[HP] Years Whisk

"I didn't expect you, Hufflepuff, to have so many advantages." Andromeda lay lazily on the couch in the garden greenhouse, looking curiously at Ted Tonks pressing various flowers and leaves. The ratio is adjusted, put honey, and finally rinse with hot water.

"Here you are." Ted held a cup of nectar tea in both hands, and felt that it was a bit hot outside, so he took off his scarf, used it as a heat insulation pad, and handed it to Andromeda.

The freshly brewed nectar tea exudes sweet steam. The golden tea soup and the light yellow woolen scarf form a sharp contrast with the cold outside the greenhouse garden, making people feel warmed from the bottom of their hearts.

Andromeda took it and took a sip. The fragrance of flowers and herbs mixed with the sweetness of nectar made it very delicious.Andromeda couldn't help squinting her eyes comfortably, and the tense feeling around her body and the aristocratic airs she brought out also dissipated as she relaxed.Seeing Andromeda's appearance, Ted couldn't help but think of a Persian cat he once raised. It looks coquettish and arrogant, but when it doesn't realize it, it will "meow" to act like a baby. Thinking of this, he can't help but slightly Laughter a little.

"What are you laughing at?" Andromeda raised her eyebrows and looked at Ted.

"Ah, it's nothing." Ted waved his hands hastily; "Is the tea still okay?"

"What do you think?" Andromeda took another sip, and said with a sense of arrogance that only acquaintances would show: "I can't drink any tea."

Ted was not angry at all because of Andromeda's tone. On the contrary, he felt that Andromeda was more like the Persian cat that could only stretch its claws, but would let him hug him when he was sad.So Ted couldn't help but feel more of an affinity for Andromeda. "By the way, I don't know your name yet?"

"Guess?" Andromeda rolled her eyes slyly.

"Let me guess." Ted scratched his head a little helplessly, he sneaked a look at Andromeda's face ready to watch the show, and said with some embarrassment: "Actually, I don't come from a wizard family, my parents They're all Muggles, so I don't know much about wizarding noble names."

"Are you a moron?" Andromeda frowned reflexively, and subconsciously put down the nectar tea in her hand.

"What's the matter? I, I didn't notice something, did I offend you?" Ted keenly sensed the change in Andromeda's demeanor, and said a little at a loss.

Seeing his bewildered look, Andromeda touched the beige windbreaker that belonged to him, and her heart softened.Forget it, she said to herself, this Hufflepuff is different from those dirty and impolite assholes, besides, the warm feeling on his body made her feel a little bit reluctant, so she reluctantly did not care about his identity up.Moreover, behind Bella and Narcissa's back, wouldn't it be exciting and fun to secretly have a friend who belongs to her own kind?Andromeda licked her lips, took a sip of her nectar tea as if nothing had happened, and said to Ted who was watching her cautiously: "Forget it, it's nothing. It's just a wizard and a wizard family who are born in the wizarding world. The sorcerer here is a bit contradictory, if someone finds out that I am staying with you, I may have some troubles. But—” She returned to her attitude towards acquaintances, and raised her chin a little arrogantly: “We can I have become friends secretly. I am Andromeda Black. Our Black family is a pure blood among pure blood, so you can’t lose you by being friends with me. Although you are a Muggle, since you are mine Friends, if someone bullies you, tell me in private, and I will call back for you."

'The pure blood of the pure blood', Ted couldn't help laughing, sounded like a bunch of big and small Persian cats.So cute, he thought.He looked at Andromeda's pretendingly proud eyes that implied anticipation, showed a hearty smile, and replied somewhat teasingly: "Of order, Lord Andromeda of the Black family."

"Hey, Blake!" At the gate of Lestrange Manor, Rodolphs chased after Bella who was walking out of the manor. "Bellatrix."

Bella stopped in her tracks and looked sideways: "What's the matter?"

"You..." Rodolphus originally wanted to ask 'what did you and Lord talk about', but when the words came to his lips, it turned into: "Are you not going to the ball anymore?"

"Participate in what?" Bella raised her chin with some disdain, "Your messy party for grown-ups? Sorry, the tutors of our Black family never taught me to be in the same room with dancers and prostitutes. I don't know why adults Would be willing to stoop to live here.”

Rodolphus paid no attention to the sarcasm in Bella's words, his eyes lit up at the word 'sir'. "So, do you also support the adults?"

"Even if I agree with your lord's ideas, we will not be allies." Bella interrupted him coldly: "Lestrange, I only care about the interests of the Black family."

