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["It...it means...what does it mean?" "It means," said Dumbledore, "that the man who had but one chance to vanquish Golem forever was born near ten

At the end of July six years ago.The boy's parents had defeated Voldemort three times. Harry felt as if something was binding him tightly. His breathing seemed to be labored again.

Difficult.

"It means—me?"

Dumbledore studied him for a moment through his eyes.

"Harry," he said softly, "it's odd that it might not refer to you at all. Sybil's prophecy could have been applied to two wizard boys who were there

Born at the end of July of a year, their parents are both in the Order of the Phoenix, and they have all escaped from the hands of Voldemort three times.One is you, of course, and the other is Neville Longbottom.

"

"But...but, why is my name in the prophecy and not Neville's?"

"The official records were relabeled after Voldemort attacked you when you were a child," said Dumbledore.

You're the only one Old Demon wants to kill, because he knows you're who Sybill is referring to. "

"But—couldn't that be me?" said Harry. "I suppose," said Dumbledore slowly, as if every word cost him a great deal of effort, "

I'm afraid that person is undoubtedly you. "However, you just said——Neville is also sitting at the end of July—and his parents—""You always remember the prophecy

Halfway through, the final identifying characteristic of the boy who would conquer Voldemort... Voldemort himself labeled him his arch-enemy.He did, Harry.He chose you, not

It's Neville.He left this scar on your forehead that has proven to be both a blessing and a curse. "

"But he may have chosen the wrong one!" Harry said, "or marked the wrong person!" "He chose the boy who he thought was most likely to pose a threat to him." Dumbledore

Say more, and be careful, Harry: he chooses, not pure-bloods (according to his creed, only pure-blood wizards are the only ones who can exist or are worth knowing.

of) but of mixed blood, like himself.He saw himself in you before he saw you, and when he marked you with that scar, he failed to do so.

It kills you on purpose, but instead gives you strength and a chance to grow.That's what allowed you to escape from him, not just once, but four times so far—

And neither your parents nor Neville's parents have done this.

"Then why did he do that?" Harry asked, feeling cold and unconscious, "Why did he try to kill me when I was a baby?"

?He should wait until Neville and I grow up to see who is more threatening to him, and then try to kill that person—" "It may indeed be more effective

way," said Dumbledore, "but it does not rule out the fact that Voldemort does not fully understand the content of the prophecy.Sybil chose the Hog's Head because it was cheap.And the pig's head

The pub has long attracted, if we may say so, a far more interesting clientele than the Three Broomsticks.You and your mates have struggled to find out, and I

On that night too, this bar is by no means a safe place where you can count on your conversation not being overheard.Of course, when I set off to meet Sybill Trelawney

, I never dreamed that I would hear something of great value.My, I should say our luck, was that the eavesdropper only heard a fraction of the prophecy before he was discovered,

Then he was thrown out of the bar. "So he just heard—"

"He only heard the beginning, which was prophesied that the boy's birthday would be in July, and that the parents had defeated Voldemort three times. So it was impossible for him to remind Voldemort that he would risk his energy by attacking you."

The danger transmitted to you makes you a match for it.So Voldemort never knew it was dangerous to attack you, and it would be wise to wait and get more

thing.He didn't know you'd have 'powers the Dark Lord doesn't know'—"

"But, I don't!" Harry gasped, "I don't have any energy that he doesn't have, I can't fight like he did tonight, I can't control people or—or

Kill them—”]

It's really important that Voldemort marks it as a rival.

You can think about it, if there are ten people who meet these conditions at the same time, then whoever Voldemort chooses determines who will defeat him, but it doesn't really matter who.

Well, I think it is this mark that determines what will happen to this person in the future, how to grow, train and finally have the power to defeat Voldemort.

So, in my case, Neville is the chosen one and Harry is not.

This 'not' power is actually very powerful.

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☆、The Changed WorldⅢ

1981 11 Month 3 Day.

It was cloudy, cold, and it looked like it was going to snow.

The Hog's Head Pub in Hogsmeade.

An elderly witch pushed open the wooden door of the bar and walked in. Her expression was serious and dignified.

She was wearing a long green dress embroidered with lace, and a tall hat over her scruffy hair.There is a stuffed eagle on the top of the hat, and a huge scarlet handbag dangles between her arms-this very old-fashioned clothes seem to help this witch create an aura that strangers don't get close to.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Longbottom." Dumbledore stood up to greet her, "Because you wrote back that it was not convenient to visit your house, so I made an appointment here. Would you like some drinks?"

