[HP] Guardian

The potion for Regulus had to be boiled before school started. During this period of time, through the maintenance of the healing spell, Sirius felt that Regulus seemed to be better, but Harry knew that it was because of his psychology. It is impossible to wake up without taking Regulus, and his soul cannot be repaired, and the chain cannot be opened for a day. Regulus' treatment will take a long time, and there may not be a good result, but give Sirius a consolation , and made him feel better.

Harry made an appointment with the Weasleys to watch the Quidditch World Cup, and Arthur had already prepared tickets for the two of them, and because they couldn't leave for the time being, they made an appointment to meet at the Portkey.

They rested at Black's old house at night. Harry oiled the two old wands and put them back into the box. He didn't plan to use them for the time being. He also temporarily took off the ring and put it in the box. Things, just stop.

It was still dark when Sirius knocked on the door, Harry answered, changed his clothes, tied his hair up, washed and washed, and went downstairs with his things.

In the middle of the night, the remaining bread was heated up, and the two ate some casually, and Sirius rode his flying motorcycle on the road.

"Oh! Interesting!" The two people in the sky laughed happily, Sirius was rarely in a good mood during this time.

"It's more exciting than your broom," said Sirius.He flew through the air quickly on his motorcycle.

They landed on the top of the hill, and the Weasleys and Diggory and his son were already waiting at the portkey, and they waved.

"I'll be waiting for you guys, ready to go." Sirius put a confusion spell on the motorcycle and put it not far away, leading Harry to greet them.

"There are still three minutes." Arthur checked his watch, turned to look at Harry and Hermione, "you just need to touch the Portkey, that's it, just stick out a finger"

With great difficulty all ten of them gathered around the old boot that Amos Diggory was carrying, as they all carried huge, bulging knapsacks.There they stood, in a tight circle, while a cool breeze blew across the top of the hill, and no one spoke.

"Three..." Arthur kept one eye on his pocket watch and whispered "Two...one..."

It was too late to say it, but the feeling of hooking his belly button was really bad, and his feet flew off the ground and flew in the air.Ron and Hermione were on either side of him, their shoulders bumping against his.His feet hit the ground hard as he landed, and Ron staggered into him, and he steadied Ron quickly.With a snap, the portkey dropped to the ground at his feet.

"Five past seven, from Ferret Hill." Ahead of them stood two weary, sullen wizards, one of them holding a large gold watch, the other a heavy roll of parchment and a quill.Both were dressed like Muggles, but they were too bad at it.The man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit with thigh-high galoshes; his colleague wore the pleated kilt of the Highlander kind and a South American cape.

"Good morning, Basil," said Arthur, picking up the boot and handing it to the wizard in the pleated skirt.The man threw it into a large box beside him, full of used portkeys.

"Hello, Arthur," said Basil wearily, "not on duty, well, some people are lucky... We're here all night... You better get out of the way, there's a huge crowd coming from the Black Forest at a quarter past five .Wait a minute, I'll find out where your camp is...Weasley...Weasley..." He searched on the parchment list "Walk about a quarter of a mile, the first camp ahead. The groundskeeper is Roberts Mr. Diggory... you are in the second camp...see Mr Payne"

"Thank you, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, beckoning everyone to follow him.

We walked through the desolate swamp, and we could hardly see anything in the thick fog.After walking for about 10 minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of me, and then a small stone house.Hundreds of tents of strange shapes could be barely discerned behind the stone houses, rising up the gentle slope of a large field that stretched out to a dark forest on the horizon.They said good-bye to Digory and his son, and walked towards the door of the stone house.

Find Mr. Roberts, the Muggle administrator, pay the money and take the map, and they go to find their tent.They walked and chatted, and Diggory and his son were there just now, so they didn't chat much.

"You look so good, it feels like you are becoming more and more like your godfather," Hermione whispered to him as she walked beside him.After Harry returned to Potter Manor, his clothes began to change back to Italian casual suits or English trench coats. He preferred these two styles, which were comfortable and unrestrained.And Sirius's dressing style is more retro, but for some reason, even if he is an orthodox British suit, he always has an unruly personality.In order to match Harry for this trip, he chose a more casual black shirt and dark brown striped windbreaker, while Harry wore a white shirt and a light brown plaid windbreaker.At first glance, the two really look like a father and son.

