[hp] stay out of it

Professor Dumbledore stared at me for about half a minute, and finally he sighed, and Sirius couldn't help asking: "Dumbledore, are you going to..."

The principal answered this question with a question to me: "Can you guarantee that you will always remind yourself in the future, control your emotions, and make the right choice?"

He really didn't look like he was going to send me to Azkaban, it was a bit like private bail.I felt a little unbelievable, and after half a second, I said: "Yes, I will try my best—Professor, do you mean?"

Dumbledore glanced at Madam Pomfrey, the only outsider, and she nodded in support: "I think he's a good boy, Headmaster."

Dumbledore then turned his head to answer my question: "As Madam Pomfrey said, Vincent, I don't think your nature is bad. After four years of observation, I can't be sure that you are a person who needs to be punished." Violent murderer. What you've been through today is clearly out of control, and as we've seen, you've been showing enough remorse. Maybe some magic has interfered with you? I can't be sure, but I've decided to trust my feelings One time -- we can't risk wrongdoing on good people while enforcing the law to the letter."

Everyone seemed to be relieved by Dumbledore's decision. Just as Sirius was about to say something, a voice suddenly came from the wall: "I heard that something big happened. I didn't expect to encounter such a scene. Please forgive me Last sentence, Headmaster. I appreciate you helping our family get [-]% Azkaban, but—”

He paused for a moment, as if waiting for Sirius and him to choke, but the latter just looked at his great-great-grandfather coldly, showing his disapproval with his aura.

"I don't feel dissatisfied when I see the elders any more, huh?" Phineas, who walked through the portrait in the principal's office and came to the school doctor's office, pushed aside the witch who was originally in white robes in the frame, and at the same time How could she say to her sincerely: "Oh, Jean, Jean, can you go to the outside picture frame?" The witch raised her nose and left the weird old principal proudly.

Sirius was busy making me sit back on the bed to rest, while Harry seemed even more sleepy from the too exciting adventure just now, and he was too busy taking care of Harry to pay attention to Phineas' provocation.

Phineas stroked his beard: "I never thought of this situation, huh? When you and that kid from the Potter family almost turned the castle upside down, I didn't expect you to be mediocre today-I mean, considerate Be like a kind old mother."

Even the tired-looking Harry couldn't help laughing unjustly, Sirius pulled the quilt up for Harry and rolled his eyes at Phineas.

"Personally, I'm very relieved-kindness is not as strong as emphasizing. By the way, I hope that everyone who betrays the family can regain the sense of honor of the Black family sooner or later...Of course, it will not work with you Okay, okay, I’m here to find Dumbledore,” Phineas no longer teased Sirius, he turned his head and resumed his seriousness, and said to the current headmaster: “I and You've discussed it - I'd expected the kid to be so badass and destined to do something big, I mean, even if he's got good blood from the Black family - from some not-so-good member - His mother's side is going to screw everything up."

Phineas shook his head, and gave Dumbledore meaningful eyes: "Do you want me to remind you, Dumbledore? When he showed some signs like this, none of us expected him to be where he is today. And you are now faced with a similar choice, do you still choose to let go of another student who showed a talent for cruelty prematurely? Are you sure it is a wise decision to do so?"

The "he" in Phineas's two paragraphs before and after is obviously not alone, and the others seem to be confused. I thought about it, and suddenly realized who he was comparing me with.

Dumbledore stopped Phineas's next tirade with his eyes, and said, "As it stands, I have no doubts about my decision."

Phineas sighed: "For Merlin's sake, the evidence and witnesses are all there. This kid just killed one of his own comrades..."

"I decided to give him a chance," the principal said.

"Actually, I don't have much objection, after all..." Phineas shrugged, as if he didn't intend to be the villain anymore, he said to me: "Behave well." Then he left the frame of the white-robed witch, leaving The last sentence: "Tsk tsk, my family..."

What is this nagging old headmaster doing here?I made a habit of exchanging glances with Benelli, and then realized that our relationship was now on the verge of breaking down.

Dumbledore clapped his hands lightly to bring our attention together, and he said: "Now, boys, this afternoon has been torture enough, I suggest that you at least eat something, then go to sleep right away, and have a good time." Rest and rest."