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore." Augusta Longbottom refused him bluntly, "but I hope to go home sooner."

"Okay, then let's make a long story short." Dumbledore pushed his slippery glasses and led her to the private room, "Please follow me. Because the next conversation must only be known to the two of us."

In the somewhat shabby box, Augusta Longbottom watched silently as Dumbledore waved his wand and cast several sound-proofing spells and protection spells.

"That's right, first of all I should apologize for asking you to come out at this time, but some..." Dumbledore put his hands on the table with a solemn expression, "About Voldemort, about your grandson Neville Longbottom something I have to..."

Hearing that name, Augusta Longbottom trembled, and interrupted Dumbledore again: "If you have anything to say, please speak up. I have limited time, so we'd better save those unnecessary words."

For this behavior that can be said to be impolite, Dumbledore did not show the slightest displeasure.

He understood the mood of the lady in front of him.

Dumbledore sat upright on the chair, crossed his fingers in his elegant robe, and said in a calm voice with a slight hint of grief, "...I'm sorry about Frank and Alice."

"Are you sorry?" Augusta raised his voice suddenly, as if a scratched record suddenly let out a high-pitched scream, "No, you don't need to be sorry, Professor Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​their pride! And me, I'm just sad why is this all at the expense of my child?! All the wizards are celebrating You-Know-Who is finally gone, only me, only me..." Her voice was hoarse and sad, as if she was overwhelmed , "Can you understand? Everyone in the world is laughing and toasting, and they are blessing my grandson--the boy who lived! No one cares if he lost his parents, no one lost Parents and children are sad! Everyone is celebrating - only me, only me in the whole world..." She fell on the table and let out a deep sob.

She was just an ordinary old witch, but she was different from all wizards at this time.She didn't have a trace of joy, no matter whether the sky in the whole wizarding world was sunny or not, her sky was dark.

She was just crying for her baby.

Dumbledore looked at the weeping Augusta, and silently handed over a handkerchief.

He thought for a while, and said, "I can understand your feelings, some..."

"I know." Augusta interrupted him, she wiped away the tears on her face, only the red eye sockets could faintly show the fragility just now on her resolute face, "All wizards know that Dumbledore has experienced Zhan...Frank and Alice always talk about you, they admire you very much."

"They are all brave fighters." Dumbledore said, "They deserve my admiration even more."

"You didn't come out to me today to comfort me with these words, did you?" Augusta adjusted her mood and looked at Dumbledore seriously, "And I can also guess that it's because of little Neville."

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded.

"I knew it," Augusta pressed the almost soaked handkerchief between her hands, and sat upright, "he's a little trouble now." She sighed with pity in her tone.

"Oh, yes," said Dumbledore, laughing. "That's what Minerva told me before I came—'He'll be famous, a legend. I wouldn't be surprised at all, Button Day. There will be many books about Neville, and every child in our world will know his name!' That's what she told me."

Augusta ignored those vain reputations, she just greeted her old friend: "Is Minerva okay?"

"Very good, the students like her Transfiguration." Dumbledore replied with a smile, but when it came to the question about Neville, his tone became serious again, "Where is Neville now? ?”

"At his uncle Algina. Don't worry, the escaped Death Eaters won't find him." Augusta said, "I'd love to hear what you think, Professor Dumbledore, what do you think of Neville?" of."

Dumbledore sat up straight again, which was his focus today.

"Considering that the situation Minerva said is indeed true, and that situation is enough to make any child lose his mind." Dumbledore looked at Augusta and said earnestly, "So I think, Maybe it would be better for him to let him grow up away from all that stuff and let him know until he's okay with it."

Augusta froze, only letting Dumbledore's thoughts fill her brain.

"Whether he is with you or where, regardless of his talents, don't tell him anything about him defeating Voldemort and let him grow up like a normal kid. That's what I want to ask of you today. "

Augusta buried her face in her hands and didn't answer him.And Dumbledore took a deep look at her, and said softly: "Besides, you don't have to worry too much about your safety. Believe me, the escaped Death Eaters can't take care of themselves."