"That's good, Sirius looks good," Harry complimented cheekily, making Hermione laugh out loud.

"Don't dress too aristocratically, I'll feel like I'm standing next to Malfoy." Ron imitated Malfoy's posture and performed, and several children laughed together.

"His family's taste is genetic and outsiders can't learn it." Ron nodded seriously.

"Oh! That can't be the Malfoy family's tent." In the middle of the camp, there was a tent that was particularly conspicuous.It uses a lot of striped silk so extravagantly that it looks like a small palace, with a few live peacocks tied at the entrance.A little further ahead, they saw another tent set up in the shape of a four-story building, with several turrets beside it.Further there, there is a garden in front of the tent door, which has birdbaths, sundials, fountains and so on.

"Always," said Mr. Weasley, laughing, "when you get together you can't help but want to show off. Ah, here you go, look, this is ours"

They came to the edge of the woods at the end of the camp, and there was a clearing with a small sign in the ground that read: WEDSLEY.

"This place couldn't be better!" said Mr. Weasley happily. "The grounds are just beyond the forest. It couldn't be closer." He took his backpack off his shoulders. "Okay," he said excitedly. Strictly speaking, no magic is allowed, since so many of us have come to Muggle territory. We have to put up the tent with our own hands! It shouldn't be too difficult... Muggles are like this... Oh, little Sirius, where do you think we should start?"

These tents were supported by Sirius, and Arthur spent a favor to book tickets to invite them to join him, and he reciprocated and sent the tents.It was not difficult for the godfather and son to set up a tent, but Arthur was always on the sidelines to help, and finally managed to erect the three tents crookedly.

"Oh! Not bad, let's take a look." Everyone entered the first tent one after another. The space inside the tent was quite large, with a four-bedroom space with a kitchen and bathroom. The largest one was for the men of the Weasley family to live in.

"Great! I have a separate bed." There are two beds in each room, enough for seven of them.

"Move your things back to the room first, we're going to start a fire and cook breakfast." Sirius, who was familiar with the steps of camping, instructed the excited children, and then took Harry to their tent next door.

Their tent was still the one from the last picnic, and they had a simple and comfortable room for each person.Their luggage is a magical suitcase that uses compressed space, and the two of them put the suitcases away and went to gather outside the big tent.

"My dad said anti-Muggle regulations, we have to build a fire outside" Ron complained, such a good kitchen can't be used.

"Harry, let's fetch water, and Sirius has to teach them how to make a fire." Hermione came to pull him, and the three of them went to find the water together.Then Harry, Ron, and Hermione set off across the camp with the kettle and saucepan in hand.

At this time, the sun had just risen, and the mist gradually dispersed. They saw tents in all directions, and they could not see the end at a glance.They walked slowly among the tents, looking around with interest.The campers on the site gradually woke up.Families with young children are the first to get up.I saw a little boy about two years old squatting outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a magic wand in his hand, happily stabbing a slug on the grass, and the slug slowly swelled to the size of a sausage.As they approached him, the boy's mother hurried out of the tent.

"How many times have I told you, Kevin, you're not allowed to—touch—your dad's—wand—ouch!" She stomped on the giant slug, which exploded with a snap.They had gone a long way before they could hear her shouting in the still air, and among them was the little boy's cry, "You stomped the worm! You stomped the worm!"

This kid is really like his James, Harry smiled nostalgicly.James was spoiled by Ginny, mischievous like a prong, and Harry had warned him so many times not to bully others.He himself suffered childhood violence and knew how deep the wounds were on the young minds of children.

They saw wizards from many countries along the way, and the crowds of all colors and languages ​​were very lively.Then I met classmates from Hogwarts. They greeted each other and looked sideways at Harry's change. Of course, the people who were not particularly acquainted with each other didn't make a special comment. They just discussed the player's game and peeked intermittently. he.

Ron and Hermione were discussing Krum, Hermione thought he was too gloomy, Ron retorted unhappy.Harry snickered, wondering if his friend would regret praising Krum if he knew what happened next.