Benelli pushed away the sandwich Madam Pomfrey gave him, and said stiffly, "White and I still need to talk."

"For Merlin's sake, why don't you quarrel after resting?" Madam Pomfrey said helplessly.

"We won't quarrel. I want to make things clear with this guy." Benelli insisted stubbornly against Madame Pomfrey.

Madam Pomfrey probably wanted to stuff the sleep aid directly into Benelli's mouth, but before that, she glanced at the headmaster questioningly.

"I don't need to rest, principal." I said quickly.

"Today is a bad enough day, let's save the bad conversation for tomorrow, my suggestion?" Dumbledore said mildly, with an unquestionable tone, and Benelli curled his lips at me, still refusing the sandwich. After drinking up the bottle of potion, he blinked his eyes, his face regained his peace, he fell asleep peacefully, and his breathing became long and comfortable.

"Look, you always overestimate your ability to bear." Dumbledore looked at Benelli and Harry, who were relaxed all over, and their fatigue was gradually disappearing between their brows and eyes, and said, "We always need rest more than we think. "

I think I should say something after Dumbledore's trust without hesitation, but considering the hysterical battle in the cemetery just now, I feel that it is a bit pale to say anything.

You see, maybe an overabundance of trust will give some bad guys a chance, but at other times, no-brainer trust is more precious than anything to those who need it.

And I'm a little worried about this trust. Out of a premonition I don't know the source, I always feel that the influence of the thinking potion on me is not limited to those nine 10 minutes-it was out of control from the beginning, and it didn't make it as planned. I borrowed my Vincent's thinking, which made me feel that I was Vincent, and during the period after the drug lost its effect, I felt impulsive and violent emotions that were not my characteristics fermenting several times.

"I think you need rest more than anyone else, seeing your frown." Madam Pomfrey put her hand on my forehead and rubbed it, then handed me the medicine and said, "Have a good night's sleep—but don't act like you are sleeping." Sleeping like that for such a long time, okay?"

"I can't guarantee that," I muttered.

"I'm here with you." Sirius made a chair and sat down between my bed and Harry's.

I slept well this time, although my mind was full of annoying things before going to bed, but after I fell asleep, there was nothing else, very quiet and peaceful.After I woke up, I found that the sky was dim, and the rising sun pushed the dark blue sky to a white point. I looked at the watch I bought specially for myself that could mark the year, month, and day, and I was not surprised to find that it was only the next day .

The curtains on Benelli and Harry's side are still drawn, and one bed shows signs of sleeping. I guess Sirius didn't go back to his office to rest last night, and now he is probably going to have breakfast.

To be honest, I don't want to face Benelli and his accusations at all. I lie on the edge of the window and look at the sun, counting the things I need to take responsibility for: I put Lydia's body and coma The Benelli in the movie—I was stunned—was casually thrown on the side of the road, causing Lydia to be found by the horrified villagers and burned to ashes, leaving no comfort for relatives and friends; I used magic to transfer the damage I received to Elaine Golov, and later killed her regardless of Benelli's obstruction; if Benelli hadn't read the armor curse, I would have killed Bruce Boyle too, although I think these two guys are a complete troublemaker, but I don't want to kill them, let myself be charged with crimes, and my soul be polluted; also, I left my friend on the battlefield, or, Putting it completely to the back of my mind, and disapparating with Harry, who was the only thing I cared about at the time, it was tantamount to betrayal, and anyone who did it would be pierced by this move.

Such a mess of life.

I also need to explain to Dan Qi and Fleur why Benelli fell out with me, ah, that must be a very pleasant conversation...

"I woke up very early."

The voice of Sirius brought me back to God, and I realized that the rising sun that I was staring at just now had risen for a long time, which left a blinding white pattern on my retina. When I turned my gaze back to When I got indoors, the dazzling sun still stubbornly remained in my field of vision, but it turned black.I blinked painfully, tears streaming down my face.

"Oh, staring at the sun in a daze? I've done stupid things like this before." I heard Sirius come over, laughing, and stood beside me, putting something on the window sill, and I smelled the aroma of bread and milk .