"It's an honor to meet you today, Mrs. Longbottom. I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first." Dumbledore, who had already accomplished the purpose of this trip, stood up, and finally said, "I'm waiting for your reply."

"Goodbye, Augusta." Dumbledore pushed open the door. "Bless you and little Neville."

"Goodbye, Dumbledore," Augusta trembled, "bless you too."

1981 11 Month 5 Day.

Dumbledore had received a letter, delivered by a serious old owl.

Inside the envelope was a clean handkerchief and a note with only three lines on it.

[We unanimously agree with your proposal, Professor Dumbledore, who has now moved out of the original house.

Yes, for Merlin's sake, he was at least happy when he didn't know it.

Sincerely, Augusta Longbottom. ]

1981 11 Month 8 Day.

12 Grimmauld Place.

Sirius had a nightmare that ended with a series of explosions.When he struggled to open his eyes, he realized that there were continuous and louder knocks on the door.

"Please... come in." He shouted, only to realize that his voice was very hoarse.

He supported the bed with his hands and wanted to sit up, but he tried his best with his arms but failed to support his body, instead he fell directly on the bed without strength.

Sirius sighed, and wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose and forehead with his hands.The hair on his forehead was wet.

It was one of his worst nightmares.Working hard, sweating all over, the whole body seems to be tortured to death by Cruciatus, but I can't tell anyone...

No.It occurred to Sirius that maybe he could write a letter to Harry?But how can James and Lily not see it?

"Sirius?" Regulus who pushed the door into the room interrupted Sirius' thoughts, he saw Sirius' pale face and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

In Regulus' memory, even if Sirius was punished by his mother, he was not so weak after being locked up in the room with a family tree on the wall for two days.Perhaps it should be said that in all his memories of Sirius since he was a child, he will always be like a strong wolf.

"I'm fine, I just had a nightmare." Sirius sat up with the help of Regulus, who put a pillow behind him to make him more comfortable, "Maybe it's because the Ministry of Magic was perverted before. The same censorship, it makes me see them all in my dreams." After waking up for a long time, Sirius' face has already calmed down.

"By the way, isn't this morning the last interrogation of the Malfoy family? What's the result?" Sirius suddenly remembered what he missed during his nightmare, and asked hastily.

"Acquitted." Regulus said, "Lucius is much more powerful than you, Sirius. His eloquent tongue almost convinced the investigators that the Malfoy family was pure from ancient times. In the end, even the Director of Magic They all started to speak for him-of course their money transactions are not known to outsiders."

"That's why I came to you, Lucius and Cissy are here."

Sirius frowned: "Why are they here at this time? Don't you know how to avoid suspicion?"

As soon as Sirius finished speaking, he heard someone responding to him at the door, and Malfoy, who had escaped the catastrophe, was full of pretentiousness: "You don't have to worry about this, I can guarantee that this meeting is definitely the safest in the world One of the meetings." Lucius echoed what Sirius had said at his house, "I'm not kidding about the Malfoys' and Blacks' hard-won innocence...Besides, what is 'this kind of time'?"

"You can do it, Lucius." Sirius scolded with a smile, "I almost returned what I told you back then."

"What does that old Chinese saying say, Feng Shui turns?" Lucius raised his eyebrows.Narcissa and Regulus laughed when they saw each other.

Sirius on the bed waved his hands again and again when he heard Lucius' words and the laughter of the two, with an expression of "I don't want to talk to you".

"By the way, did the Ministry of Magic appoint you to be the director of the Muggle Department? You have no future, should I help you talk about changing the department?" Lucius asked Sirius.After this period of united front, he had deeply regarded Sirius as his own, not to mention he was originally his own from Narcissa. "I heard you're still in the same department as that Weasley, really... tsk tsk tsk."

"What's the 'What Muggle' Department?" Sirius rolled his eyes at Lucius, "It's the Department of Muggle Research and Misuse of Muggle Materials, please read it right next time? Besides, what about Weasley?" Don't keep talking about their family, let me say that the Weasleys are pretty good, aren't they also pure blood? If in some respects their family is better than ours, at least there is nothing on the arm that violates the pure blood wizard Aesthetics' marks were not used by Voldemort."

"You..." Before Lucius could speak, Narcissa changed the subject.

"Your department is really strange." Narcissa said, "Isn't this contradictory? Why don't you change your department, Sirius?"

