the counter-curse, the wound on your face would hang for how long, and the Mudblood was the one who turned on Evans himself. Shouting, you didn't force him."

"But..." James paused, and whispered, "But Evans is very sad."

She was very sad, even though she countered Snape indifferently to her face, and resolutely drew a clear line with Snape that night, a good student like her would leave Gryffindor Tower alone after the curfew, Go back to the grass where everything happened during the day and wander alone, curl up quietly in a moonless night, and wipe away tears quietly.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen Evans cry, both times because of the same person.This girl is smart and resolute, beautiful and tough, good-natured and principled, and he really likes her very much.

And just like last time, he stood looking at him from a place where she could not find him, and he didn't have the courage to take off the invisibility cloak and appear in front of her.At that moment, he was in an untimely trance, thinking in his heart that the last time he saw her cry, he felt that she shouldn't cry for someone who was not worthy, and that was the first time he found himself fond of her.

But now, he had grown to like her very much, but he couldn't deny that he was also responsible for making her cry this time.

He likes someone, he wants to see her smile brightly and briskly all the time, and he doesn't want to see her weeping sadly again.

"Don't look at me with that look, what do you want to see?" Snape said coldly, staring at Eli in front of him, cold and aggressive, "I'm sad and crying alone, waiting to be comforted by you ? Don't be a fool, Smith."

"I remember you just broke up with Lily, not with me, Severus." Eli said calmly, ignoring his resistance.Although this was the first time he entered his friend's house, he ignored his friend's unwelcoming cold face, and he dragged a chair for himself, and sat down opposite him.

"I didn't expect you to still live here." He said, "It's been a while since your parents passed away. If you want, I think you can sell the house that your parents left you and replace it with a smaller one. , but a place with a better environment... You shouldn’t have any good memories here, if it’s another minor, maybe I won’t ask too much, but the current owner of this house is you after all.”

Snape stared sharply at his spontaneous action, and the corners of his lips curled up coldly in a mocking smile after Eli's question.

"I also ask Mr. Smith not to use his extra kindness on me." He used a smooth tone, with a soft and silky tone, "Why don't you spend time doing something more meaningful? , the beloved son of the famous best-selling author, the grandson of the Lestrange family, and the editor-in-chief of the Hogwarts school newspaper? What a dazzling name."

Eli watched him silently.

"If you had a name like mine, you wouldn't break up with Lily, would you?" he said quietly.

The expression on Snape's face froze suddenly, and he pulled out his wand forcefully.

Eli didn't move, he just sat there, looking at Snape.

"I know you don't want to point your wand at your friends," he said, "and if you did, maybe you'd actually hang out with your Slytherin friends instead of asking them to let go when they're hurting the innocent." over your friend."

Snape's expression froze again, and he stared at Eli's face for a long time.

"Yes." He said, his face seemed to be calm and unchanging, only the pain that could no longer be hidden was slowly revealed in his eyes, and his chest began to heave violently.

"Yes, if I had your name and your conditions, maybe I wouldn't break up with Lily." He said softly, looking into Eli's eyes, and continued calmly, "If I also lived a decent life since childhood life, with family love, and a decent background, maybe I won’t always be so inferior, I won’t always feel that I’m not worthy of Lily’s friendship, and I can’t expect to win her heart. Maybe I can also be like Like Potter, when she finds out that she likes her, she can immediately yell to everyone without any psychological burden. I will not be afraid of people knowing that I like her. I know that it is definitely not a shameful shame for her. ..."

He looked at Eli and smiled faintly, almost hearing his heart-piercing pain.

"You know, Eli?" he said, "I could have had all of what I said—my mother's name is Prince, the pure-blood Prince you know. Better than never The painful thing is that I could have all of these. If you were me, Eli, would you really be willing? How would you choose?"

"I want a lot." Snape's voice was as soft as a whisper, telling Eli as well as himself, "and I have nothing left to lose."

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