I observed in the gap left by the black sun in my field of vision, picked up a piece of bread accurately, and followed Sirius' words—because I really didn't want to think about my own things: "Listening to other people's descriptions, I imagine If you don’t, you’ll still be in a daze.”

"Well, of course, most of the time I was having fun," he said briskly, "but no matter how happy you are, troubles are always waiting where they belong."

I buttered and listened to him.

"Family," when he mentioned this word, his tone was always brisk: "I used to have a younger brother, you probably don't know about it."

I shook my head.

"It's always a joy to have a brother. You can play together, squabble together, compete for things your parents give you... But from when did something go wrong, and at the end the feeling of disharmony keeps growing, not I imagine we could agree - in terms of our mutual views on the family. I'm a self-taught Gryffindor, and he's a cute little schemer, carrying on the family tradition.

"We couldn't reconcile at all—let's forget about our parents, they are rigid to the bone, and we are not at all like us, but my brother, Regulus, I watched him grow up, or rather, we grew up together. Big, because our ages are not much different - but he still grows into the kind of person I can't understand. Fanatical worship of blood, gloom, dogma, preference for cruel black magic, and later, like his parents, he chose to support Voldemort , and finally died under his command."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"It's okay, this is the path he chose..." Sirius said: "Our ideas are so contradictory that many violent disputes broke out. He told me to obey my elders more or less, and I have a sense of family honor. What. Hey, I always thought I wouldn't get into an argument with him, but it turns out he's just like the rest of our family, a staunch Slytherin, not my kind. They are aliens, and the feeling of being surrounded is not good. We are born to stand on opposite sides that cannot sit down and talk about peace, but we have to be bound together by blood and torture each other."

At this time, the remaining light spots in my eyes disappeared, and I could clearly see the rising sun in the east, hanging above the flat field.

"When I really have nothing to say to them, I usually hide in my own room and lie on the window sill to look at the stars. My window faces east, so if I stay in a daze until the morning, it is easy to get this result in the morning - the brilliant sun Shine the sun from the eyes into the heart. Another day."

I imagined this scene, with the whole family—everyone I could contact at the time—Irreconcilable Sirius, knowing that I and my family were full of differences, in terms of concept, thought, and bone, and I couldn’t find a practical and effective solution for a while. The method is to lie alone by the window and watch the stars, and let the feelings of loneliness and helplessness follow the ink color to fill the entire sky.

"And now, here I am, a teacher at Hogwarts, my life has lost the shackles of shackles, and the future is a piece of freedom, which belongs to me completely. It is the life I most hoped for and least believed in. Now when I think of my childhood, I will It feels like two completely different lives, and what makes people happy is that the change is real."

"Do you feel that the past is nothing now?" I asked casually.

Sirius paused before saying, "No, but I'm trying to get rid of the evasive bad mood that comes with them—so," he cleared his throat, "it's a similar situation when it comes to you, Vincent. , I know you are confused now, I can see, obviously, you are in a mess now."

I made a face.

Sirius said seriously: "I'm not criticizing you, or mocking you. I hope you can find that even if your life is a quagmire, you can always get out of the quagmire - if you can't do it yourself, we I'll help you too. Here's a trick I used to do: Pretend you've crawled out of this quagmire and now it's all just a memory, and it'll be a lot easier when you feel like you're not so caught up in it - try Try it?"

I shrugged, imagined that I was in a pensieve now, had convinced Benelli that I was not a hypocrite, that Danqi and Fleur didn't treat me differently because of the wrong thing I did after taking the medicine, and I even solved the order problem——so now I instantly go back to a memory moment that troubled me, well, there is indeed a sense of relief from being out of it... But then again, if I really solve the problem of order, what will I do Where did you arrive?What happened in one afternoon was enough to push all the mathematical models I built...

"Don't think about the solution to the problem." Sirius suddenly knocked on my head to interrupt my train of thought, which startled me: "I can tell by your expression. This is to teach you to relax your mind, not burden you more."

The author has something to say:

This heart-to-heart talk is not something I wrote to myself who failed the course [It feels like there is no silver 300 taels here] Really, it’s a matter of the next semester anyway. [I faintly feel that the next semester will be stuffed to death, maybe there will be the next semester, the next semester...]

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I have been stuck in the quagmire, and all these positive energies are given to everyone XD