Dementors of the Blakes

This stalemate atmosphere can't last long, and Sirius probably knew he was wrong, and he was quickly defeated.

After all, he needs my help, and now he also uses the Screaming Shack as a temporary foothold, and he has to face one every day: the dementor who was originally very gloomy, but still exuding cold air, this Not a happy thing.

So, he tried to please me, trying to make up.

He used the translation spell on himself, and then he crackled and said something, wanting to get a reply from me, but my silence made him wonder if he had used the wrong spell, that's why he didn't know anything. did not hear.

In fact, I find him annoying.

He would also tell me jokes with exaggerated movements, probably thinking that I would laugh out loud.

I really want to ask him, what on earth is he thinking, how can he think that a dementor's facial expression can make a smile?Can he imagine what a Dementor laughs like?

At least, I can't imagine it myself.

What's more, this Gryffindor-style humor is really not my joke.

I think he's more annoying.

Probably figured out my tolerant attitude towards his dog form, he would even turn into an Animagus, circling around me, barking coquettishly, then flicking his tail to touch my cloak, or Put your nose against my hand.

For sugar-coated shells like this, I adopt the policy of eating the sugar-coated shells and throwing them back.

I still don't give him a good look.

But in fact, I won’t tell him, I’ve actually stopped being angry a long time ago, I just think it’s very interesting to be surrounded by people, and I think his frowning face racking his brains is extraordinarily cute, so I deliberately quarreled with him of.

Thanks to him, those inexplicable sorrows caused by Hogwarts also faded a lot.

In this way, it is actually quite good.

Soon, Sirius was completely helpless.

Just when I decided to let him go and tell him that I was no longer angry, he himself used a killer trick first.

He... made amends by inviting me to go to his godson's Quidditch match with him.

...Did he think I was the kind of character who would be grateful if I took it to a ball game?Or do you think that as long as I dedicate and share my beloved godson's Quidditch game, I will feel recognized and finally integrated into his spiritual world?

Wouldn't he feel ashamed and guilty if I asked a blind man to accompany him to watch his godson watch a football game?

Pooh!I'm not so easy to coax...I'm not going to be so excited because of a low-level school student competition!I don't like Quidditch!I don't yearn for a group of lunatics tossing their hair and going in the wind and rain!

I... I... In fact, I accepted the invitation very quickly...

What a failure!

I pulled the hood and wished I could hide myself, which meant "covering my face".

Since when did I become so irresistible to temptation?Who would have thought that my family, which has always been known for being indifferent, calm and casual, would give birth to such a different species as me.

Could it be that he was infected because he stayed with Sirius for a long time?

But... I have only heard that there is mad cow disease in the world. Could it be that there is also a dull dog disease?

It really breaks my heart...

Although I was very conflicted, when the day came, I followed Sirius into Hogwarts without hesitation.

This time, someone led the way, and we slipped into the Quidditch field very smoothly. Sirius seems to be very familiar with all the passages in Hogwarts, and some secret passages. Compared with my lost past last time, I felt even more sad and angry...

It's even worse than Sirius...

It was raining heavily outside, the game had already started, Sirius and I stood behind the empty seats at the top of the stands, although the rain was a little fierce, but given that he was in the form of a big dog and my cloak was already It was so tattered that it couldn't be tattered anymore, so I didn't care about being washed by the rain.

Sirius was quiet, but very emotional. I knew he must be staring intently at his precious godson, but now, I don't have the heart to pay attention to his actions.

My own emotions have also become very wrong.

From the moment I stepped into this Quidditch arena, I suddenly felt my heart beating.

How can this be?For the dementors, the chest where the human heart is located is just a formless void. We don't have a heart at all, but I can feel it beating crazily.

The sound of the rain was very loud, and the voices of the audience were mixed together, which was also very loud, but even so, I still felt that I could hear many, many voices clearly, the sound of the school uniform and robe being blown by the wind, and the sound of flying broomsticks across the sky The sound of the Quaffle being passed, the sound of the Bludger being hit, the sound of scoring, the whistle, the whoop.

