[HP] Dangerous Companion

? Remus sat leaning against the tree pole. He had just retrieved his wand. He was wearing a cloak, his shirt was unbuttoned, and he was in a daze.

The sun shone on his face through the not so dense canopy in winter. He squinted his eyes, scratched his hair, and opened his eyes to look at the sun again.The eyes closed automatically and quickly, in the darkness, the light was still in front of my eyes, annoying, and flashing with unstable light.

He didn't know what to do with himself.

After each transformation, he was very confused in the morning when he regained his sanity.Thinking about the next month that he would stay away from the crowd and hide in the forest with no human footsteps, he felt that everything he did was meaningless.

Picking up the wand that lay aside, Remus stood up, buttoning his shirt with one hand as he walked.

A thick layer of fallen leaves had fallen in the forest, and there was a gentle rustling sound when he stepped on it. The smell of wood mixed with plants reminded him of the smell of old wood in Vader's house.

He couldn't help thinking, what is Vida Boots doing now?Probably making breakfast.

Thinking of this, his stomach squirmed sadly, and he pressed his stomach, but it still made a grunting sound.

Last month was the happiest time he had in recent years.Even though he had only been away for two days, Remus had already started to miss the breakfast at Vader's house, the soft bed, the warm Mr. Cat, and Vader's "Lupine" one after another.

Squeezing the wand in his hand vigorously, Remus smiled self-deprecatingly, but let's find a way to solve his own breakfast first.

He doesn't deserve that kind of quiet life.

Vader waited another day, and Remus still didn't come back, and finally gave up.

She knew that Remus didn't have amnesia, he just didn't want to reveal the real reason for his injury, no one has secrets, and she has secrets too.

But with nearly a month of companionship, Vader has gotten used to having a Remus Lupine in the room, a smiling Lupine, a good-tempered Lupine, a useful Lupine...Well, she suddenly felt a little lonely.And when cooking, I always habitually make two servings and put them on the plate, only to realize that I can't eat that much.

Vader sighed, and sat on the chair that Remus used to stay in, the back of the chair was still adjusted by his magic.She forcibly hugged Mr. Cat into her arms, combed his smooth fur, felt the warmth from his whole body, but felt very irritable.Can't help but think of the image of Remus holding Mr. Cat, his fingers gently digging into its fur.

In order to enrich herself, she carried out a general cleaning, wiped every bottle and jar in the store, and mopped every floor tile in the house, including the dead corners that she pretended not to see before.

Well, I always feel that the house is empty, but the house has memories.When Vader was cleaning, her memory of Remus was deepened, and she seemed to be able to see every scene related to Remus in the room—especially the scene standing at the door of the bathroom.

I am deeply sorry.

It was so boring, she had to find something else to do.

Remus wandered in the woods for a few days. He often hid in the forest. It could even be said that he was very used to life in the forest, but this time he was not so used to it. He especially missed the "human" life.

Maybe I can get another job and drop by Knockturn Alley to see Vader.This idea appeared in his mind over and over again, as if he had been cast a magnifying spell, disturbing him so much that he couldn't even catch rabbits smoothly.

Hungry all morning and at noon, Remus finally made up his mind to go back to Knockturn Alley.

By the time we got to Vader's Gate, the sun had already set.

Remus knocked on the door, but there was no answer, and there was no sound in the room.It should be time to make dinner, but the window next to the back door did not reveal a ray of light.

Remus stood against the wall for a moment, and it started raining instead.

The winter rain was frighteningly cold, and the raindrops fell into the collar, like ice cubes rolling into the clothes.Remus cast a water-repelling charm on himself, hesitating to leave.

"Meow!" Mr. Cat suddenly screamed sharply, that voice mixed with the coolness brought by the cold rain, aroused Remus' goosebumps.

Action took precedence over rationality, he yelled "Alahoo hole open" towards the door lock, and pulled the door open.

The corridor was pitch black, only the glass on the door directly opposite was light gray, but the air in the room was warm.

"Luminescence." Remus held up his wand and walked in. The sound of pattering rain echoed throughout the room.

Mr. Cat jumped out of the kitchen quickly, it almost merged with the darkness, and those bright yellow eyes became more conspicuous.

It recognized Remus, walked towards him, and stopped at his feet.

Remus moved the light source towards Mr. Cat, only to realize that it had a mouse in its mouth, and straightened up with a sigh of relief.

Just then, "Who?" A shrill female voice trembled.

Remus recognized Vader's voice immediately.

"Me." He said softly, waved his wand, and the two wall lamps on the wall lit up, illuminating himself in the corridor and Vader at the door.

Vader's hair was wet, and her clothes were wet from head to toe, dripping water on the floor continuously. She was carrying two large travel bags, as if she had walked a long way in the rain.

Behind her was the thick night, and in front of her was enveloped in a gentle light. Her eyes were shining brightly, and Remus could even see clearly the tip of her nose that was red with cold.

Vader looked at Remus, sniffed, opened his mouth, and sneezed loudly.

The author has something to say: This chapter is relatively short, I just want to explain it in a hurry, the [End of the full text] in the last chapter is a joke, you are so serious... Actually, I thought I was being molested

One increase and one drop, one increase and one drop, one increase and one drop, I'm going to get depression_(:з」∠)_

I can molest me, but I can’t molest me? Seriously, this is the author’s last stubbornness?