"No, I think it's pretty good, I like this." Sirius stretched his waist, "At least there, no one will yell at me when I study Muggle motorcycles, how comfortable it is."

"No one is yelling at you now, okay! Sirius." Narcissa frowned even tighter.

"Come on, Sissy. You said that except for Uncle Alphard, none of you yelled at me, especially my mother... Oh, and Rael, he didn't yell at me either, just said a few words."

Narcissa looked at a few pictures of Muggle motorcycles pasted on Sirius's wall, and said nothing more wisely - she knew that no matter what she said, it would be useless.But as her eyes scanned the motorcycle posters on the wall and the giant Gryffindor flag, she caught something of interest.

"That," Narcissa asked Lucius, pointing to a photo, "Did you see that little man in the Ministry of Magic? He seems to be escorted to Azkaban by dementors?"

Lucius took a look and nodded: "Yes."

Sirius fell silent.

It was one of the many photos on the wall. The photo showed all the Gryffindors of that year. The magic was permanent. The camera shot across everyone's young faces, keeping their smiles forever.

Sirius looked at the picture and suddenly fell into thought.

This is the only official group photo of the four of them.

Remus seemed to have just passed the full moon at that time, and his face was still a little pale.

James always messes up his hair and laughs handsomely.

As for him, at that time, he was far less mature and vicissitudes than he is now, a young and happy Sirius.

Also, Peter...

"By the way, Sirius, is the child of the Potter family in the photo more than one year old, born the same year as Draco? It seems to be a little younger than Xiaolong?" Narcissa looked at another picture on the wall. The photo, there were only four people in that photo - Sirius, Remus, Potter and his girlfriend Evans.She said excitedly: "How about you arrange a meeting someday, I want to find Xiaolong a playmate of similar age."

"Oh, I'll ask Lily and them." Sirius said wearily, "If it's okay, I'd like to sleep some more, I'm very tired."

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【Let's send a famous quote】

The past belongs to the god of death, the future belongs to oneself

Once I belonged to azrael, but the future will belong

—— Shelley, "Choices in Adversity" Famous British Romantic Poet

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Chapter 10 The Story of Kreacher [The young Sirius used posters and pictures to cover the silver-gray walls with only a few gaps, and Harry guessed that Sirius' parents couldn't deal with the permanent sticking spell , because he was sure that they would never agree with the eldest son's taste in decoration.Sirius seemed to be trying to annoy his parents on purpose.There were several large Gryffindor banners in the room, faded scarlet and gold to mark him apart from the rest of the Slytherin family.Some pictures of Muggle motorcycles were also plastered on the walls, and (Harry did admire Sirius' courage) were posters of several Muggle girls in bikinis.Harry recognized them as Muggles because they were fixed to the painting, their faded smiles and bright eyes motionless.In stark contrast to these images is the only wizarding photo on the wall, showing four Hogwarts students arm in arm, laughing for the camera.

Harry ran briskly over, and he recognized his father, with the messy black hair sticking up on the back of his head, just like Harry, and he also wore glasses.Standing next to his father was Sirius, casually handsome, with a slightly haughty face, younger and happier than Harry had ever seen him before.Pettigrew, to Sirius' right, was a head shorter than he was, with small, round, watery eyes gleaming with the excitement of being in the company of such a cool group of people.To James' left was Lupine, a bit shabby by comparison, but just as beaming -- they loved him and accepted him, but maybe it was just because they saw Harry saw the picture?He wanted to take it off the wall; it was his now, after all, Sirius had left him everything, but Harry couldn't take it off.It seemed Sirius had taken all precautions to prevent his parents from redecorating the house. 】

I really like this chapter.

I always feel that Grandma Long is a bit weird in the text sometimes, what do you think?

The previous setting was that the Potter family had a Golden Snidget, not a ball, but a magical creature, alive.

What do you think?

The current idea is that this product will come in handy in the future＞▽＜

☆、The Changed WorldⅣ

1981 12 Month 25 Day.

Christmas.

Harry got up from the bed yawning. He was growing so fast that the cradle was no longer enough for him to sleep in, so James got him a big bed.It was really a big bed, and Harry figured that even when he grew to Hagrid's size, it would still be big enough to sleep in.

Of course, his so-called bigness is only bigness in the eyes of children.

