[HP] Moonlight Lingling

"Okay." Mrs. Black nodded, "You can also call me grandma. I hope you have learned the elegance of Sissy."

"Okay, Mom. Let's take our leave first. The two children just came back from the Hogwarts Express, and they are a little tired." Seeing Mrs. Black's sympathy with the two children, he regained his high spirits The way he looked, he smiled and greeted his mother.

"Well, yes, Sirius, you should also have a good rest." Mrs. Black nodded to Sirius.

When they were halfway up the stairs, Mrs. Black, who had already closed the curtains, opened them again: "Wait, Cynthia, right? Which college do you belong to?"

"Grandma, I'm from Gryffindor College, and so is Harry!" Cynthia turned her head and showed a bright smile to Mrs. Black.

"What?!" She seemed to be stunned, she didn't see Sirius snickering and took the two children up the stairs quickly, "But Harry is the heir of Slytherin..."

Both Cynthia and Harry's rooms were arranged on the third floor.There are many rooms on this floor, but Kreacher arranged the rooms of the two of them just at the end of the corridor, leaving the two children speechless. In addition, Kreacher bowed solemnly and explained to the two, "Miss Cynthia is a woman. My child, Master Harry is a boy. According to the tradition of the Black family, the third floor is the girl's room and the fourth floor is the boy's room. But because Master Sirius has too few children, according to the master's order, Harry The rooms of the young master and Miss Cynthia are arranged on the same floor."

All right.Cynthia shrugged, it's the same anywhere, as long as it's comfortable to live in.At Malfoy Manor, her room wasn't on the same floor as Draco's room either.

She opened the room, and the inside was a piece of blue, which was in line with her aesthetics.A beautiful ceiling that imitates the changing sky - now it is a blue sky with floating white clouds, curtains that can change color with time - it is noon, it is a light blue sky with a clear sky, and there is a matte blanket. Lace bedspreads and mosquito nets—Cynthia wanted to cry: Dad, you actually asked Narcissa’s mother, right? !It's cute...but I'm already 12 years old! !

But Cynthia likes the thick wool carpet in the room and the pile of soft pillows piled up in the corner of the room, as well as the oversized bookcase that casts a space spell - there is a place for her all kinds of strange tomes .A desk with some photographs on it - Cynthia's baby pictures that Sirius found in the house where they used to live in London, and Aglaia and Sirius with a bright smile when they were young, Occasionally there were the Potters; and a dressing-table—that mirror screamed when Cynthia looked at it curiously: "Oh! Merlin! Such beautiful blue eyes! But dear, you How can someone at the same age wear such plain blablablabla..."

A tic-tac-toe suddenly appeared on Cynthia's head: "Is that the Hogwarts school uniform?!"

"Oh~~~~ My dear, it's vacation now, you've already gone home, haven't you, so quickly change out of your school uniform, how about that one, it matches your eyes blablablabla..."

When Cynthia couldn't bear it anymore, she pulled out her wand and threw a silencing spell over there, but one person had already done it first.

"Daddy!" It was Sirius.

"How about it, Cindy? Dad prepared this room by himself~" Sirius raised his head triumphantly and said proudly.

"I like it very much! Thank you, Dad!" Cynthia rushed to hug Sirius and rubbed against him.It must have been set up by him before he went to Hogwarts.

"Okay, Cindy." Sirius walked out with his daughter in his arms, "Shall we go see Harry?"

"Okay~" Cynthia walked through the corridor with her father happily.

Sirius was also very helpless that Harry's room was at the other end of the corridor, but Sirius had nothing to do with this stubborn elf, because he was right.

"Harry?" They knocked on the door, then pushed open the door after hearing the echo from inside.

Harry's room was completely different from Cynthia's.His room is dominated by gold and red tones. Although the curtain ceiling is the same pattern, the bed and other furnishings are completely different-his bed is the same red as the Gryffindor dormitory, but it is more red than the four-poster bed in the dormitory. Even more gorgeous, there are some Quidditch knick-knacks and photos of the Potter family on the desk, and on the wall are posters of his favorite Charlie Cannons—Sirius asked Ron, and then bought them by mail order After reading it, I sneaked back and posted it.

