Dementors of the Blakes

Things started to show signs the next morning.

I was awakened abruptly by the sound of an explosion, and stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time before I remembered that this strange place was the White House.

But... what is this sound?

I got out of bed, stepped on cotton slippers, rubbed my eyes and wandered out of the door, came to the corridor on the second floor, and subconsciously looked downstairs while leaning on the railing.

The sound came from below just now, but due to the angle, I couldn't see clearly. I could only see Mr. White, who was dressed neatly, standing there blankly and motionless.

"Good morning, what are you doing?" I greeted casually.

"Oh, good morning." His voice was still flat. "I'm making toast."

Oh, so he was making breakfast.

I really can't see that Mr. White can handle these things like this. Doesn't he think his bandages are very inconvenient?But then again, after living alone for so long, he really should know something.

So I, a guy who got up late, asked casually: "Hey, is there any share for me?"

Well, I admit that I am hungry, but Mr. White has been silent, he did not answer me.

I myself also felt that I was overreaching a bit, and just when I was about to play haha ​​to get over this question, I heard the other party say "En" very softly.

I was instantly satisfied, and once again lamented that Mr. White is really a very easy-going and talkative person.

However, the reality is extremely cruel.

After I changed my clothes and washed up, and went downstairs, what I faced was a few pieces of black charcoal.

"...What is this?" I couldn't help twitching.

"Burnt toast," he added a prefix, honestly.

I couldn't help but have a headache: "Don't Muggles have special toasters?"

"Well, yes, I did."

"Then how..."

"Failed."

Immediately, my headache got worse. I stroked my forehead and stood up, and asked him, "Where is the toaster? Is there an instruction manual? Let me try it." As I spoke, I was eager to try it.

He finally stopped lowering his head slightly, but raised his head slowly, and told me dryly: "The machine exploded."

...Very well, I know where the loud bang this morning came from.

Rael White is a genius who can make the machine explode by inserting two pieces of bread and pressing a button.

For breakfast that day, I cooked 6 poached eggs myself, served with some bacon in a can and milk in the refrigerator. Mr. White ate very, very little.

At the same time, he also told me very honestly that he doesn't know how to cook, because he dare not light a fire at all, and all the affairs in the past were done by... the nanny, and now the nanny just returned home, and we only ordered takeaway. There is only one option - I will take care of three meals a day.

Merlin testifies... I can only fry poached eggs.

Apart from this, I soon discovered other oddities.

Mr. White's house has all kinds of advanced Muggle equipment, but Lel White himself can use less than one-third of them, and among these one-third, those that can survive under his use The equipment has been reduced by half again. It is conceivable how "wonderful" my life should be living with him and letting him toss about those things all day long.

Fortunately, I got used to it quickly, implying that I just met a poor potionist, so explosions and all are taken for granted.

But there is one thing that bothers me very much.

Mr. White, he seems to have a sleepwalking problem.

Can you imagine the scene where I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a mummy standing beside my bed without saying a word?

Oh, he's still staring at me intently!

I was so frightened that I lost my sleepiness, I subconsciously touched the magic wand under the pillow, and threw out an attack spell. I didn't realize it was not a monster until the spell was finished. I tilted my wrist slightly, and the spell was almost It rubbed the opponent's right ear and flew out.

... almost hit him, why didn't he hide! ?

No, no, right, why did he come to my room in the middle of the night and watch me!

Yes, I finally recognized it soberly. This is a mysterious species that suddenly appeared in my room in the middle of the night...it is Mr. Rael White.

He didn't wear any clothes, just a bandage makeup. Should I be glad that he didn't take off the bandage?Although I don't know that the one with burns and bandages is more terrifying.

"What are you doing?!" I couldn't help gnashing my teeth, and I was actually anxious to use the action that he saw using the spell just now. Could it be... I need to give Mr. White a forgetting spell?

However, facing my ferocious expression, Mr. White seemed not to see it, and he looked at me coldly for a while, and I found that he didn't blink at all!

I couldn't help it anymore, I stretched out my hand and shook it in front of him, and he really didn't blink.

I felt a little fuzzy in my heart, why did I feel that something was wrong with him, and at this moment, Mr. White suddenly turned around and walked towards the door.

...What is going on?Why do I think he looks like a ghost?

I followed behind him secretly, and followed him all the way back to his own room. I quietly hid at the door, opened the door a crack, and looked inside furtively.

It was too dark in the room, and I couldn't see anything clearly, unlike my room, where the moonlight came in anyway, and Mr. White's room had thick curtains, so I could only see a rough outline of him.

I noticed that he was sitting on my bed, and I deeply felt that he looked like no one else, more like sleepwalking.

Muggles aren't the only ones who sleepwalk, wizards occasionally do, so I'm not completely ignorant of it, and at least I don't really think Mr. White is possessed.

After I figured everything out, I wanted to leave quietly, but I didn't expect that at this moment, Mr. White suddenly raised his hand, as if he was trying to untie something on his body.

What else is on him?Only bandages.

This move was so sudden that I forgot to avoid it for a moment, watching the bandages scattered on the bed.

After getting along for a while, Mr. White, the Bandage Freak, finally untied all the bandages on his upper body, but... I couldn't see anything clearly...

Because the room was too dark, except for one outline, everything else was pitch black.

Although Mr. White usually has a general outline when he is wearing a bandage, he is wrapped in a layer after all. Now he looks thinner than I imagined, with a pointed chin and a narrow waist. thin.

Actually... if it weren't for those burns, maybe Mr. White would be a very handsome man.

It's just that I couldn't see the burns that bothered him and tried hard to cover up in the darkness.

No, I don't want to see either.

At this moment, I finally realized how reckless and abrupt my actions were.

I don't know how angry and hurt Mr. White would be if he found me, a strange tenant, who almost saw what he had been hiding all along, oh, what a cowardly and cowardly man he is, hiding himself with bandages , afraid of light and flames, maybe even indifference is a means of protecting oneself.

He even sleepwalks!If it is not because of too much mental stress, how can an adult sleepwalk? !

When I think of this, I feel that even Mr. White's eccentricities have become distressing. As a powerful wizard who once took "protecting Muggles" as his mission... Well, although now I feel that Muggles don't need us at all protection, but... There will always be one or two special ones, right?

In my heart, I immediately put Mr. White, who had suffered misfortune and was "sensitive", into this range.

I decided that I must get along well with Mr. White and lead him out of that shadow.

Because I, Sirius Black, am a powerful wizard!Be a Gryffindor wizard!

It is my nature to protect the weak...

After so many years of boring life, I finally found a strange purpose, and suddenly I felt a passion burning inside me... I had a sense of mission.

I quietly put my hand on the doorknob, trying to close the door and leave here.

At this moment, in the gradually closing door, I seemed to see Mr. White, who was sitting on the bed, turned his face suddenly, and looked directly at me in the door.

Those black eyes were frighteningly bright, the only thing I could see clearly in the darkness.

Uh, that look... Is he really sleepwalking?

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I, Sirius Black, have become extremely decadent due to years of idleness, but now, on a dark and stormy night, I have found a brand new purpose!I'm very excited...