HP: Hogwarts, but pro-generation

Some time after Halloween, the other three houses strongly condemned Gryffindor's sneaking incident. This situation did not last long, because more important things came -

"Quidditch Cup!" James excitedly announced to his friends at the long table, "This is my first game, you must come."

He tapped the table with his fingers. "Listen to me, guys."

"We're listening," Sirius said.

"Really?" James raised an eyebrow and stared at the boy in front of him, "Then repeat it."

"What a scoundrel."

James made a face when he heard Sirius's muttering. When he was about to say it again, Ender interrupted him, "We will definitely go. You don't trust us."

James was horrified, "This...is this a lack of trust?"

Ender neither confirmed nor denied it. Instead, he showed an unfathomable expression, which successfully fooled James. He said with a guilty look on his face, "But, but I just want you to participate in my first Quidditch game."

James lowered his head slightly, glancing up at Ender. Seeing him like this, Ender couldn't help but lean back. Remus pushed Ender away the moment he approached him, and the latter quickly changed his expression to one of shock and betrayal, holding his chest with a look of pain on his face.

"Ow!"

James and Ender cried out in pain and turned around angrily to see who had stabbed them on the back of the head.

"Xia?!" The girl with silver-white hair stood behind them with an indifferent look on her face.

"It's over, guys." She clapped her hands. "Please be normal."

"This is art." James rubbed his still aching head and muttered to Ander, "To be honest, Xia sometimes really doesn't know how to appreciate it."

Anders agreed with this. He had always felt that Xia lacked talent in this area, but due to some special reasons he had never said it out loud.

James happily wanted to pick up the beef pie on the plate. It was one of his favorites at Hogwarts. He had the last beef pie in the entire Gryffindor. What a precious pie.

After finishing his complicated mental activities, he finally reached out his hand. But he couldn't feel happy the next second, "Sirius!"

"Hmm." Sirius, who was sitting on James' right, made a vague sound. If you listened carefully, you could hear what he said: What's wrong.

But James was in no mood to figure out what it was. All he could think about was the delicious bite in Sirius's hand—

"My beef pie!"

"Yours?" Sirius was surprised.

"We have no grudges against each other, why are you..."

"Maybe." Sirius shrugged, "But you have to know that here, whoever grabs it owns it."

James looked at Sirius suspiciously, "When was this rule established? How come I didn't know about it?"

"I just made it." Sirius babbled, "Well, the validity period has expired, so this rule is invalid."

Sirius stood up. After eating and drinking, he planned to take a walk by the Black Lake. James had to queue behind him.

Witnessing the disintegration of the brothers, Mr. Remus Lupin said in a regretful tone during an interview with reporter Xia: "You don't know, I have always wanted a magic camera. It is my mission to record every quarrel between them."

Xia was in awe. "We really didn't know your sacred mission. Don't worry, Remus. I swear on Ender's hair that you will definitely have a magic camera."

"Thank you." Remus wiped away his non-existent tears and choked up, "Without you, I don't know what I would do."

As a witness to this "fake" friendship, Lily had to say something fair, "You are all fake, only you and I are real."

She looked at Xia lovingly, and Xia gave her the same look in return.

Severus, Regulus and Christian in the distance clearly saw the Gryffindor mini-drama performed by a Gryffindor they all knew.

The three of them put down their knives and forks in silence, and it was Severus who held on at the end. The girls exchanged glances and said, "I'm going to vomit."

Severus said that he could not stay in this hall for a moment. After saying this expressionlessly, he left the room angrily.

"What do you think?" It was Christian who spoke, and there was no doubt that he was asking Regulus.

"I'm sure Madam Pomfrey has some eye drops."

Christian was stunned for two seconds after hearing the unexpected answer. Then he laughed softly, "I thought you Blakes were all serious people."

Regulus knew who he was talking about, his cousin Narcissa.

Regulus did not care about Christian's offense, because he was right, the real serious Black would never be himself and Sirius.

Maybe he was also a serious Black before the summer vacation, Regulus thought, but now none of that mattered, he just wanted to follow his heart.

No matter which path he takes or what he does, he doesn't want anyone to interfere.

Not anyone.