[HP] Harry and the Platypus go to Gringotts

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Because Harry killed Wormtail, and Wormtail didn't rendezvous with Voldemort, no one took Voldemort to find Crouch; Voldemort was still hiding in the Albanian forest, waiting for the servant who fired the Dark Mark to find him, so Mu Dee was not replaced by Crouch Jr., Harry's name was not thrown into the Goblet of Fire, and there was only one Hogwarts warrior. "To the heroes of Hogwarts! To the heroes of Hufflepuff! To the heroes of Cedric Diggory!" shouted a senior boy.

"To Cedric Diggory!" they all chorused.

All of Cedric's good friends are here today at the Three Broomsticks to celebrate his selection as a representative for the Triwizard Tournament.One of his roommates seemed to be particularly proud of this, and kept toasting and speaking, shouting louder and louder with each sentence. In the end, half of the people present participated in it, and Harry's ears hurt from everyone's voice.Surrounded by everyone, Cedric smiled embarrassedly: "Just being selected, doesn't mean he has already won the game."

Harry didn't know why she had been drawn to this party, she had only played a few rounds with the Hufflepuff students.Sitting alone in the corner, she felt as if everyone else knew each other.Harry had been drinking in silence since the beginning of the party, and he still hasn't stopped.She's not yet 17, not a complete person in the wizarding world, she can only drink butterbeer.Staring out of the window in a daze, while thinking about how to find an excuse to leave, Harry saw Malfoy and his party walking by in front of him, her eyes followed them, and saw Pansy and Malfoy enter a wizard clothing store, and the back was still the same. Followed by two bodyguards.Pansy held Malfoy's arm tightly and hung from it, as if she wanted to prove to everyone that she belonged to him.She barely took her eyes off of him, obviously wishing to keep her hands on him as well, but Malfoy didn't seem to be aware of her presence at all, just walked with his face down.He couldn't stand everyone talking about Cedric, he was jealous as hell.Later, Longbottom and the others passed by the door of the bar, and Ginny walked beside her youngest brother, waving at her; there was a tall man in a black traveling cloak hovering in front of the post office; Daphne and her sister Astori Ya got into Honey Dukes together...

"Harry," Cedric said, panting his way through the crowd, "here you are."

"Hello, hero." Harry smiled at him.

Cedric blushed and took a seat next to her. "Don't call me that."

"Since when is it wrong to tell the truth? Hey, it's nice to be an adult." If she turns 17, she will definitely put her name in the Goblet of Fire.

"It's not completely harmless. When you reach the fifth grade, you will suddenly have more things to worry about. There are such and such annoying things other than studying... Many times I long to go back to the fourth grade. Get what you want."

"That's right, you can get what you want - except Firewhiskey," Harry pointed out.

Cedric smiled. "Want to try it?"

Harry pushed the glass in his hand, "Try it." The glass of beer was just finished.He poured her a little from the bottle in his hand, not much, about two knuckles deep.Harry took it and drank it down. "You should drink slowly!" he reminded her.It was late, and her throat was burning.

She waited until the strength passed before saying, "This feeling is quite fresh."

"Isn't it?" said Cedric. "I don't approve of drinking, but it's always good to have a little."

Harry gradually realized that as long as he got used to the taste, it was not worse than butterbeer, until—"Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom..." Looking behind the bar, there was a line for the women's bathroom.The Three Broomsticks had too many guests today, for students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were also there.She wasn't sure if she would be able to hold back the vomiting until it was her turn, the feeling was too strong.

"are you OK?"

"It's okay, I just—"

Next to the post office is a red tin trash can.Harry staggered away from him and rushed out of the bar just in time.Cedric followed.He grabbed her shoulders to help her as she bowed to throw up, but Harry broke free, preferring to go through the humiliation alone.After she vomited out her breakfast and stopped retching, she took out a few tissues from her pocket and wiped her mouth.In Harry's throat and nose, the smell of vomited spirits was still very strong.

"I'll get you some water, okay?" After getting her approval, Cedric hurried back to the bar to drink water.Harry hesitated for a while before standing up straight on his knees, and saw the wizard in black who had passed by the door of the post office at least three times walking in his direction.It's not right, it's not right.Her heart was beating wildly, and she turned her back to face the stranger, only to hear footsteps getting closer.Harry turned his head and walked behind the post office, but the other party insisted on chasing him, so she had no choice but to continue walking forward at a faster and faster pace until she reached the outskirts of the village where no one was around.

"I've practiced it." She stopped abruptly and turned away. "It's just female self-defense, but it's enough to hit a guy like you." Harry still felt weak, and she forced herself to deal with it.

"It's unimaginable." The man took off his hood, his black hair was scattered around his ears, "the first thing you want to do after meeting me is to beat me up."

"Sirius!" She gasped in surprise, and quickly looked around to see if there was anyone passing by.Then, Harry turned back to take a good look at the person in front of him.Sirius just stood there, smiling at her.The smile brought back vivid memories of months ago, as if he had never left.Harry suddenly realized that he had been looking forward to this moment for the past six months.

