Dementors of the Blakes

I was a little apprehensive, but I didn't dare to peek any more. Instead, I went back to my room and tossed and turned all night, almost without falling asleep.

Then, early the next morning, I went downstairs in fear and waited for Mr. White to leave the room, hoping to see his reaction.

As usual, Mr. White left the room on time every day, and he must have been dressed and washed. His expression did not change, and he still gave a faint greeting, but it finally made me feel at ease.

Sure enough, he was indeed sleepwalking last night, so he shouldn't remember what I peeked at last night.

After that night, everything returned to the original state. In order to prevent Mr. White from sleepwalking into my room again, I would cast a bunch of locking spells on the door every night before going to bed, and at the same time add soundproofing spells to ensure that So that next time I won't be scared to death in my own bed.

At the same time, on weekdays, although I also want to "care" about Mr. White, I have no way to do it, because whenever I want to show my enthusiasm, I will always be scared by his cold eyes Return……

In Mr. White's words, that is a sentence: Mr. Black, have you been infected by my Sith?

...His mad dog, Sith, has recently entered the estrus period.

So, this guy is really too poisonous, too much!Not cute at all!

I was sad, angry and sentimental in my heart, but I couldn't get angry at all. Instead, I became more frustrated and courageous, with the momentum of repeated defeats and defeats, but Mr. White didn't appreciate it.

Am I really that annoying?

Thinking about it, on this night, I lost sleep...

Well, to be honest, my insomnia has nothing to do with Mr. White, it's just a sudden nightmare.

It seemed that it was still in the middle of the night when I woke up, but the scene in the dream had been completely forgotten in a blink of an eye, but there was still some depression brought out by the dream in my mood, which made me unable to fall asleep for a while.

I squinted my eyes and rolled around on the bed for a long time, but felt more and more awake. I felt helpless for a while, so I got up and got out of bed, wanting to walk around.

As soon as I left, I walked into the balcony of the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, I was shocked when I stepped out of the balcony.

Since Mr. White's room is in the same direction as mine, although there is still a study room in the middle, standing on my balcony, I can just witness everything on his balcony.

I can clearly see, Mr. White, not only did he not sleep in the middle of the night when there were no people around, but he was sitting on the balcony of his room wearing a bathrobe. No, to be precise, he was sitting on the balcony On the railing, his legs were dangling outside, in a posture where he was about to fall if he leaned over!

I really can't imagine that someone would come to admire the moon in a bandage and a bathrobe at this time, and it's still in such a posture.

I have to suspect that he was sleepwalking again.

This is too dangerous, what to do if you fall!

I didn't dare to call him like that, I was afraid that something would happen to him out of control when he was awakened, so I rushed back to my room, took my wand and hurried over, facing the locked door It was an "alahoo hole", rushing into the room, into the balcony where the balcony door was not closed, and then directly reaching out and hugging him, trying to pull him down from the dangerous position.

However, as soon as these arms wrapped around him, I felt something was wrong.

He...why is he so cold?It wasn't like the coolness of being blown by the cold wind, but a kind of coldness revealed from the bones, even through a bandage and a layer of bathrobe, it made the person holding him shiver.

But before I figured out what was going on, a sharp pain suddenly hit my abdomen, so I had to let go of Mr. White, took a few steps back, and covered my stomach.

"Sirius Black." It was the same cold voice, but with a hint of anger, "I remember I warned you not to come near me."

Yes, he made three chapters of the covenant when I moved into the house, one of which was to refuse physical contact. I thought he was afraid that others would find out his hideous burns under the bandages, but now... there are all kinds of things. Something is wrong.

But I didn't think about it, instead I felt very wronged, and I complained: "Don't you know that you are about to fall? You don't even know that you have the habit of sleepwalking! If I didn't wake you up...you..."

"...I'm sleepwalking?" Mr. White pointed to himself, his eyes were dark, "Sorry, I don't think coming to the balcony to watch the moon consciously can be regarded as sleepwalking."

Forehead? ?I froze for a moment, and immediately felt something was wrong: "Well...then why are you sitting on the railing like this?"

