war and peace

Harry returned along the same road. Although the wind was very cold, his heart was still beating wildly.He almost put himself in the mouth of a black mamba just now!Harry, still in shock, hid his broom in the owl shack, rubbing and rubbing his cheeks as he ran to the pitch, creating a little flush to cover his frightened paleness.

The score on the court was 180 to [-], and the Snitch hadn't been caught yet.Harry pushed forward, eyes widening in disbelief.Gryffindor was far ahead - but he realized right away that their Seeker had changed, and the new substitute looked timid, as if he was afraid of being knocked off his broom.Harry's heart sank, and he could probably guess how the original Seeker had been replaced.

The shadows of the ball and people on the field are intertwined rapidly, drawing golden red and silver green lines.The Gryffindor players are very strong, which can be seen from the score, but the Seeker will look like a flaw.Or maybe he's been a Seeker for too long, and he's obsessed with this position so much that he's uncomfortable looking at other candidates?Harry thought so, but Marcus Flint's powerful impact was really not a joke...

A golden light flashed across Harry's eyes.The Gryffindors were silent for a second, and they all shouted: "Snitch!"In the midst of the chaos, Harry saw a green line swooping down, and the momentary changes in the field confirmed his thoughts - Slytherin's Seeker Terrence Higgins caught the Snitch.

The Gryffindors were half exclaimed and half grateful.What screamed was that the Snitch was captured by the opponent. Fortunately, Gryffindor's score was large enough. Even if they didn't catch the golden ball, they still narrowly won by [-] points.Harry looked up at the sky, and the red uniforms had already hugged into a ball to celebrate the victory; looking at the other side, the Slytherins booed in unison.

"They're not going to win any longer," Ron said firmly at the dinner table. "Wood's defense is too tight. It's almost watertight."

Neville nodded, his face was still flushed red, he didn't know whether it was excitement or anger, "Those two balls were hit after Bell knocked Wood off the broom with a Bludger!"

Dean still didn't quite understand the difference between Quidditch and football. He shouted excitedly: "They should be sent off. That's an intentional foul!"

All eyes were on the few empty seats on the long table, which were the positions of the team members.Seeker Elizabeth Carpenter had two broken ribs and Wood had an arm injury.The other team members were somewhat bruised, and they were all taken to the school hospital by the dean, Professor McGonagall, for examination as soon as the game was over.

Winning is winning, but all the Gryffindor students don't look very happy, and the losing Slytherin is even more gloomy.Harry didn't know whether he was more excited or disappointed. The Gryffindor team won, although it was more difficult; on the other hand, Harry felt that although Elizabeth was knocked down, this kind of thing happened to him before , even if he feels that he can definitely do better now, the Seeker position doesn't have to be him, does it?Harry bit his lip. He was lying on the bed staring at the crimson flannel curtains. He had more important things to do...

Christmas is coming.One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke up from a dream to find several feet of snow all around and hard ice on the lake.

Everyone can't wait for the holidays.While fires blazed in the Gryffindor common room and Great Hall, the drafty corridors were bitterly cold, and the windows of the classrooms rattled with the bitter wind.Worst of all, Professor Snape's classes were all held in the underground classroom, and a cloud of white mist formed in front of them as soon as they breathed out, so they had to get as close to their hot cauldron as possible.

"My parents were ready. They kept complaining that owls could only deliver food like candy," Draco Malfoy said during a Potions class. "They said they were going to surprise me."

He looked at Harry as he spoke.Crabbe and Goyle watched him enviously.Lord Harry pretended not to see that he was weighing out the powdered lionfish spine.Malfoy didn't know what was going on, and he always wanted to use various actions to attract his attention, but he really stayed away from childlike showing off and Slytherin temper.However, with Malfoy's perseverance, Harry can only guess that his Death Eater father wanted to get something or know something from him. And he was the last to see Voldemort.

Thinking of this, Harry sighed heavily.There was no progress at all... It was as if Voldemort had suddenly turned into air and evaporated!His mind drifted to a letter in the dormitory that he had read many times. Sirius warmly invited him to visit the Black family's old house for Christmas.His latest hope can only be that the cupboard where Kreacher hides things has not been cleaned out?

So when Professor McGonagall took the form for them to fill out last week, Harry wrote home without hesitation.What surprised him was that the children of the Weasley family were also going back to the Burrow. Harry clearly remembered that the Weasleys were going to visit Charlie in Romania last time.But now it was none of his business, the deep friendship with the Weasley children was now only one-sided in Harry's head.

Few stayed, and to Harry's surprise Tom was one of them.His explanation for this was very simple: "It's cold, I don't want to move." Harry didn't know whether he was talking about himself or Professor Roald, but judging by his reticence, it was more likely that both would stay in school.One time, Harry casually shared his guess with Hermione, and the girl nodded in satisfaction: "Harry, I told you that you will definitely become good friends! Look, how well you know him!"

Harry was silent, he could only think in his mind that he shot himself in the foot.

Christmas is fast approaching.When Harry got off the train with a small bag of luggage, he saw Sirius waving at him beamingly. He looked much better, and Harry ran over quickly.They hugged tightly, and Sirius Disapparated with him.