Sirius's hair was cut short, clean and neat, his cheeks were fuller, and he became more like the young man in the Potters' wedding photo.Haggard and weary as he was from his toil, there was a gleam in the godfather's face when he faced her that made him almost boyish. "I passed by nearby and noticed that there are many students coming to Hogsmeade today, so I wanted to try my luck, but I didn't have much hope to meet you." He said, "Damn it, it's so nice to see you here— —Let's sit down somewhere warm without the wind, shall we? But I don't think you should drink any more today."

Sirius put his hood back on and led Harry to the Hog's Head pub, which Hagrid frequented.A tattered wooden sign hung over the door of the small pub, with a picture of a chopped-off wild boar's head, blood seeping through the white cloth it was wrapped in.The sign creaked in the wind as they approached.

He saw the hesitation in her eyes. "It's easier to talk here. Wrap your scarf and hat tight, Harry, it's safer."

Harry walked into the store for the first time.Unlike the Three Broomsticks, the Pig's Head has only one small, dark, dirty room that smells strongly of sheep.The windowpanes were so thick with grime that the light could hardly penetrate, and a few candle stubs were burning on the rough wooden table.At first glance, she thought the ground was compacted mud, but when she stepped on it, she realized that it was the dirt that had accumulated for centuries on the stone pavement.After looking around at the sporadic people sitting inside, she finally understood why Sirius found it convenient to talk here: among the guests in the Pig's Head Bar, it seemed that it was very fashionable to hide their faces.

After they sat down in a corner, the bar owner flashed sideways through the back door.He was a grumpy-looking old man with long gray hair and a beard, tall and thin.Harry had the vague feeling that he had seen him somewhere before, but couldn't remember.Sirius ordered a sandwich, a bottle of brandy for himself, and a can of ginger ale for Harry. "Sorry, I have to eat something," he said.

Harry shook his head as if he didn't mind. "Have you found a place to stay?"

Sirius didn't answer.It wasn't until the bar owner brought up the food and walked away that he said, "Let's talk later, in case someone overhears." When the coffee that came with lunch was served, Sirius glanced down, as if he didn't want to touch it at all.Afterwards, the wine cheered him up - as soon as the boss put the bottle on the table, Sirius tightened his lips happily and immediately poured himself a full glass.

"Close your ears and listen." He waved his wand towards the direction outside the booth where they were, and whispered, "Okay, now I can rest assured."

"I miss you so much." After the spell was cast, Harry's first words were this.

"Really?" Sirius deliberately pretended not to believe it, "How long have you missed me?"

"You mean just thinking about it? Oh, it was all unpremeditated and purely accidental. Rather than waiting silently, I'm more like indulging in idealized imagination - based on what you have said to me - to pass the time That’s all.” What the hell was he talking nonsense about? "Sometimes I do think of you suddenly, and think of you, just a little bit." She said too much.

Fortunately, Sirius still looked at her with a smile on his face. "What did I say?"

"...For example, you will be back soon, or something. I have been looking forward to your return, and I guess you will show up when I need you most." Harry embarrassedly covered his face with a can, "I I guess I guessed right."

The man restrained his smile, and the expression under the hood became serious. "You know right now I still can't keep what I promised you, right?" Sirius looked at her with concern in his eyes, "Living an ordinary life, for me, and even for you, in the short term, is nothing impossible……"

"Oh, I see," she said.

When he was a child, the first time his aunt and uncle talked about going to a garden party at the dinner table, Harry took it for granted that he was also planning, but she was wrong.That's what she said when they dropped her off at Mrs. Figg's on the day they left and ordered Harry to "behave well"; and later at Hogwarts, Snape was always looking for something like she wasting her extra-standard doses. She said the same thing when punishing Harry for staying behind after class to clean the classroom for lame reasons like medicine.At times like these, Harry would lower his eyes in embarrassment like this, and say that weak, submissive phrase about something he didn't understand.

"I see." She repeated, trying to show the truth of what she said.How old would she have to be before she could stop saying "I get it" to things she didn't understand at all?

His goddaughter sat across from her, looking up at him with red eyes, as if she wanted to tell Sirius something, but she didn't know how to express it.Like a child seeking forgiveness from her father after making a mistake, she clutched her sleeves with her fingers and looked like she was about to cry.If Harry cried about something like this, he knew she would be embarrassed, and that would make the whole thing worse.So Sirius reassured her in as low a voice as possible, told her that he understood how she felt, and then began to answer the question Harry had asked in the first place.

"In the first letter, I told you that I found some doors, and that's actually where I'm going next—or, going back," he said. "I'll go back to the Blacks. residence.

"You want to go back to your parents?" Harry looked puzzled, "Do you know that they already..."

"I know, they're dead."