Harry rolled away from the thickly cushioned bed and rolled straight onto the soft carpet, and he yawned again, still not used to a child's body despite his rapid growth.

He sat on the carpet and rubbed his eyes, when James pushed open the door and called him, "Harry, are you up yet? Mom, Dad and Padfoot Moon Face have prepared gifts for Harry."

"Get up, Dad." Harry yawned again, and James walked right in and picked him up. "Come on, Dad will take you to unwrap the presents."

"Okay!" Harry responded excitedly.

Mom's gift was a small sweater, which was put on by Lily when Harry went out.He looked down at the stag pattern on the sweater, then at the larger stag on James' new sweater.

"Mom, I love you." Harry kissed his mother on the cheek, taking advantage of his father's height, "I think my stag is more handsome than my father's."

"I also think yours is more handsome than your father's." Lily said with a smile.

Dad's gift was a small box with beautiful patterns and intricate protection magic.

Harry was about to open it when James stopped him: "Harry, Dad promises that this is the best one, so let's see the best one last."

Harry curled his lip, letting Dad's brazen braggadocio go.

The rest of the presents were placed under the Christmas tree, and Harry sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by Christmas gifts and was extremely happy.

He casually took a gift from the pile of gifts beside him: "This one is the biggest, so let's take it apart."

Remus's gift was a large box of homemade chocolates, which were colorful and looked different.

"The craftsmanship of the moon face is really getting better and better." James commented seriously after eating a piece, and Harry held a large box in front of Lily as if offering a treasure, and smiled.

Lily smiled and picked up one and bit off half, and then fed the other half to Harry: "Be careful of toothache, this big box will be kept by mom, and you can only eat two a day."

Harry endured the jeers from his father while Lily took the chocolates and put them away.

Hmph, let mom confiscate your funny toys when the time comes, and see you still laughing at me.he thought to himself.

When it comes to funny toys, Harry has to admit that James is better than George and Fred combined.Harry considered that he could introduce the Hogwarts Destroyers graduation group and the Hogwarts Comedians first-year group to get to know each other.

Hey Hey.

Sirius' gift was a broomstick for a kid his age.

Harry was stunned when he opened the wrapping paper on the broomstick.He knew this broom, but he didn't realize that he would receive it at this moment—the one in Sirius' room during his escape to 12 Grimmauld Place, the one in the photo in Lily's letter!

He still clearly remembered what was written in that letter... Harry suddenly wanted to cry, he lowered his head and wiped away his tears while his parents were not paying attention.

"Here, Padfoot wrote to you." James looked at the text message and handed it to Harry, "Can you understand it, son, do you want Dad to read it to you?"

Harry glared at his father, took the letter - something was wrong with him.

There was only one line on the letter—"To Harry, a Christmas present." But the letter paper was very thick, and Harry folded the letter and stuffed it into his trouser pocket while James and Lily were not paying attention.

"Petunia didn't send a gift this year?" James asked Lily, "I'm really looking forward to it."

Lily thumped James' chest: "No one knows we are here except Padfoot and the others. How can Penny send a gift if she doesn't know the address."

"Yes, yes, dear, what you said is true." James kissed Lily on the face, "I didn't even kiss my son just now..."

Lily glanced at her son, smiled and hit James again.

Harry basically spent the rest of the afternoon on the broom, during which he aimed countless times at the ugly vase that was said to be a gift from Aunt Petunia, and then slammed into it (please he didn't really want to I smashed it just to let my mother's original letter be verified again), but every time, my mother stopped me with a magic spell.

It was all the fault of the broom that it only got two feet off the ground, or he could fly better.

But even the ordinary way of flying made my father full of praise, and my mother even took pictures of him.

In the end, on the final flight with Lily's admonishment, Harry managed to knock the vase off the table, but it didn't shatter, because this time Mom magically protected the vase.

"Yeah—" Harry said unconvincedly that he could do nothing.

The good times always passed quickly. In the evening, after eating all kinds of delicious Christmas dinners, Harry hiccupped and wandered back to his room to sleep.

It was only when he took off his pants that he remembered the letter he secretly hid.

The letter was, as Harry had guessed, two layers.After folding it, Harry simply tore off the cover layer.

[Dear Harry.

I had a dream the other day about Peter and I years ago... you know.

What a nightmare.