The smell here is not just rain, but sweat and tears.

Some strange pictures flashed through my mind, gradually mixed with the information passed on at this moment, but separated again clearly.

It dawned on me for the first time that this wasn't Sirius' memory, nor was it the memory of any human being I'd ever spied upon.

I don't want to lose them, so I force myself to face that fact.

This is my memory.

I, am a dementor, but... I have my own, human memories.

Those memories have been forgotten by me, and I have never thought of them, even if I can't think of them until now, but at least, I know its existence, and I know that they all really exist.

I must have been to Hogwarts, I was a student, I was even a Quidditch player.

The nostalgia and love for this place is an emotion that is deeply rooted in the bones of every Hogwarts student.

I can't forget.

Suddenly, I felt Sirius pulling my cloak with his claws.

Oh yes, we should go back, it's not safe to stay too long.

But I can't move because I can't control myself at all and I don't want to just leave like this.

I always feel like I should do something, I have to do something, I can't get out of here!

I vaguely heard the sound of flapping wings, such a soft sound, in such a noisy environment, it hit the depths of my heart one after another.

With a feeling of timidity and anticipation, I subconsciously stretched out my hand to grab it, and a small thing with wings was tightly clasped in the palm of my hand.

This feeling of being tickled by wings on the palm of your hand is too familiar.

I knew the little guy's name almost instantly—the Golden Snitch.

I was stunned for a moment, then raised my arms and carefully half-closed my palms, letting the little thing struggle in my hands but couldn't get out.

Oh man, I caught the game Snitch, but I'm not a Seeker.

What can I do now?Should I just pawn it and let the game go on?

But I can't bear it, this is the golden snitch I caught!It's me...it's mine!

I made a decision in an instant, I planned to take this thing home and collect it myself, what kind of competitions, troubles, picking up "gold" and so on, I don't understand at all!

With some joy in my heart, I raised my hand higher.

It was obviously a gloomy weather, and the cloak was blown up by the wind, but at this moment, I saw the sunny clouds and the dazzling sunshine.

Yes, I see, I have no eyes, but I do see.

The little golden snitch, held high by me, overlapped with the sun, reflecting the dazzling brilliance under the refraction of the sun.

This is my only... golden memory.

But before I really remembered anything specific, I suddenly felt dizzy, and my raised hand dropped silently.

My thinking seems to be clearer than usual, but my body is uncontrollable, as if Pandora's box is about to be opened, and something is warning me.

I was gradually losing control over my body, and my instinctive aura began to be uncontrollable, and it slowly spread out.

Oops... Sirius is still around, he won't be able to maintain the Animagus, no... no, most importantly, he will be discovered by the teacher in the stands!

I tried to regain control of my body, but it suddenly became extremely difficult.

I think we're going to be in big trouble.

Probably Merlin Asylum, in such a bad situation, something even worse happened, which took away the attention of everyone present.

My tribe, many tribesmen, almost a hundred, floated out from the entrance below and stood on the field.

My God, Sirius!He can't be here anymore, he has to go! ! !

The strong sense of crisis finally took effect, my body was finally able to move, and the aura instantly controlled the balance, and I was about to retreat pulling Sirius.

But this time, it was Sirius' turn not to leave, he barked, and if I hadn't grabbed him with one hand, he would have almost rushed down.

What a nerve!Rush to the pile of dementors to seek death! ?

I didn't dare to use the dementor's ability to suppress him, I was afraid that he would turn back into a human form here, so I could only hold him with my hands, but one hand couldn't hold him at all.

I thought, I can't let Sirius just die like this.

I let go of the palm of my other hand and let the Snitch disappear without a trace, feeling in my heart, as if something flew away like this, and maybe it would never come back.

However, I can hold Sirius with two hands.

This one is what I really don't want to let go of.

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I—the dementor, a dementor who suddenly became very strange, had a premonition that something important was about to happen, and maybe it would change everything, maybe... it never changed.