The Son of Light of the Snake House

Harry felt like he couldn't understand the emotion just yet, but that didn't stop him from giving Sirius a big hug.

It's okay, you still have me here.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the distance between Sirius and Sirius had shortened—they were more like real family members.

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

"Sirius invited us to go treasure hunting at his home on vacation. I think we can go together and find that pendant..."

"Potter! Weasley! Can you concentrate a little bit?"

Professor McGonagall's annoyed voice crackled like a whip through the Transfiguration classroom on Thursday, causing both Harry and Ron to look up.

This class is almost over.They have completed the work assigned by the teacher: the guinea fowls they turned into guinea pigs just now are now locked in a large cage on Professor McGonagall's platform; they have also copied the homework on the blackboard into their notebooks.The bell for the end of get out of class would ring at any moment. Harry and Ron were holding two fake wands invented by Fred and George. They were back and forth in the classroom competing with each other and chatting quietly. The two raised their heads in surprise , Ron held a tin parrot in his hand, and Harry held a rubber haddock.

"Can Potter and Weasley behave age-appropriately?" said Professor McGonagall, glancing at them both angrily, just as Harry's haddock's head fell off. , fell silently to the floor - Ron's parrot's sharp beak cut it off just now - "I have a few words to say to you all."

"The Yule Ball is coming up - a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to mingle with foreign guests. Well, the Ball is only open to students from Year [-] onwards - but if you wish, A junior student may be invited—”

"Put on your dress robes," continued Professor McGonagall. "The ball will be in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas evening and ends at twelve midnight. Listen—"

Professor McGonagall looked at the whole class calmly. "The Yule Ball certainly gave us a chance to - um - let our hair down and relax," she said in a tone of disapproval.

"But that doesn't mean," continued Professor McGonagall, "that we're going to relax our behavior requirements for Hogwarts students. I would be very saddened if a Gryffindor student disgraced the school in any way." .”

The bell rang for the end of get out of class. As usual, everyone stuffed the books into their schoolbags and threw the schoolbags over their shoulders. The classroom was hectic for a while.

Professor McGonagall raised his voice and called out through the noise: "Potter—please stay a moment, I want to say a few words to you."

Harry thought it must be for his headless rubber haddock, and walked listlessly towards the podium.Professor McGonagall waited for the whole class to leave before saying, "Potter, every warrior has his own partner—"

"What mate?" said Harry.

Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously, as if to think he was joking.

"Your partner to the Christmas ball, Potter," she said coldly, "your partner."

Harry felt as if his insides were twisting and shrunken. "Dancing partner?" His face flushed immediately, "I don't dance." He said hastily.

"Oh, you have to dance," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "I was just about to tell you that. Traditionally, the dance is performed by warriors and their partners."

Harry didn't know why, but he suddenly saw himself wearing a handsome suit and a handsome bow tie. He stretched out his hand gracefully, and a soft hand immediately shook him.His dance partner had long, smooth, wavy silver hair, as bright as a waterfall falling from the sky. When he stretched out his hand, the dance partner spun around like a small top, and his slender waist was clasped by his other hand.Harry lowered his head gently, meeting "her" golden eyes.

"Ah!" Harry yelled suddenly, startling Professor McGonagall.

"Even if you can't dance, you still need a dance partner." She said seriously at first, and then comforted him: "It's okay, don't worry about losing face."

"But, but... I don't dance..." Harry stammered, his heart still pounding.

"This is the traditional practice, and no one can be an exception," said Professor McGonagall firmly. "You Hogwarts warrior, as a representative of the school, you must do what everyone expects. Therefore, you must Find yourself a partner, Potter."

"But—I don't—"

"You heard me, Potter!" said Professor McGonagall in an unquestioning tone.

Had it been a week ago, Harry would have said: Finding a dance partner is a piece of cake compared to dealing with a Hungarian Horntail.But now he's got the hang of the Horntail and is facing the challenge of finding a girl - or not a girl - to dance with.He figured he'd rather fight the dragon one more bout, at least it wouldn't be so embarrassing.

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

Sirius went home.

He stood lonely at the door, and the sky had already brightened again at this time.

On the way back to Black's old house, he almost figured out what he should do.In other words, he got to know Regulus anew in these two days.

First question: How did Regulus know that Voldemort had placed the Horcrux in the center of the lake?How to get it and bring it back?

Sirius was calm: "Kreacher, are you there?"

"Kreacher doesn't want to serve the annoying Master Sirius." Kreacher popped out.

"Do you recognize this?" he asked, holding up the hand upon which was hanging the delicate fake locket.

"That box! Master Regulus' box!" Kreacher screamed suddenly, and Sirius immediately knew he had found the right person.

"Why? Where did it come from? What does Regulus have to do with it? Kreacher, sit up and tell me everything you know about this box, and about Regulus and it Everything." Sirius' tone was very calm, but there were waves hidden inside.

Kreacher curled up in a ball, with his wet face between his knees, and when he spoke, his voice was muffled but crystal clear in the quiet, empty kitchen.

"Master Sirius is a bad boy who always breaks the rules and breaks the mistress's heart. But the master Regulus is very educated. He knows what the name of the Black family and his noble pure blood mean. For many years Ever since, he's been talking about the Dark Lord, the one who took wizards out of hiding and in turn ruled over Muggles and Muggle-borns.... Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord's clique at the age of 16. So proud , so proud, so blessed to serve...

Then one day, a year after he joined, Master Regulus came downstairs to see Kreacher in the kitchen.The master Regulus has always liked Kreacher.Master Regulus said... he said..."

The old house-elf swayed faster.

"...he said the Dark Lord needed a house-elf."

Sirius narrowed his eyes. "He needs a house-elf—you?"

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