The Son of Light of the Snake House

Sirius is a little nervous right now.

Because of Harry's match, he still doesn't know the result—although Fire Dragon is not difficult to deal with, but after all, Harry is not himself, he is still a child!Then there is the inexplicable button and the clue item in the letter.

He originally thought that the button Narcissa would know, and he did 2 minutes of mental construction, but since the house elf knew, there was no need to bother her...or torment himself.

The house-elf tucked the button into its own secret base, and it wasn't going to be used anyway.Sirius thought, and Kreacher was so annoying crying.

When Sirius was sitting on the sofa in the living room in a daze, a little owl carried a heavy and long letter through the forest, across the lake, and climbed over the mountain top, and finally fell into the chimney of the fireplace.

When it raised its head in a daze, its forehead was pressed against the head of a magic wand.

Sirius blinked and met the eyes of the round owl before taking away his wand and reaching out to it again: "Harry's letter? Give it to me."

Zhu Weiqiong chirped and made a crisp sound, and proudly stretched out a foot to Sirius - the short one couldn't reach its belly - on which hung a roll of letters tightly wrapped.

Sirius shrugged, pulled the note down, and called Kreacher again: "Get this guy something to eat!"

When Zhu Weiqiong started to eat the sweet corn, Sirius finally touched the end of the letter, he grasped it tightly, and then shook it.

The rolled parchment jumped and fell, and quickly reached the feet of Sirius, galloping outward with an unstoppable momentum, and finally stopped at the end of the carpet.

Sirius:……

So he resignedly gathered the letter in his arms, sat down on the carpet, and began to read the letter, which was as long as toilet paper.

"Dear Sirius:

Forgive me for not responding to your message in time, it's because I was busy with a very dangerous activity at the time, you know.

And now that the first game is over, I can describe the scene to you.

First of all, after our conversation that day, I first blahblahblah, and later I told Cedric the news, but was caught by Professor Moody, who told me to go to his office, but he is really a good man, Sirius, he hinted that I could use my strengths, so I immediately thought of the broomstick!That Firebolt/Arrow you gave me!

But in order to use the broomstick, I had to practice the Flying Charm, so I practiced it with Ron and Hermione all day, and now he is my finale.

An hour before the game, I was so nervous as hell, that's when your letter arrived, I didn't even have the consciousness to read it, I was shaking, looking at Cedric and Fleur de la Cruz and Wick Dole (that's the Seeker I told you about the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! The one with the Ronsky feint! He's so handsome!) went out one by one and listened to the crowd applaud them in the tent, Sigh for them.

But you know what, the moment I go out, I suddenly don't feel scared anymore, when the Firebolt/Arrow is held in my hand, it's like I'm holding the missing half of my soul.So I did this, then this, then this, and finally that, and got the Hungarian Horntail around and got its golden egg.

Of course, it may have been a little angry, and I can understand the feeling of not dying by swat a fly swatter, so I can forgive it for scraping my arm with the spike on its tail. Anyway, Madam Pomfrey only spent I was cured in 2 minutes.

I asked Daniel about that thing for you, and he said he was going to ask the professor for advice. I thought, if that thing is in Professor Snape's place, or forget it.But he said that if he agrees, he will mail it to you in the fastest way..."

Sirius heard some sudden voices coming from the window, he stretched out his head to look, and saw a postman scratching his head in bewilderment outside the house protected by the Ignore Curse.

...............

Peter is a courier.

He usually travels through the streets and alleys of London, especially in the busiest neighborhoods, but this address...he seems to have never seen it before.

12 Grimmauld Place.Peter scratched his head. He remembered that he just delivered a refrigerator to No. 13 residents yesterday. At that time, he passed by No. 11 on the way to No. 13. Why didn't he notice No. 12?

Standing in front of this building, he couldn't figure it out, and finally attributed it to the fact that he was too tired to deliver the express delivery and didn't notice the number 12.

No. 12 looked unremarkable on the outside. Peter held the small express box in his hand, hesitated for a long time, and rang the doorbell.

"...Who is it?" A gloomy voice came from inside.

"...Uh, hello, are you Mr. Black? Sirius Black?" Peter showed his best service attitude, remembering the horror games he had played, there would always be a cannon fodder to go to the haunted house Delivering a courier... He shuddered and didn't dare to think about it.

"Yes, it's me, who are you?" the voice asked.

Peter lowered his head and tugged at his dark green overalls, deliberately revealing the big name of the postal company on it.

He raised his head again and showed his most polite smile: "I am a delivery member of a courier company, and a gentleman sent you a courier."

"A what?"

"Delivery, sir." Peter's smile cracked, and he adjusted quickly.

"Okay, come in and give me this thing." The door of the house was opened, and a man in a robe whose face could not be seen stood there.

Peter handed him the courier and was about to turn around when he suddenly remembered something. Although he was very scared, he still wanted to say, "Sir, please wait a moment."

"?" Sirius looked back at the Muggle.

"You..." Peter was a little scared: "You haven't paid yet, this courier is... You still have to pay 23 pounds for it, this is the courier Mr. Jerome sent you..."

Before he finished speaking, a gold coin rolled and fell into his hand: "???"

"That's enough." Sirius was anxious to see the delivery, and didn't want to bother with this nonsense.

"Well, one more thing..." Peter murmured.

"What's the matter! Can't you finish it all at once?" Sirius turned around violently and asked dissatisfied.

"Oh, it's like this sir, I have to ask you to rate my work—" The young postman handed over a pen and notebook: "Look, I think I can give five stars for the service attitude, and then the delivery speed, we He is the fastest delivery person in the whole of the UK. Those Yankees are too tired and lazy to compare with us. Finally, the integrity of the item packaging is also five stars. Finally, you can sign here, okay, thank you..."

The heavy door slammed shut against the tip of his nose, and the wind blowing his bangs: "... your cooperation, I wish you a happy life."

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"Peter! I told you not to make up names and give yourself a five-star rating!"

"I do not……"

"There is no such person! Deduction of wages!"

The author has something to say:

Daniel: There is no courier fee for express delivery, it’s just for fun.

Peter: It shouldn't be, there is obviously Blake!

布莱克：最讨厌话痨，淦。感谢在2021-05-1400:11:20~2021-05-1500:06:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of special coffee;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!