[HP] Ace Wizard

Or something - Harry hadn't figured out how the brew was any different from the cheap teabags Uncle Vernon drank.

Looking at Sirius, Harry felt again that his anger had somehow disappeared.

Well, well, they were born with golden keys, Harry said sarcastically in his heart, he couldn't bear to eat so pretentiously.

Even though he thought so, Harry still finished his breakfast according to the action Sirius had just taught him - although he thought it was awkward, he still persisted.However, when he was about to pick up the teacup and drink tea, he was stopped by Sirius again.

He wanted to tell the other party his dissatisfaction, but Sirius ignored him and waved his wand directly - turning the black tea in his cup into milk.

"Young people need to drink a lot of milk so you can grow tall enough—I have to say, Harry, you're probably no taller than a girl among your peers."

Harry had nothing to say.He was indeed about the same height as Hermione - but Hermione sometimes wore her hair up so that she looked a little taller than him.He had to obediently hold up the cup to drink the milk.

"...Are you afraid of dogs, Harry?" Sirius asked him suddenly when he was finishing his drink.

Harry looked up at him inexplicably: "Not afraid. What's the matter?"

Sirius shook his head immediately, which seemed completely inconsistent with his usual slow-moving gentlemanly demeanor (?): "It's okay, just asking."

Harry didn't take this strange question to heart.It's just that when the rest day is over and they start training again, he gets it right away.

Merlin stroked his waist-length white beard just like the legendary Merlin in the stories, and looked at the group of candidates with a smile, his blue eyes revealing an undisguised joking and spectacle-like look.

"You need to choose a dog from among these," Merlin said, "and you must learn to take good care of him or her, because this dog will be your future companion and friend."

Harry immediately took a fancy to the all-black German Shepherd, squinting and lying in the cage, seemingly completely devoid of energy.

When Harry was leading the dog, Merlin had a "sure enough" look in his eyes.

"You're right, Galahad." During the training of the future agents, Merlin was talking to another person through glasses. "He really chose the German Shepherd."

"I'm right, Merlin." The voice that came out of the glasses was not Galahad's voice, but the voice of their boss—King Arthur. "I knew that kid would choose that kind of dog."

"Don't be so sure, Arthur," it was Galahad's voice this time, and they chatted on the public channel, "Why, what about the boy you chose? Ah, no, he's grown up so much Zhang Laocheng's face doesn't look like a boy in his early 20s at all, I think if I go out with him, people will say that he is older than me - what did he choose? Tibetan mastiff?"

Chapter 5

Each of the young men chose a dog—it was part of the training, so they had to obey.

Harry was originally afraid of dogs, but he liked cats more, so he was nervous when he heard Merlin ask them to get a dog.But for some reason, when he saw the dogs locked in cages, his mood suddenly calmed down.He calmly maintained his usual posture, and pulled out the black German Shepherd lying lazily from the cage.

"Hey, big guy, hello." Harry leaned over to the black dog and rubbed his head.The black dog just looked up at him lazily, then lay down and continued to sleep.

Harry didn't care about the black dog's indifference to him, and continued to rub the black dog's fur cheerfully, seeming to like it very much.

Training with their own dog has become a new part of their training, and Harry also gets along well with this dog, which he named "Cold", and sometimes even let it lie on him to sleep. The problem, it looked like they had been in an owner-pet relationship for years, which seemed weird to Hermione - Harry had said that he wasn't particularly fond of dogs.

On this rest day, Merlin said that everyone could take their dogs to play during the holiday, so they all took their dogs out, including Hermione, they all left the classrooms and dormitories, and came to the spacious The training ground—yesterday they were still here in two groups attacking each other.

Harry came under a big tree with a cold, he untied the rope for the cold, and let him run around by himself, then Harry lay down under the tree, squinting at the top of the tree, the sun shining through The overgrown leaves cast mottled spots on Harry's face.

