Remembering Me

It is one foot and three inches high, and on the surface hundreds of snakes spiral around the body of the bottle and gather at the mouth of the bottle to form a snake head with a wide mouth. The emeralds inlaid in the eyes of the snake head have a faint luster under the heavy dust.

A vase carved from a single piece of crystal that has never been used to hold flowers, the proud work of the goblin master Carava in the [-]th century, was given by a certain dignitary in the European continent.

When Remus walked in, I was curled up on the worm-eyed sofa, fiddling with my grandfather's proudest birthday present. I remembered that the number of snakes on it seemed significant, but I'd forgotten the exact number.So I first put the plaster on the bottle body into a ball and threw it into the mouth of the snake on the top, and then counted from the bottom of the bottle, and used a magic wand to carve a fork on the top of each one, so that the count would not be heavy.

"Welcome to the temporary headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. I know it doesn't look very...

It sounded like Remus had brought a newcomer, and he didn't hear the old hag's screams, so it looked like he wasn't a daredevil this time.

"Was this originally the residence of a dark wizard?"

Quiet mezzo-soprano, following Remus' example and lowering the volume, although she probably didn't know why yet.Very cautious, good eyesight.

Then they spotted me, and there was a pause in the footsteps—or should I say the creaking of dead bugs on the carpet—and then Remus's signature slightly helpless voice: "Sirius."

"Hey, Moon Face. Is there a newcomer here?" I focused on what I was doing and didn't look up.

"Jessica Edwards. Jess, this is Sirius Black." Remus introduced.

"Hello," she said.

The voice was still very calm, but I could almost feel those eyes staring at me.Yeah, I'm famous, I know it.

"Hello, Jess. Welcome to the mansion of the noblest and purest Black family." The fork was drawn straight and pierced through the entire body of the bottle. I raised my head in satisfaction. "I'm sure you will..."

boom.

The bottle in my hand exploded, and Jessica clutched her forehead where a piece of debris had hit her, and her body shrank subconsciously.But instead of screaming or bending over, she drew her wand quickly.

"Sirius!" Remus stepped forward to stand in front of her, looking at me in shock.

"I'm sorry," I muttered, ducked around them, rushed up the rickety steps - nearly kissing the carpet when I tripped over the damn umbrella stand, and ran down the dark, moldy hallway, leaving the door behind me The rivets fell off.

Spinning and spinning, the cobwebbed room shook like a Muggle front-loading washing machine.I curled up in the dust cloud I raised and shook my head vigorously, trying to drive away those fuzzy and yellowed illusions.

"Traitor! Scum and scum! Desecrate the house of my ancestors!"

The portrait of the old hag screamed again, the most restless dead person I've ever seen.The sound penetrated the floor and pierced my ears, and my head started to hurt.Thank you so much, mother.

It wasn't until the sunlight penetrating through the stained glass gaps turned warm yellow that I stood up again, opened the crooked broken wooden door and walked out.The rotten smell of the old house was still thick and pungent, mixed with the smell of cleaning agents as they walked into the hall, and Molly's voice came from the kitchen.

"...I never thought any house with house-elves could get this dirty..."

She's talking about Kreacher, who's probably kissing my mother's picture in the den again right now.Heh, I don't know why, but I'm not at all surprised that the little madman has taken good care of the old house all these years.

"...and some more cream of mushroom soup, Jess?"

"Thank you, Mrs Weasley."

her voice.I took a deep breath and walked into the restaurant.

that face.

【"Lily and James! Sirius! How can you!"

bang. 】

"Ah, Sirius." Molly's voice seemed to come from far away.

"Hello, Molly." I blinked hard. "Where's Remus?"

She looked back at me with black pupils neither fear nor surprise, as if she was just preparing herself not to jump up because of my sudden madness.

[Screaming. □□.confusion.A piece of blood red.What had been a moment ago in the pavement in the hazy vision was a huge gap, bubbling God knows what, like a twisted mouth mocking me. 】

"He went to buy some necessities. You know, it's been a long time without people living here." Molly's voice was filled with doubts. "Are you all right, Sirius? You look a little dazed."

"I'm fine, actually. Not dumbfounded at all," I said.

[The body is covered with Muggle flesh and blood, and the smell stimulates my nerves as violently as the obvious result of this incident.My soon-to-be companions showed up wearing Auror badges, their wands pointed at me.So I laughed, and the laughter echoed throughout the world, sounding a little crazy to myself. 】

"Sires! You really do look a little..."

The sound so close at hand made me look down at Molly who had walked in front of me at some point, and at the same time realized that I must have been staring at Jessica just now.Molly looked worried and skeptical, and I knew she hadn't been convinced that I was sane.I understand, after all I was a crazy murderer to her less than two weeks ago, and I'm honestly not too sure of my sanity.

"I'm fine, Molly. I'm fine," I said more clearly to Molly, and walked around her.

Jessica is still looking at me.It's a miracle she looks exactly the same as she did back then.Dark blonde curly hair tied into a ponytail, pointed chin, long eyebrows, large and long eyes occupy most of the upper part of the face.Long, high and straight nose bridge, wide mouth, calm and mysterious expression.There was a scar above the left eyebrow, shaped like a spatter of blood, and it didn't even change its location.

"Jess, you..." I heard my own stumbling voice, "You look like a gypsy."

Wonderful, Sirius Blake.Perfect interpretation of "abrupt and rude".

"My mother is," she replied.

I walked up to her and sat in the seat in front of her, feeling like a goofy kid.Jessica didn't flinch, looking at me inquisitively, despite the fact that I'd marked her forehead for the first time—at least the first time under relatively normal circumstances—meeting her.

"I'm sorry, you know...for your injury."

"It's all right." She shook her head. "What's the matter, Mr. Black?"

"No, it's nothing." The second half of my sentence was so low that I could only tell the stubble on my chin, "You can call me Sirius."

She turned back and continued eating, and Molly looked at me suspiciously for a moment before going to get her more soup and rolls.Jessica's hands are so fast it can almost leave an afterimage, I thought she was moving the food into her mouth at such a speed because I was staring at it, but in the future I will know that she is really good at how to make the food in the shortest possible time. Feed yourself in time.

Jessica had already eaten nearly two pounds of bread and most of the pot of soup when she pushed the plate away.She stood up to help Remus unload the pile of groceries that nearly drowned him, and I realized she was no taller than five feet three inches.For someone so petite, her stomach capacity is quite impressive.

I'm so glad I have something to do now, I scrambled and stuffed those things into the cabinet full of bug eggs and mouse droppings, trying to order myself not to look at her.

But soon I couldn't keep going like this, partly because I had nothing to move, and partly because—

"I'm going, then," she said.

"Aren't you staying here for dinner?" I blurted out, not knowing which answer I'd prefer from her.

"You think I just had afternoon tea?" She seemed amused.

I was tongue-tied, cursing my mouth that was useless at the critical moment.

"Jace has an interview tonight, so leave early." Remus explained, and now his eyes conveyed almost exactly the same meaning as Molly: Dude, what's wrong with you today?

"Goodbye, Molly, Remus, Sirius." She said, walking briskly and silently to the door, her back was crisp and neat, without any hesitation.

At least she called your name, I said to myself.