"I like it." Mr. White looked at me blankly, "Why, does Mr. Black even care about this?"

I was at a loss for words and felt that this was a big trouble, but I also felt that I didn't do it on purpose. Mr. White must be too narrow-minded, so I couldn't help explaining to him: "But you really have the habit of sleepwalking, you are alone I probably don't know if I live here, but last time you came to my room..."

"Wait." Mr. White interrupted me with a raised hand, "Last time? You mean that time...the time when I was debilitated by Mr. Black's loud snoring?"

……kindness?I was taken aback for a second.

"I admit that it was my fault to enter your room without permission, but I can't bear it anymore. I want to gag Mr. Black, but unfortunately you woke up."

……

"I have to say that the unauthorized break-in was still effective." The ice in Mr. White's eyes finally eased, and he seemed to want to laugh, "After that time, I never heard the snoring sound again. I regret why I didn't attack at night earlier."

Well, that's because I used the Soundproofing Charm every night after that time...

No, not right!That's not the point, the point is...

"Didn't you sleepwalk that time? Then why didn't you answer me, didn't make a sound and didn't look at me!" No matter how you look at it, it looks like you are dreaming! ! !

"Oh, I'm on fire." Mr. White replied casually, "I don't want to talk to you."

...my heart is broken.

I was kicked out of Mr. White's room without a word. I felt so wronged that I didn't want to go back to my room, so I just sat down in front of his door.

It seemed like I was being teased, but in the final analysis, it was my own wild thinking, and I couldn't blame the other party for blaming myself.

It's just that it's so late and I can't sleep because of nightmares, so why is this guy sitting on the balcony like this?

When I thought about this problem, and then thought about Mr. White's indifference and all kinds of experiences, I was startled, and without thinking about it, I jumped up and knocked on his door, wishing I could have another "alahoo hole".

After knocking for a long time, the sound of my knocking on the door echoed silently throughout the villa. The door was instantly opened from the inside, and White, the bandaged man's gloomy face revealed a head: "..."

"You must not let it go!" I really didn't know how to look at people's faces, so I almost jumped on it, "Life is precious!!!"

"Make a little more noise, and I'll strip you naked and give it to Sith."

Mr. White's voice was unprecedentedly gentle, but it made me shudder severely. I took two steps back tremblingly, and then watched him slam the door hard.

Oh, he's really short-tempered...really...

It was a rough day, but since that day, Mr. White and I seem to be getting closer.

Mr. White has always been a person who is very sensitive to light. One of the three chapters of our agreement is that only my room can open the curtains, and he himself is almost always in the dark.

He eats very, very little, which makes me almost think that he doesn't eat. When he is quiet, he looks like a dead person.

But recently, this feeling of being like a dead person rarely reappears.

He started to become irritable, his temper became very bad, he was probably addicted to getting angry with me, he would plant language traps for me at every turn, and then sneered, and he liked to threaten to send me to Sith... I retorted that it was human flesh It's not tasty, and he still laughs at the side for a while... I don't know what he is laughing at.

In fact, I have never been able to guess Mr. White's age. I don't have the ability to see the essence through the bandages. I originally thought that he has been here for 10 years, and it seems that his body shape has not changed. At least he is in his 30s.

But looking at it now, I also believe that he is only about twenty, because in his character, even if he behaves in a gloomy manner, there are traces of innocence.

It made me really want to see Rael White for real, not with those burns, but the real him.

Maybe this is difficult for Muggles, but for wizards, it's just a matter of a few potions.

It's just that although I like to fight with him more and more, I'm not sure if I want to do it. The years of burns are too long, and I can't erase all those memories when I cure him. Melon knows something, well, that's not a problem at all for a Gryffindor.

I'm just not sure if Rael White is worth it.

I don't know what I still care about, what I am still hesitating about.

What's more, I always feel that his attitude towards me is very strange. Sometimes I feel that he seems to have accepted me, and sometimes I feel that he seems to hate me very much.

Maybe... now is not the time.

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I, Sirius Black, am definitely not a wizard who snores in the middle of the night, nor a wizard who is suppressed to death by a Muggle all day long, I am just humble...just humble.