The long-lost leisure made Harry feel very relaxed, he turned his head sideways, and his cold ran to Hermione not far away - Hermione was sitting by the lake not far from the big tree where Harry was lying, reading a book, Her golden retriever is having fun with a cold.

Harry smiled silently, turned his head back, and was about to fall asleep in a daze, but woke up a second before he was about to be snatched away by sleep.

His eyes were covered, so he couldn't see anything, but the other didn't take advantage either, and Harry knew that his wand was pressed against the other's chest.

"Okay, Harry, it's me." Hearing someone's voice, Harry breathed a sigh of relief—Sirius moved his hand away before Harry put away his wand.

"The vigilance is good, it seems that the training is still useful." Today, Sirius accidentally didn't wear his expensive but also staid suit in Harry's eyes, but casually wore casual shirts, Harry was surprised Suddenly, he found that the tattoo could be seen on the collar that was not buttoned up as well as before.

"Hey Sirius, why are you here?" Harry remembered the experience of the last time we had breakfast together, and sat up suddenly, making himself a little dizzy.

"Okay Harry, you can take your time, and I won't hurt you." Sirius smiled, he helped Harry, and then sat next to Harry himself, which made Harry feel nervous again. There was a burst of surprise.

"You, you..." Harry stammered for a long time before he could say a complete sentence, "Why are you sitting on the floor?!"

"You can sit, why can't I?" Sirius looked at him sideways, his gray eyes were not covered by glasses, and they were shining in the sun, making him look the same as Harry had seen him before. Like two completely different people.

In the past, Sirius looked like one of the well-dressed nobles and officials he often saw on TV, noble and elegant but seemed inhumane.And now Sirius is dressed casually, and his hair is not fixed with pomade as before, but loosely loose. His fit body is wrapped in a black top, with tattoos faintly exposed on the collar— — This look seemed to suit him better than a suit, and Harry thought he looked more handsome this way.

"How's the recent training? How are you getting along with your little friends?" Sirius didn't care about his refusal to answer, but continued to ask.

Harry blinked, and replied, "It's fine." He didn't realize until he had answered that the "kids" Sirius asked about were probably not those who trained with him, but his "cold".

"I heard you don't like dogs." Sirius lay down with his hands folded behind his head. "I thought you'd choose the bulldog or the poodle—at least they're not very big."

"Bulldog?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise, "Isn't it a pug?"

Sirius glanced at him: "What are you thinking? Pugs have no fighting power."

Harry rubbed his nose embarrassingly: "Then I wouldn't choose a poodle, that kind of dog is only liked by girls. I used to watch TV, and those noble ladies kept that..." He looked at the poodle on the other side. Pansy glanced at the poodle.Pansy's poodle was out there pranking her.

"Poodles are fighting dogs, they can even serve as hunting dogs."

Harry seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

"Speaking of which, why did you choose the German Shepherd? He is so big, I thought you would be afraid..."

"I like him," said Harry. "Actually, I don't like dogs very much...but he's special."

Sirius sat up, looking at Harry, who was sitting with his back to him.

Harry looked at the cold who was still having fun with Hermione's golden retriever in the distance, and chuckled: "Actually, I don't like cold, but... when I saw him, I thought of another dog The black dog... Actually, I always thought they were a little bit alike, that's all."

"Another black dog?" Sirius felt as if he remembered something.

"When I was thirteen...well, I'm not sure, but it must have been. I got into a fight with Dudley once and he pushed me down the stairs. I had just come from my aunt's I stole my parents' wands from a locked drawer in my house, so I got too carried away - I accidentally pushed them down."

Sure enough, it was that time.Sirius didn't speak, just listened silently as he continued.

"Because he was not in my aunt's house, he pushed me down and left. I didn't want to talk to him, it would be better if he left... I just wanted to be alone, but I forgot, Falling down the stairs hurts. I just want to hold their wands and find a place to miss them, but I never thought of getting hurt