"Hahaha——" Rodolphs laughed loudly when he heard Bella's words: "Sure enough, it's exactly what I thought. Bellatrix, you and I are the same kind of people."

Bella ignored him. She walked around Rodolphs, walked out of the gate of Lestrange Manor, took off the portkey hanging around her neck, muttered a spell, and disappeared in place.

London, England.12 Grimmauld Place.night.

"Don't, don't, I beg you, don't—" Sirius Black woke up from the nightmare again, he was sweating profusely, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to look at his own hands.Through the dim moonlight in the room, fortunately, his hands did not have the dirty blood in his dream, which made him calm down a little.

He looked around in a daze. In the night, everything in the room could only be vaguely seen. The huge silence was like a monster holding his heart.Sirius jumped out of bed, ran to the window with bare feet, and pulled open the gauze curtains vigorously, allowing the moonlight to better shine into his room.Then he sat by the window, huddled himself into a ball, stared blankly at the moon outside the window, and said nothing.

He had nightmares again.

I can't count how many times this has happened.Whenever he closed his eyes, he would think of that bloody scene.Even after many days, Sirius still felt that the mansion was filled with the smell of blood.

Where did I go wrong?Sirius lowered his head in despair, covering his eyes with his hands.I didn't ask anything at all.He just felt that the old Maxa at home was very old, and there were other house elves, such as Kreacher.Well, since Maxa can't serve well, let's tell my mother to let her retire and rest.Sirius also mentioned this matter to Maxa. At that time, Maxa was very excited, and she kept saying things like, "My little master is really considerate, thank you for your kindness." What about the result of the execution of 'Marksha'?And what Sirius couldn't accept the most was that the executioner was actually his mother.And the father is the accomplice of this crime.

Sirius remembered clearly how Maxa was beheaded by his mother with a grateful smile in front of him.And Sirius also knew clearly that Maxa had already expected such a result before she went to find her mother, because when she finally made a work summary report to her mother, she expressed very humbly that she hoped that her head would be in the same way as before. way hangs in this house she serves.When her mother was moved by her humble tone and agreed to cut off her head, Maxa was so excited and fanatical that she almost burst into tears immediately.

Although the final execution scene is actually not very bloody, because after the mother cut off Maxa's head, her body dissipated into the air, and finally only a solitary head with a grateful twisted expression fell to the ground. It was taken by Kreacher and made part of the decoration of this house.But Sirius felt that everything in this house smelled of blood, and everything was sin.

Terrible, Sirius thought dazedly.But he couldn't tell whether it was the mother who cut off Maxa's head that was terrible, the father who took all this as usual and even regarded her mother's behavior as a reward for Maxa, or whether he was grateful for waiting with a humble smile Maxa whose head was beheaded is more terrifying?

It shouldn't be like this.This family, this custom of a pure-blooded family, is there anything wrong with it?Or, in fact, my thinking is wrong?Sirius kept doubting himself and denying his own judgment. He wanted to write a letter to Narcissa, but his thoughts were very confused. When he picked up the pen, he could only think of the despair that filled the paper, but he couldn't express it.

The night is still very long.

"Walburga, that kid has been waking up for several nights, shouldn't we let him touch these heavy things like this?" Orion Black in pajamas whispered to Sirius outside the door of Sirius' room. said Walburga Black, who was watching everything in the room through the crack of the door.

Walburga didn't speak, but waved to him.Then he took a few steps back, left the crack of the door, closed the door quietly, snapped his fingers, and called out Kreacher, the house elf: "Go and put a pot of hot milk on the table in the young master's room, and light the Mediterranean side." Incense to help sleep. If he falls asleep, don't disturb him, put a quilt on him. Remember, don't make a sound."

Kreacher nodded silently, and then went to do these things.

Walburga then turned to Orion: "Sirius is not young anymore, he is already 7 years old, it's time to get in touch with the things behind these pure-blood families. The younger the values ​​of these pure-bloods, the better. We are inexperienced, so we missed the best education period of Sirius. You see, Regulus, who is younger than Sirius, accepts this easily? I think Sirius is a little awkward now God, but the child, he has a lot of forgetfulness, and he will be fine in a few days. After all, he is our eldest son, and he will become your and my heir in the future. He can be regarded as one of the future heirs of the Black family. He needs to have the courage to face blood And cruelty. You know, kindness is not a good word for the heirs of pure-blooded families." Even though he said this, Walburga still had a little hesitation on his face, but she quickly ignored it.

"I hope so." Orion sighed, but did not refute Walburga's approach.