Some time ago, the Ministry of Magic cleaned up all Voldemort's old ministries, and we had to argue under various interrogations every day, but fortunately, Rael and I were fine in the end (I think that dream had something to do with being tired).

And the Malfoy family, I told you a little bit before, but you probably don't know much about the Malfoy family.

The godfather here solemnly tells you that under my strong influence, the whole Malfoy family (including Draco, who is as old as you) has long since defected.

This is not worth mentioning.

By the way, after the reform of the Ministry of Magic, I was the director of the Department of Muggle Artifact Research and the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, and the deputy director was Arthur Weasley, the father of your former good friend.

I'd heard of him a bit before, and had a feeling we'd get along pretty well on Muggle items.Hope you can still be friends with old friends after school, Ron and Hermione are brave kids.

Do you still like Christmas presents?I originally wanted to give you an owl so that we can communicate, but considering that you are only over a year old, it is too strange to communicate with you.

I really hope you grow up soon.

Godfather Padfoot.

If it is inconvenient, there is no need to reply. ]

After reading the letter, Harry thought about it, and felt that he was only over a year old. If he wrote the letter seriously, James and Lily would definitely doubt it, so he had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​replying.

correct.Speaking of that letter...

Where's his cat?

Before Harry fell asleep, he suddenly remembered that the letter said he had almost killed the kitten.

Well.How to ask mother kitten?

at night.

Lily put the photo in the revealing potion and started writing.The letter was indistinguishable from the one Harry had once found in Sirius' bedroom, because they were one letter.

The difference may be that Lily greeted Sirius briefly at the beginning of the letter, and after a few small chats, she began to talk about a very important change in Harry's life full of various changes: [Although I can't object to James saying that Harry has Quidditch Talent, but I sincerely envy Tom, who was fostered at Bathilda's house and escaped this disaster.

By the way, you wrote earlier that Narcissa Malfoy wanted to meet us and find a playmate for her son (Draco, right?)?I thought about it and thought it was good. James also felt that Harry needed a little friend. Godric's Hollow basically didn't have any wizard children of Harry's age. I was afraid he would be alone.

It's really too cold now, Harry and James are bored in the house.James is sad because he doesn’t want Harry to see that he can go out but he can’t. Although I don’t think Harry has had so many thoughts yet, it can be seen from this that James is really a good father. He's taking Harry to play with his weird stuff now... but as long as they don't blow up the house, the rest is up to you.

But soon James won't be able to spend so much time with Harry anymore, because he will be working in the Auror office after a while (he also passed the disguise test, this news was notified to us some time ago, I have to say magic It was really too messy to add innovation to the Ministry some time ago), so that you will become colleagues.

Although I think the Auror profession is a bit dangerous, but James is undoubtedly suitable for this profession, he can fully adapt to that kind of danger (I can see that he is very boring at home except to tease Harry, not to mention that the invisibility cloak is still in Dumbledore) .

Finally, I really hope that you can come to stay for two days after you have finished dealing with the family affairs. We miss you very much, especially little Harry. Today he secretly hid the letter you attached to the broom and thought we didn’t see it, especially cute.

Lily, Prongs, Harry. ]

Lily folded the letter and stuffed it into the envelope, then took the developed photo out of the potion, cast a quick-drying spell, looked at it several times before stuffing it into the envelope.

She sighed, and stood at the window watching the flying sphinx, listening to the muffled laughter of Muggle children from the street, and suddenly wondered whether wizards should be encouraged to have more offspring.

Sirius returned to his room after eating a sumptuous Christmas dinner, and within 2 minutes of sitting on a chair, he heard the sound of a beak knocking on the window. He turned his head casually and saw an owl standing gracefully in the night on the window frame.

"Sphinx!" Sirius jumped up from the chair and opened the window happily, "Did Lily call you here?"

The Sphinx strolled in from the window, gently spit out the letter into Sirius' hand, rubbed his head twice on his palm, and flew home impatiently.

"Oh." Sirius opened the letter, first saw the photo of Harry flying in and out of the photo on a broomstick, and praised his godson without hesitation, "Harry is so handsome."

Reaching out to close the window, Sirius opened the letter and walked to the bed, reading the letter under the soft light of the bedside lamp while muttering to himself: "It seems that I really can't buy an owl for Harry, Lily observes too much." Be careful."

Lying on the bed, he read this letter over and over again, which was not quite the same as "before", feeling