[HP Sirius] Sweet Potions

Hogsmeade village was much more deserted than before. There were hardly any pedestrians on the street, and the whole village looked lifeless and depressed.Only the Three Broomsticks was alive and well, where some villagers gathered just to enjoy a glass of butterbeer or cheap whiskey.

Soon, the door of the tavern was pushed open.

A tall young woman with brown hair and a dark gray wool coat walked in.With fair skin and outstanding looks, she easily attracted everyone's attention.

She looked around anxiously for a moment, and a middle-aged man wearing a top hat who was sitting in the corner suddenly took off his hat and stood up, waving to her.

"You must be Miss Green." The man forced a smile on his tired face and said to her.

"Yes, I am." The woman—that is, Ersha replied in a low voice.

At the invitation of the other party, Ersha sat down at the table.She couldn't help looking at him secretly, and accidentally found a small scar on the right side of his neck, which seemed to be caused by a severe burn.

"I'm sorry to introduce myself now." The other party said in a low voice, "My name is James Dawson, and I'm your father's former colleague."

"My father's colleague?" Ursa looked at him in surprise, "...I remember you said in your letter that you were a member of the Department of Mysteries."

"Yes. Presumably your father never told you about this." Dawson paused, and continued in a slightly lower voice, "He is also a member of the Department of Mysteries...he is a silent man. "

"My father? The Reticent Man?" Ursa murmured incredulously.

But the other party didn't seem to intend to give Ersha too much time to slowly accept this fact, but continued: "I have only one purpose to meet you today. Have you been in contact with your father recently?"

"He wrote me a letter a few days ago," Ursa replied. "Why do you ask this?"

Dawson took out a small brown leather book and a small quill from his jacket, "Can you tell me the exact date?"

Ursa gave the date, Dawson raised his eyebrows, and scribbled a line in his notebook.

"Excuse me, can I ask what happened?" Ursa couldn't help asking.

"Are you sure that your father wrote to you on that day?" Dawson raised his head from his notebook and asked with a serious expression.

"Yes."

Dawson put down his book, took a sip of his butterbeer from his glass, and watched Ursa silently.

Ursa was uncomfortable being watched by him, and under the sharp gaze of the blue-gray eyes of the other party, she always had the illusion of being completely seen through.

After a while, Dawson finally spoke hoarsely.

"Your father is missing," he said.

"Excuse me—what did you say?" Ersha opened her eyes slightly, unable to believe what she heard for a moment.

"I said, your father is missing. We haven't heard from him for a full month." Dawson said calmly.

"But I just had a letter from him last week."

"I know." Dawson suddenly sighed, "So that's what we're most worried about."

Ersha suddenly had a bad premonition, "...I don't understand."

Dawson still stared at her firmly, "How much do you know about the Department of Mysteries, Miss Green?"

"Not at all. My father never mentioned it to me."

"Then you must not know that those who work in the Department of Mysteries must report to the headquarters every two days. Due to the nature of the work, we must keep track of the geographic location and research progress of all members." Dawson said bluntly said, "But your father, Mr. Green, has not sent us any news for more than a month."

Ursa sat up straight, gripping the edge of the chair tightly.She always felt that there was something wrong here.

"We went to the apartment where he was last staying," Dawson continued. "It looked like he left in a hurry because he left most of his luggage and only took valuables. His The landlord said he had left there a month ago."

"what do you mean?"

"We suspect that he may have been threatened by some kind, so he suddenly chose to escape." Dawson replied, "To be honest, this kind of thing is not uncommon for us. Many people are very interested in what we are studying. Interest, so people often try to get secrets out of our mouths. So we usually choose to use pseudonyms, and try to get in touch with strangers."

Hearing this, Ersha couldn't help but suspect that "James Dawson" was actually a fake name.It occurred to her that her father often used an alias too, which she always thought was just to hide his wizarding status.

"In other words, he is not missing, is he?" Ursa said, "He also wrote me a letter, which is enough to prove that he is safe and sound."