Number 12, Grimmauld Place, is still crumpled between numbers 11 and 13.When Harry entered the door, he noticed that there was not even a speck of dust on it, and he was secretly surprised that Sirius didn't seem like a person who would do such a thing.He followed the godfather into the foyer, and the passage from the porch to the living room made him look stupid.

The inside of the house is very clean.The golden branch candlesticks are clean and bright, the curtains are soft and drooping, and there is still a little floral fragrance in the air.Not to mention missing rags and howling portraits, even the rows of house-elf heads were missing.It looked like a real aristocratic ancestral home, the kind that had nothing to do with the Dark Arts.

Sirius turned his head and saw Harry staring at the surroundings with his eyes wide open, his mouth couldn't be closed, he couldn't help laughing: "Shocked, Harry? The first time we met, I scared you into thinking your godfather was a poor man. ghost?"

Harry shook his head hastily.He had known what this old house was like for a long time, and he was even prepared to cook by himself, but he didn't expect it to turn into this appearance, thinking that many of them had cleaned it for a long time without such effect.He looked around and asked a question: "You cleaned this up all by yourself?"

"Of course not." Sirius shrugged easily, "House-elf, you should have seen..." Harry remembered that he grew up in the Muggle world, so he didn't know such things theoretically, so he shook his head .Sirius obviously thought of it too, he coughed awkwardly, "It's a magical creature... Kreacher! Kreacher!"

The house-elf poked its head halfway out of the kitchen, and Harry saw the fluffy white fur in its ears: "Master, what's the matter? Kreacher is preparing lunch for the guests according to the master's instructions." Its tennis-ball-sized glazed eyes turned to Ha Li, bowed to him, and then asked in a shrill voice: "Is there any other orders, Master?"

Sirius looked at Harry, paused for a while and said: "It's okay, you can continue to make lunch." Then he lifted Harry's suitcase, "You sit for a while, I will take the suitcase to your room. There is a snack on the table, Eat some when you're hungry..."

Harry turned a deaf ear and just stood there.what did he seeImmaculate old Blake home!Polite and humble Elf Kreacher!The contrast is too great!He looked up to see the figure of the godfather disappearing around the corner of the stairs, and a Sirius who got along well with the elf... What happened?

He suddenly remembered the locket.Harry acted immediately. He looked for the room in his memory, only to be surprised to find that it had become Kreacher's bedroom.A clean, thick soft mattress, lots of knick-knacks neatly arranged on shelves, and even a family tree of house-elfs.

It was much easier than finding a tiara in the Room of Requirement. Harry found the golden locket almost instantly, with a snow-white tea towel and a blue and white porcelain plate under it. Kreacher seemed to attach the most importance to it.On the box, a sculpture of a snake is spitting out a letter, the carving is rough...it's a fake.

Harry felt his heart lift and drop.Why are fakes here?What about the real locket?He could hardly catch his breath.Harry really wanted to rush out and ask Kreacher what happened, but Sirius was about to come down, and the footsteps echoed on the stairs.Even if you asked, the elf would not necessarily tell you, Harry tried to persuade himself to calm down.He sat down on the soft cushion, grabbed an apple and started to chew.

After they had lunch, Harry was sent to rest by Sirius.When he got up, before the Christmas dinner, Sirius took Harry around the old house, mainly to ask him carefully about his situation in school.But Harry found that the portraits on the wall were all smiling quietly, including Sirius' mother (this surprised him, the old woman kept screaming in his memory); Whoever fixed it has Sirius' name on it flashing.

This was getting weirder, Harry mused to himself.But Sirius didn't notice that his full attention seemed to be on one thing, and that was how to give his godson the best of himself during the holidays.

Dinner was very rich.When Harry was trying to eat a fat and tender roast goose leg, he realized that Sirius had the idea of ​​getting him another one, so he waved his hand to stop it.The plate in front of him has already been filled with all kinds of food by Sirius, salmon slices, nut pudding, meringue biscuits, apple pie, and next to it is a cup of milky mashed potatoes and a star pan with carambola slices. fun wine.When Sirius brought it to him, he also specially introduced that it was blended with cognac from the best vintage in France. He just laughed at Harry's doubts about underage drinking: "It's just a little flavored wine. But Christmas... besides, with me here, you won't be afraid of getting drunk!"

Harry knew how much his godfather wanted to bring him happiness, and it had to be said that Kreacher was pretty good at it, and he drank quite a bit.When the stomach finally couldn't hold anything more, Harry's eyes were blinding and his legs were floating.

Sirius didn't expect Harry's drinking capacity to be so light, and while secretly amused, he gently helped him to the upstairs room.Just when he covered Harry with the quilt and was about to get up, the drunk man on the bed suddenly stood up and kissed him on the cheek: "Thank you... Sirius..." Sirius looked back and fell back The sleepy person on the bed has soft eyes.He patted his godson's pink cheek with his hand, and secretly vowed to make little Harry fat.

Sirius sat beside Harry's bed for a while, making sure he was soundly asleep before leaving.When he walked to his door and twisted the handle, he hesitated for a while, then turned his head and stared at the locked door diagonally upstairs, as if he was considering whether to go up.But at last he sighed and went to sleep.