HP: Hogwarts, but pro-generation

Sirius knew exactly what he could do to stimulate Walburga's fragile nerves to the greatest extent.

During the holidays, he kept decorating his room to look the most disgusting to this family full of Slytherins -

Golden and red curtains and walls, with several Gryffindor flags hanging down.

Walburga hated the look, and when she first saw his room she let out the loudest scream of her life.

Sirius thought with amusement that maybe she had screamed like that the day he was sorted. Poor Regulus, he had to endure this twice.

She used magic madly to destroy the golden and red ornaments. The originally tidy room suddenly became tattered, with golden and red strips of cloth scattered everywhere.

That hysterical look did not scare Sirius, but made him more and more excited. He just wanted Walburga to show such an expression, which would make him feel inexplicably happy.

It would be even better if she could never tear it off.

Sirius didn't write this in the letter. Besides, he had no time to write about it because he was shot with Cruciatus, and he didn't intend to write about it.

James, who was far away at Potter Manor, didn't know how his brother was doing during this period, and no one knew.

At this moment, they are still immersed in the joy of the early holiday.

James hoped every day that Ender and Xia would reconcile. Obviously, writing letters repeatedly asking them to come back to play was not a good reason and would not really solve the problem.

He was now sitting at the desk by the window in the room, scratching his head and thinking of a solution. If restoration to normal could have an effect on interpersonal relationships, he would probably have taken his wand to find Ender and Xia by now.

James was really bored. When he picked up the pen to write a letter for the twentieth time, the little fellow on the owl stand in the corner of the room suddenly opened his eyes, rushed to James's desk, and pecked his master's hand hard.

"Hey!" James cried out in pain. "Be careful, this hurts - wait, my quill!"

The owl clearly showed that it did not want to deliver the letter. After pecking at its owner's quill, it took his quill away, flapped its wings and flew away.

No one knew where the poor quill had gone, except James's owl - if it could have talked.

James had more than one quill, in fact he had many, but they were all lost in the dormitory, no one knew where they went, most likely they fell into the deepest part of the suitcase.

But James said: Come on, it's only a short time since the summer vacation started, and he doesn't want to pack a messy suitcase or look for a quill. And it's too early to do homework now, and it's even more impossible to find these missing little guys.

He collapsed weakly in the chair, thinking carefully about what had happened during this period of time -

I wrote ten letters to Ender and got two replies, one of which was about how busy his life was, and the rest was about complaining about Thea. Oh, and there was only one sentence for myself: Brother, do you want to learn spells with me? You look really bored.

Every one of the ten letters to Xia was replied to, but she said that the Priests had arranged a lot of classes for her and she had no time recently.

To sum up, the Hopps were all busy with their schoolwork for some reason, and James couldn't help but shudder, and crossed out the plan of visiting them in the little notebook in his heart.

He also wrote ten letters to Remus. The studious Mr. Fluffy was working hard to finish his summer homework, but Remus was a very good friend and he responded to every word James wrote.

But he had to add a sentence at the end of the letter: James, you don't have to tell me how many bites of pie and apple pie you eat every day.

James regretfully gave up the idea of ​​recording his daily step count and sharing it.

You have to know that he walked a full 30,000 steps yesterday, running around the garden twice, running from upstairs to downstairs. This may not seem like much, but you have to know that this is Potter Manor.

Not sure what's wrong with Sirius, he hasn't received any reply to the letters he sent to him in the past two days, maybe he can go play with Sirius and Regulus?

A qualified Gryffindor is fully prepared the moment he has an idea. Some have a complete plan, some have a complete baggage. But James is different. He is full of enthusiasm.

"Mom and Dad!" After making up his mind, he went to the garden to find Mr. and Mrs. Potter. They should be having afternoon tea. "Can I go play with Sirius?"

The Potters, who were familiar with James's eccentric personality, knew that their son was bored, but they had to tell James: "Dear, the wedding of the Lestrange family and the Black family is coming soon. I'm afraid Sirius doesn't have time."

"Oh." James groaned. He felt a dark cloud appear above his head and it was raining down on him mercilessly.

Well...he actually wrote ten letters to Evans as well.

But compared to the others, Lily was more ruthless. She said bluntly: "James Potter, I am not your diary!"

Is it really the point of no return? Is he really only going to play with Evans?