They filled up their water and met more familiar faces on their way back to camp.Wood was happy to introduce his parents to them, and excitedly told Harry that he had just signed as a substitute for Puddlemere United; then met McMillan of Hufflepuff, who beckoned; then met Ravenc Lau's Cho Chang, Harry just nodded and smiled at her. He knew that the two had different views, and even if it was his first love, he didn't intend to do it again.In the end, he met someone who surprised him. Luna wandered around the camp without knowing what he was doing. He had no contact with Luna in the past two years. After all, they were two academies, and Luna was a famous crazy girl. .

"Hello, Luna" they met, and Harry took the initiative to say hello.

"Hello" Luna looked at them with her gold cheering earrings, stared at Harry for a second and then nodded "You're Harry Potter"

"Yes, hello, nice to meet you" Harry greeted with a smile "We have to go see you next time"

"You know her?" Hermione looked a little surprised.

"Yes, Ravenclaw's." Harry didn't explain much, and the three hurried to the tent.

"Why have you been here for so long?" Arthur asked. There were scattered and burned matches around him. He obviously liked this thing very much.

"Meet some acquaintances," said Ron, putting down the water.With Sirius there, they lighted the flame without a hitch.Their breakfast was cooking on the pan.

There were many officials from the Ministry of Magic coming and going, and Sirius didn't like to associate with these people, so he went back to the tent by himself, and Arthur introduced the people who greeted him to Hermione and Harry.After breakfast was ready, Harry took two and went into the tent to eat with Sirius.

"Why did you come in?" Sirius took off his coat and was leaning on the sofa in a daze, it could be seen that he was not thinking about it.

"There are too many people to remember, come in to catch your breath." Harry raised the plate in his hand, signaling Sirius to come over for dinner.

"I'm not good at these either, it's very boring." He got up, walked to the table and sat down, took a piece of bread, sandwiched eggs and sausages, and ate slowly.

"Choose one, black tea, coffee, or milk." Harry found something out of the cabinet.

"Coffee, I got up too early and have no energy." Harry ground the coffee beans while eating his share, then went outside to fill a pot of water and came back, lit the oil stove and took the coffee pot to cook on it. After a while, he was in the tent Exuding a strong aroma, he poured two glasses and served them to Sirius.

"The craftsmanship is not good, just use it, milk, sugar, add it yourself" The two of them got along like friends, it turned out that Sirius was looking at his father through himself, and now...Harry was not sure.His current personality is much calmer than before, except that he looks like James, so he shouldn't be able to see the shadow of James, Harry thought uncertainly.

"At least it's better than me. I don't even know how to heat milk, um! That's right, with your grandmother's skills." Sirius dug out two spoonfuls of milk and one spoonful of sugar. In fact, he seldom drank this, and he preferred wine.

"Ms. Doria told me that you like the black tea and butter cookies she makes." Harry bent his mouth and added two spoonfuls of milk. In fact, he doesn't like coffee, he likes beer.

"At that time, I was playing outside, always hungry, and waiting for Doria's extra meal. I told you that the pure-blood family in-laws are complicated. My name is Doria's aunt, and James is my cousin. James' son It's my godson." Sirius said that he was happy first, obviously he missed the life in Potter Manor very much.

"You guys are always naughty, I've heard it said by many people. And I... They said I look like my father, have my eyes like my mother, and have a personality like her." Harry looked at Sirius seriously while holding his coffee.

"You look the same as James, with eyes like Lily. You are as dazzling as James on the court, and your father also likes to study some interesting things. You are as smart as him." Sirius was immersed in the memory, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.Harry blinked a little disappointed, he knew that Sirius had been looking for his father's shadow in him, but he was not too sad, because he knew that Sirius was protecting him with all his heart.

"Godfather, do you want to go out for a walk? If you don't want to meet people, you can transform into an Animagus." Harry changed the topic and suggested.Sirius agreed with this idea. After breakfast, they started to shuttle around the lively camp. The big dog seemed very excited, and Harry was alone with him. Although it was a little regrettable, at least Sirius was still alive, and he still Accompanied by relatives.