HP: Hogwarts, but pro-generation

Xia and Sirius, who had just left, were just as Christian had thought. The topic they were talking about could not escape those questions.

"So you really can't tell me what it is?"

This sentence should have been said by Xia to ask Sirius what they were doing recently, but now he asked her back with confidence.

Xia would not be fooled, she had already figured out what Sirius was thinking - wasn't he pointing it out before her just to make her feel guilty - to make her suffer the guilt of hiding a little secret!

"If you tell me what you guys are up to first, I don't think I would mind revealing a little of my little secret."

She made a face at Sirius, with an expression that said "I won't be fooled", which made Sirius feel a little funny, and he actually laughed.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?" Xia hit Sirius in dissatisfaction.

"nothing."

"Really?"

She raised her eyebrows suspiciously, but Sirius's uncontrollable smile told her that this was not the case.

Seeing Xia's unbelieving expression, Sirius straightened his face and said seriously, "Well, there is indeed a small problem."

He glanced at Xia from the corner of his eye. Seeing that she seemed to be listening attentively, he continued, "I feel a little uncomfortable."

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The word "not so good" made Xia nervous for a moment. Sirius lowered his eyes at the right time. His long eyelashes concealed the emotions in his eyes under the sunset, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. Just when Xia was thinking about all kinds of bad situations, she heard something -

"My arm hurts so much. Maybe that little witch was too strong. I think there must be a bruise on it."

"..."

Sometimes appropriate silence is a kind of protection, otherwise Xia is not sure what she can say that will definitely be forbidden by her parents.

"Ha." After a long silence, Xia finally sighed, "I didn't expect that some wizards couldn't even withstand a punch, Merlin——"

Okay, Sirius. Act with her?

"Oh, Sirius." Seeing that a class of students had just finished class in the distance, and it was crowded, Xia raised her voice, "I'll take the book. Don't get tired. I'm really afraid that your injury will be more serious. I can't imagine you and... Merlin, it must be very painful, right?"

Xia's eyes fell on his left arm that fell at his side.

This scene happened to the students who quietly slowed down their pace just to listen to gossip. They immediately realized that this was a concern. They didn't expect that Blake's arm was injured?

But why didn't Hopps finish his words! How did such an important part get blurred? How did he get injured? How could it be so serious that even holding a book would affect his recovery?

Seeing her classmates, who were in a hurry, stopping and pretending to chat, Xia couldn't help but feel excited: Sirius, you'd better pray that your arm is okay, I swear I didn't use any force!

Sirius, who was caught off guard by such an unexpected encounter, had just gone from being confused and bewildered to now having a helpless smile.

Well, now he was pretending to be miserable in front of the whole school. He dared to use James's smelly socks to indicate that there would definitely be a lot of people asking him what happened during dinner.

Silently bearing all of this, Sirius swallowed his saliva. He thought optimistically that at least he still had time to come up with a story background? How about saving the witch bewitched by Slytherin?

Completely different from the atmosphere of intrigue between the two people, Ender could be said to have a rare moment of relaxation. He lazily half-lying on the sofa - a seat vacated after Sirius left - playing with his wand.

He had been so busy lately that he had hardly spoken to Xia. Dinner was a good opportunity. Besides, he hadn't written to his parents for a long time. If Archie hadn't been on strike all the time and Hess hadn't been a good girl, he wouldn't have rubbed Xia's owl every time.

Every time he saw her flying into the auditorium with a big package, he felt a little guilty. It was no wonder that he always pointed fingers at Archie.

Merlin, what other owl is like him? He won't deliver letters if he can't get the cookies!

Ender really wanted to shake the owl's head to wake him up. This was no longer home, this was Hogwarts! There were no cookies baked by his mother! Not even the high-end imitations made by Xia!

I really don't know what this little idiot was thinking. If he didn't go home to deliver the letter, he wouldn't have any cookies, and if he didn't have any cookies, he wouldn't go to deliver the letter. But how could he get any cookies if he didn't deliver the letter?

In short, this is a series of problems that are linked together. If he hadn't been so lively and beautiful at the time... Never mind, since I chose him, I'll just leave it at that. Thank you for your hard work, poor girl. He is willing to give away all the cookies that Archie had.

James and Remus were playing wizard chess on the side. It must be said that it was rare for James to play chess quietly.

Lily, the studious witch, was still reading the book she had been reading before Sirius left. The good news was that she was almost done.

Ender let out a sigh of relief and sank a little deeper into the sofa. "It's great, Hogwarts!"

At that time, he, or they did not know how his good brother, Sirius Black, became a "poor little man who endured humiliation and was seriously injured" in school.