"No." Dawson sighed. "In fact, we have evidence that your father was related to some very active dark wizards."

"That's impossible." Ersha frowned and said without hesitation.

Dawson stared intently at Ursa, "Your father has been seen making contact with the notorious Death Eaters, Miss Green. We believe they are trying to get your father to join them. Sadly, we think they have succeeded .”

Ursa felt humiliated, and she didn't believe what Dawson said at all.Her father had always hated the Dark Arts very much, and had always liked Muggles, so it was absolutely impossible for him to join forces with the Death Eaters.

"My father would never do that. He hates Death Eaters." Ursa said with a slightly trembling voice, but her expression was very firm.

"Of course I hope you're right." Dawson said. He turned his head suddenly and pointed to the scar on his neck. "See this? It was caused by a failed potion experiment. I almost Burned half my face. Luckily your father was there and he saved me at the risk of getting burned himself."

He turned his head to look at Ersa, his tense expression finally softened, "Your father is my savior, of course I don't want to believe that he will become a Death Eater. But the Ministry of Magic obviously don't Think so. You’ve heard all the horrible things that have happened lately that make people paranoid and trust no one around them, so they don’t let anyone they suspect go unnoticed.”

"...But they don't have evidence." Ersha gritted her teeth and said.

"They've got testimony from a sleazy Death Eater, so they've pretty much found your father guilty. Your father has been helping the Ministry of Magic with secret potions research, so they don't want the enemy to get those precious research data."

"Then that Death Eater must be lying—don't those idiots from the Ministry of Magic even have the ability to tell lies?" Ursa said angrily, her face was showing a rare sullen look, and her hair was gradually fading away. turned a dull crimson.

"If my information is correct, they will probably put your father on the hunt list after Christmas." Dawson said with a worried face. "I'm sorry, Miss Green. Our only hope now is You, if you can get in touch with your father before Christmas, maybe things can turn around."

"I will." Ersa said firmly, "I will definitely find him."

Time passed quickly, and Christmas was just around the corner.

James' parents kindly invited Sirius to their house for Christmas, and Sirius readily agreed.

Last summer, he spent the most perfect summer vacation of his life at the Potter family.The Potters were extremely enthusiastic, and they treated him almost better than their son James, and even made him feel a little at a loss.

In fact, he's always been a little bit jealous of James because he has everything he's ever wanted.

He and James spent two days working out their plans for the holiday.They plan to research more gizmos for mischief, and plan to visit all of London's famous haunted houses.

Sirius suddenly realized that this was the first time in his life that he was looking forward to the coming Christmas.

There's only one week left until the Christmas holidays.

One midnight, Sirius suddenly woke up from his sleep.He felt something alive pressing against his arm, and he woke up suddenly.

He lifted the quilt, only to realize that it was actually the toad of the boy in the next bed.He threw Toad off the bed, turned over, and found that he could no longer sleep.

A few minutes later, he quietly got up from the bed, picked up the school robe and put it over the pajamas.He walked past the sleeping James, and pulled out the silver silk from under James' cupboard.

This wasn't the first time he'd sneaked off James' Invisibility Cloak for a night out.So he put on the invisibility cloak with ease, and nimbly got out of the hole in the portrait.

"What's the matter?" said the fat lady sleepily in the portrait, but she saw no one.So she closed her eyes again and continued to doze off as usual.

Sirius walked briskly down the empty corridor.Such moments always made him feel very happy and comfortable, as if the whole of Hogwarts was opened up for him.

He left Gryffindor Tower, intending to head to the kitchen for a late-night snack.

But when he passed by the balcony of the corridor on the second floor, he was suddenly attracted by a figure.The man was standing leaning on the railing, wearing a white silk pajamas robe and a purple woolen shawl.This made her look much thinner than usual.

"Call God to protect you." She whispered hoarsely, and a silver-white four-legged creature shot out from the tip of her staff.

The petite patron saint swiftly jumped out of the balcony, and then quickly disappeared into the dense night.