[hp] Black Dog Breeding Manual

As a child less than one year old, Sarah didn't know how much trouble she had caused her parents.Of the parents, she clearly preferred her mother, not only because she was gentler and more familiar, but also because she could understand what her mother said.

Anaska realized for the first time that even though she was a mother, she still hadn't fully mastered her talents.Originally, she didn't need self-awareness at all, and she could use the corresponding language when facing different animals, so she never noticed the problem.And when she needed to teach her daughter to speak, a twist came.If Sarah had spoken the language of owls, what Anaska had spoken to her would have been the hooting of owls.Anaska herself couldn't control this at all, as if she was not facing her own daughter, but a pure little owl cub.If she continues to teach speech, Sarah will only get better and better at being an owl or a rabbit.

Mrs. Campbell is undoubtedly unlikely to have any experience in this area to share with her distressed daughter, but this has greatly hindered the smooth progress of Anaska's language parenting education.In the end, they had to make a decision: Sirius would take full responsibility for Sarah's language guidance.

Anaska was very worried, she tried her best to keep an eye on the father and daughter the whole time, always on guard against Sirius being crazy and asking Sarah to do something dangerous.

The decision satisfied both her husband and daughter.

Sarah didn't inherit Sirius Black's fearless spirit of adventure, and she was even a bit timid, teary-eyed if her mother was out of sight for more than a certain amount of time.If Anaska still couldn't be found, Sarah would literally cry.In this case, the father is not useful at all.

And Sirius liked Anaska to stay with him, her breath made him feel at ease and comfortable.He would have been more than happy to take Anaska into his arms at any time if he hadn't held his daughter in his arms.

In order to teach Sarah as many words as possible, Sirius ran around the room with Sarah in his arms, from downstairs to upstairs, asking her to identify every small item and teaching her to describe it in words.Anaska naturally ran up and down, and for some reason, she didn't feel tired at all, but felt very happy.

If they only stayed in this house with a protective spell, they were the most ordinary family of three wizards, and Anaska occasionally even forgot that they couldn't show their faces.The so-called simple and happy life is exactly what she has been looking forward to.

In all fairness, if she discards all the partiality of being a parent to her own flesh and blood, Sarah is not a smart child, and of course she is not stupid, but after all, she has not inherited her father's outstanding intelligence, and her learning ability is not strong.Anaska always felt sorry for her little daughter, she seemed to have had too much influence on Sarah, and even apart from her slightly darker hair, it was difficult to tell Sirius' side of blood from her.

However, Sirius didn't seem to mind that at all, or, rather, he preferred that Sarah be like Anaska.

Regardless, Sarah brings great joy and light to a family that tries to hide in the shadows.

Children grow when they see the wind, and this also applies to Sarah. Anaska always feels that she can find that her daughter has grown a little more every day.Her hair is growing gradually, and her body is growing rapidly.

Gradually, Sarah began to be able to speak stumblingly, and Anaska was finally able to communicate with her daughter in normal human language.

After all, Mom and Dad are much more attractive to Sarah than animals.Since discovering her parents' real language, she's lost her obsession with owls or rabbits and has added a whole new hobby to bedtime stories.

At first, the little animals who were unwilling to give up still guarded outside the window through the glass for a few days, but after realizing that Sarah didn't pay much attention to them any more, they had to leave dejectedly.This was a huge relief for Anaska, because it meant she and Sirius could finally get some rest, and anyway, it was easier to tell a bedtime story than to guard against critters.

Anaska had hoped that Sirius Black would share the work with her, but Sirius wasn't much help.

"My parents don't know how to tell stories. My mother is very extreme. She thinks Beedle's story is pro-Muggle and not pure enough. If I have to say it, what I heard most when I was a child was the 'brilliant' history of the Black family, Kerry Trying to brainwash me," Sirius explained to Anaska, shrugging, "it's all very boring stuff, Sarah won't like it, and I don't want to tell her."

Anaska had to tell Sarah the story she could retell alone, and Sirius stayed with her and her daughter all the time, and tucked her in when Sarah fell asleep.Anaska sometimes felt as if Sirius was listening to Sarah with her.

Once or twice, she would fall asleep with her talking, and Sirius would carry her back to her room.

After telling all the stories in her mind, and racking her brains but failing to remember more, Anaska spent the whole afternoon rummaging in the basement converted into a study. In the corner, I found an old version of Beedle's stories. It was used by Mr. Campbell to tell Anaska stories when he was a child. Now it has accumulated a lot of dust, and it is so tattered that it seems that it will be broken if you shake it. It fell apart and became a piece of paper without any structure.