He had only recently learned that Walburga Black had died in [-].The moment he found out about this news, Sirius couldn't believe it - he really thought that his mother would live forever, and only something that made dinosaurs extinct could kill this old hag.Except for his cousin, Sirius was the only one left in the Black family, and his father and brother were both dead.It's funny to say, in the past years, he always thought about leaving them, but now they all left, and went to a place that Sirius never thought of.He still remembered that the last time he saw his brother was when he was in Hogsmeade on business.Spotting the prospective graduate Regulus sitting alone at a table at the Three Broomsticks, Sirius walked over and sat down opposite him.Regulus didn't accuse his brother of being rude, and didn't even move an eyebrow. "You look fine," he said.

"Thank you. You're looking a little pale—you're going to participate in NEWT in another month, aren't you?"

"Yes, the exam is coming soon." Regulus nodded, "How is life after graduation?"

"It's not bad." Sirius pretended to mention casually, "I joined the Order of the Phoenix."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

"No." The younger brother was always so restrained and indifferent in front of him, "Have you ever doubted it? I'm not just referring to the Order of the Phoenix."

"Yes, almost every day. But isn't that what life is like?"

A short sneer appeared on the corner of Regulus' lips, and it seemed that his face twitched. "That's right, after all, this has always been your style of doing things."

"What do you mean?" Sirius didn't understand.

"Then I'll tell you what I mean." Regulus broke out suddenly.As he spoke the next few words, the beer from his glass spilled onto his shirt, and his free hand clenched into a fist and waved rhythmically in the air, like an indignant orator in public. "You always feel that you can do anything you want - you can say anything you want - you can get rid of anyone you want - you can leave anywhere you want!"

He understood what his brother was talking about. "She was the one who drove me out first."

"I know."

"You know?! Now that you know, why did we spend so much fucking time on this pointless Cold War?"

"Because it's fucking okay for you to have any problems! You'll always be okay. You're always going to act against Mom and Dad, you're always with your ridiculous buddies, you're always right about a lot of things Look like you don't care—you always make me feel that no matter how hard I try, I can't compare to you who live a casual life." Then, because a loud voice was needed to emphasize his anger, Regulus pulled Wine glasses slammed on the table, but even that drowned out the sound of enthusiastic conversation.

"...Why do you have to do this?" Whether it is hopeful that the relationship with my brother can return to childhood, or that I can ask about each other's current situation in peace, it turns out that it is just my recollection of the past moments, and those who can prove it The days when it was true are gone forever. "I thought we were just catching up - as two friends we hadn't seen in a long time."

"We were never friends. We were brothers, brothers named Black," Regulus said. "Catch up with your Gryffindor friends."

"Sirius?" She didn't know where the godfather had gone.

"Where did I say that? Oh, yes, I'm going back to the Black family." Sirius came to his senses, "That's my parents' house, and I can't tell you where it is now. In short, the Black family is I am alone, so the house is mine now. My father added a lot of magical security to the house during the height of Voldemort and his henchmen. No one should be able to find me there."

"So, was your father also a member of the opposition against Voldemort?"

He looked like Harry had just told a big joke. "No, no, of course not. My parents were wildly obsessed with pure blood. They believed that being a Black was inherently noble. You can imagine, Harry, that they agreed with Voldemort's claims about the purity of wizarding blood." , to get rid of the Muggle-borns and put the power in the hands of the pure-bloods. At the time, they were not the only ones who thought so, and many believed that Voldemort was right about some things. However, it was discovered that Voldemort was in order to gain power A lot of people were timid and backed away when anything was done, and my parents were the same. But I think they must have considered their youngest son a brave little hero for joining in from the start.”

"I didn't know you had brothers," said Harry, "but join in—you mean he joins the Death Eaters?"

"Yes, my brother Regulus, the stupid idiot."

After saying this, Sirius stopped talking abruptly, and lowered his head to eat the lunch in front of him.In the silence, Harry felt his stomach was congested, obviously everything he ate was vomited up by her a quarter of an hour ago.After that, Sirius didn't say a word until they checked out and walked out of the bar.Then, he pulled her to a path next to the tavern. "Listen, Harry, I can't stay here long. I left Buckbeak in a nearby cave, and I have to get back as soon as possible."

This time Harry really understood. "you are leaving."

"Before that, we hadn't talked about your scar pain. I heard that Dumbledore used the retired madman's eye again, which means that he grasped some omens, although everyone else was still in the dark. Promise me that if the scar hurts again, go directly to Dumbledore, understand?"

She nodded reluctantly. "I promise you."

"Very good." Sirius finally had a smile on his face, and he stretched out his hand to pin a lock of her hair that was hanging down behind her ear, "I hope the books in the Black family can tell me what your dreams represent... "

"When will I see you again?" she asked.

"I hope the answer is soon, but I really can't promise. Stay alert, Harry, my greatest wish is your safety." He kissed her on the nose. "I'll get back to you, take care." He When he turned and walked away, there was a smile in his bright eyes, but his expression was a little distracted.

Harry stood where he was, waiting for Sirius to look back at him one last time.But she only saw his tall and thin back blending into the bustling crowd of people, and he disappeared after a while.