As soon as they entered the room, they saw Harry's eyes red, which shocked Sirius: "Harry, what's wrong with you?! Don't scare me!"

Harry didn't speak, but lowered his head, letting Sirius pull him into his arms.

After a while, Harry said in a low voice, "Thank you, Godfather."

Sirius froze for a moment, and then came back to his senses. "It's the godfather's fault for allowing you to stay in those Muggle homes for so long and suffer so much. The godfather has the responsibility to give you a home. From now on, this is your home. What can I thank you for?"

Cynthia's eyes were also a little red. "Harry," she said softly, "this is our home."

"Well, our home." Harry wiped away his tears, raised his head, looked at Sirius and Cynthia, and smiled.Those emerald eyes are as bright as the most beautiful gems.

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"So, now, it's time to talk about what you just did." Sirius pulled Cynthia to sit down at the small round table in Harry's room, with an attitude of "tell me what secret you have."

"What did I just do?" Harry's eyes widened in confusion.

"Harry," Cynthia learned Draco's aria, "can you tell us why you speak Parseltongue?"

"Snake language? Didn't I just speak English?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

"No. That's a very rare, very rare talent." Cynthia paused, "The most famous snake whisperer known so far is Salazar Slytherin, and the other is... the mysterious man .”

"What?!" Harry almost jumped up in surprise.

"Harry, have you ever talked to a snake before?" Sirius said gravely.

"I, I don't remember... Ah, I once talked to a Brazilian boa constrictor when I went to the zoo with Dudley, and I accidentally let it out..." Harry said, scratching his head. "I thought a lot of wizards could do that."

"There are a lot of people who can speak Mermaid and Elvish, but—" Cynthia said, "it's only the Slytherin family who can speak Parselton. Because You-Know-Who is the last known heir of Slytherin."

"That's right, because you can speak snake language, that's why my mother thought you were the heir of Slytherin just now." Sirius nodded, "But I haven't heard of any marriage between the Potter family and the Slytherin family... ...Could it be Lily's house?!"

"Uh, maybe Aunt Lily is a descendant of Slytherin?" Cynthia thought for a while.

"I think mom might think so." Sirius was rather happy, "Anyway, mom has always been a loyal believer in Slytherin, let them think Harry is the heir of Slytherin, maybe mom thinks so Like Cindy, thinks the Lilys are actually Squib descendants of the Slytherins or something..."

"However, Harry, because this is a very rare talent, you must not let others know about your talent. Unless it is absolutely necessary, don't let others know." Sirius said again. "Including Professor Dumbledore. It's not that I don't trust him, but I'm afraid of what he might do to you. After all, no matter how much he loves you, he is also a leader against Voldemort." Although Sirius doubted Harry's snake The language has something to do with Voldemort, but his love for Harry still temporarily defeated his sense of justice.

"...I see, Godfather." Harry nodded, feeling moved again.

"Merry Christmas!" Cynthia got up early on Christmas morning, only to find that someone was earlier than her.

"Merry Christmas, Miss Cynthia!" Cynthia was about to go to the living room to see the huge Christmas tree that Kreacher had spent a long time decorating with great care.

"... Kreacher?" Cynthia looked inexplicably at Kreacher, who was full of grief and indignation and wanted to hit the wall, but in order to maintain the image of the ancient and noble Black family, he has been holding back from punishing himself.

"Miss Cynthia!" Kreacher looked at Cynthia with tears in his eyes, "Old Kreacher is not a good elf, he let Master Harry cook by himself! Old Kreacher must punish himself!" He said Wanted to run down to the basement to find something to punish myself.

"Kreacher, I order you to stop." Cynthia said helplessly, "What's going on?"

Before Cynthia could speak, she saw Harry coming out of the kitchen. "Good morning, Cynthia. Merry Christmas."

"Harry?!" Cynthia looked at Harry in surprise, "How did you come out of the kitchen?!"

"Ah, I'd like to make you and the godfather breakfast." Harry smiled, then turned to serve the food.But Kreacher was faster than him, and the elf had already brought the breakfast that Master Harry had made by his mistake.