In addition to this wizard's fairy tale, Anaska also found a lot of Muggle fairy tale collections collected by Mr. Campbell. Such books are quite rare in wizard's bookstores.She flipped through them casually, and found that the illustrations drawn by Muggles were all static, always in the same shape, motionless, which added a lot of weight to the years, and made Anaska feel nostalgic suddenly.After thinking for a while, she still took the immobile Muggle fairy tale upstairs with the poet Beedle.

Hopefully Sarah would love to hear these Muggle-written stories.

Sarah is almost one year old. Although she still stumbles when she walks, she will fall if she is not careful, and she still has a child-specific milky smell on her body, but she looks much bigger than when she was born, fluffy and soft The soft dark brown curls can almost fall to the shoulders.

Sirius had carried Sarah to the crib, and Sarah was lying with her head on one side, kicking her legs, trying to kick the blanket off her body.

The lights in the room will feel the little wizard's breath by themselves, and then adjust the brightness according to the needs, so that the wizard child can sleep well.At this time, the light of the lamp was already dim, with a faint languid atmosphere, which made people drowsy.

"mom!"

Seeing Anaska approaching, Sarah finally let go of her quilt and turned to reach out to her mother for a hug.

Anaska leaned down and hugged her lightly, gave her a kiss, and sat down on the seat by the cradle.Sirius leaned lightly on the back of the chair with one hand.

"What are these?" Sirius took a few Muggle story collections from Anaska, and flipped through them with interest, "Are they Muggle novels?"

Anaska nodded and replied, "It's their fairy tale."

"I've heard you talk about some of them... Did your father read them to you before?" Sirius glanced at each other and asked with a smile.

"My dad likes to collect these, he is very interested in Muggles sometimes." Anaska said wistfully, "Unexpectedly, Muggles like things related to magic, and many of their fairy tales are about us, although many times Wizards don't play friendly roles...Muggles shouldn't know we exist after the Statute of Secrecy comes into effect."

Sara was rarely ignored, let alone staring longingly at a storybook.Seeing that her mother was holding a book in her hand but only looking at her father, she sniffled a little aggrievedly and reached out to pinch Anaska's hand, trying to attract her attention.

"Mom..." Sarah shook Anaska's arm and called softly.

Anaska casually reached out and smoothed her soft hair soothingly, her eyes still fell on Sirius.

There were tears in Sarah's eyes.

Sirius seemed to really find the Muggle fairy tales quite interesting, flipping through each of them, and fixed his gaze on the illustration above, in which there was a wizard with a pus-filled nose riding on a broom, and the background was probably a starry sky.

"In the eyes of Muggles, do we look like this?" Sirius didn't look displeased at all, on the contrary he was quite happy.

Anaska was about to answer something when Sarah burst into tears.

Startled by the sudden situation, Anaska hurriedly hugged her daughter into her arms and patted her on the back.Sarah regained her mother's attention, sobbed contentedly a few times, and gradually stopped crying.

Sirius amused Sarah by pinching her nose to tease her, but met with quite fierce resistance, and Sarah twisted her body desperately to avoid it in an unfriendly way.

Anaska took out a book, picked it out, and read to Sarah the story of "The Wild Swans", which was created by Muggles.

Sarah played for a day and cried a few more times. She was already exhausted, and when Anaska finished reading a story, her eyes were already hazy, and she barely held her energy to wait for the end of the story.

"Mom, am I a witch?" Alisa asked softly, worried.

"Yes, baby, we all are." Anaska pushed the cradle again and again.

"Are wizards... always bad?"

"No," Anaska thought for a while, and said, "Most of them are good. Alisa's stepmother is a black witch, and she uses black magic, which is different from us."

"Then why do Muggles think Alisa is a wizard and burn her to death?"

Anaska couldn't help but began to examine herself, the stories she found at random seemed too heavy for the little wizard.

"Because... Muggles were blind back then, they won't be now, dear, don't worry." Anaska carefully considered her words, and then she suddenly remembered the Dursleys, the couple must not Will miss any chance to burn a wizard to death.

Anaska paused, and continued: "...There may still be stubborn people, but I believe we can try to change them."

"But, Mom..." Sarah shrank back into the blanket with a little fear on her face, "If Muggles don't hate us, why are we hiding? I want to go out and see..."

The author has something to say: The author is stuck in the quagmire of the mid-term exam and cannot extricate himself. This week, the update time is still 19:19:19.

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