The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Sirius didn't know how much it would cost to raise a daughter, but he probably knew that it was not an easy task to provide food, clothing and clothing for two people in Muggle society, at least it was not easy when he first arrived here.

But after the convenience store owner took him in, life became easier.

Sirius looked at the overflowing warehouse, gnawed clean the apple in his mouth in two mouthfuls, and spat out the small core into the trash can. He licked his fingers, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to start a big fight. , the skylight of the warehouse room was suddenly knocked.

Da da da--

Da da da--

The beautiful tawny owl tapped the window with its sharp beak and looked at him with dripping eyes.

Sirius scratched his head. Who would send him a letter at this time?

Without having time to think about it, he took the aluminum alloy triangular folding ladder from the door, skillfully opened the ladder and climbed up to open the skylight, and the owl flew in with fluttering wings.

He took an apple from his pocket to thank the postman. Sirius took the parchment letter from its paws and unfolded it to read:

【Sirius:

Hey, it's me, your old friend, Lupine Remus. Perhaps you have already learned about Peter Pettigrew's escape from prison during the summer vacation. He has been brought to justice. Just last week, the Daily Prophet reported that the dementors gave him a deep kiss. Believe me, you will be no more surprised to hear this news than I was when I started writing this letter. However, I think he deserves it.

Dumbledore said that dwelling on the past and wallowing in sorrow will not help, so I wish you good luck on your journey, especially after seeing in your last letter that you mentioned that there was whole bread in the Muggle trash can. If you hadn't said you had found a stable job, I would have definitely advised you to come back, even if you had to take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position.

The experience of the wanderer is that in the wandering life, the most difficult thing is not the hunger, thirst and cold, but the loneliness when being alone on a rainy night. When the lightning tears the clouds, the huge anvil smashes into the boiling water with the sound of thunder. The night is as thick as asphalt, and wandering wizards will always suspect that it is the groan of the sky being cast by the Cruciatus Curse. Even now, I always dream of that scene, the clouds clearing and the werewolf moon rising in the north.

…

Although I don’t know why you started wandering, I wish you a warm and long-lasting shelter.

good luck】

Sirius held the letter and stared at the ink on the parchment, lost in thought for a moment.

"Peter Pettigrew...Wormtail..."

He had been away from the wizarding world for less than a year, but he actually felt that Dementors and Azkaban were very far away, just as far away as when the Marauders were studying at Hogwarts.

For a long time in the past, he had been extremely eager to kill Peter Pettigrew with his own hands, to avenge James and Lily, to avenge his ten years in Azkaban prison... and even to avenge the Morgans.

Suddenly learning that Peter Pettigrew had been kissed and tortured by a dementor, his thoughts suddenly became chaotic, and memories of Wormtail kept pouring out of his mind...

Wormtail seems reliable when replacing the Secret Keeper.

Wormtail blowing up the streets.

Wormtail was arrested...

The scene finally settled on that night long, long ago, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts and on the Gryffindor table.

The freshmen who had just been assigned to Gryffindor were chirping and introducing themselves, except for a short, chubby guy in the corner who shrank and seemed afraid to speak.

James put a big hand on his shoulder and said, "What about you? What's your name?"

Sirius turned his head and saw the little fat man tremblingly replying: "Little, Pettigrew, Peter."

…

Probably because of the recent rainy days and heavy moisture, the ink on the letter paper was a little blurred, and a few letters were blurry and distorted, just like the mood of the person reading the letter.

The joy of resolving hatred, the sadness and sadness...it seems to be both, but it seems there is none.

Sirius couldn't tell, he had never been good at this.

Before he could sort out his chaotic thoughts, a woman's voice came from the corridor outside: "Sirius! Are you done? How long will it take?"

"Come on, come on, Mrs. Carver!" Sirius responded in a high voice, hurriedly took the ballpoint pen used for inventory, and scribbled on the back of the letter.

With one hand, he picked up the owl that was pecking at apples and stepped onto the folding ladder. He stuffed the letter into its talons and lifted the owl out of the skylight. Sirius whispered: "Sorry, sorry, it's an emergency. I'll ask Remus to treat you to a mouse later." Jerky.”

The confused owl came to his senses belatedly and wanted to scold the rude wizard, but with the apple still in his mouth, he could only flap his wings in frustration and fly away.

After being in a hurry, Sirius stood on the foldable ladder and breathed a sigh of relief. If Mrs. Carver saw the owl delivering the letter, it would be troublesome to explain.

The woman in a brown coat pushed open the door of the warehouse room and saw the man on the folding ladder. She asked in surprise: "What are you doing, Sirius? Is the skylight broken?"

She is a very ordinary woman, probably in her early thirties, with some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Her skin is in good condition, delicate and cold white, and her face is not exquisite, but she is very attractive.

"Mrs. Carver!" Sirius lost his balance in panic, and his body swayed a few times with the folding ladder.

Mrs. Carver hurriedly took a few steps forward to hold the ladder. She breathed a sigh of relief when Sirius was stable, and then complained: "I asked you to count the inventory, but why did you count it on the window?"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Carver." Sirius quickly admitted his mistake.

"I told you, Sirius, just call me Betty." Mrs. Carver did not dwell on this matter. As she spoke, she neatly put away the folding ladder and put it back to the wall. "Mr. Black, don't you Do you want me to call you that?"

Without waiting for Sirius to answer, Betty laughed to herself: "Mr. Black, Mr. Black hahaha..."

"That's not what I meant." Sirius hesitated for a moment, then nodded and called out with some difficulty, "Betty."

Betty smiled softly, picked up the cargo list and ballpoint pen and began to count the goods: "Honestly, Sirius, your name doesn't sound like a homeless person at all."

Sirius didn't answer, but followed her, moving the cargo box silently.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this. This world is cruel enough." Betty held the ballpoint pen and scratched out the goods list lightly, "By the way, Sirius, are you free this weekend? I'd like to ask Can you help me?"

"you say."

"Marjorie is worried about dressing up for Halloween. She doesn't want to dress up as the same ghost as her classmates."

"you mean?"

"Ha, you told many interesting ghost stories. Marjorie would like to ask you to help."

…

Monday morning, the divination class was still difficult.

Loren and others have to walk through long corridors, climb up and down the ever-changing stairs, go to Trelawney's suffocating tower classroom for class, and have to decipher all kinds of strange shapes and symbols.

After the Divination class, Hermione had to go to ancient runes with her head dizzy from the spices.

Thanks to the care of Professor Babling, she has to get up to answer questions in every class, so she must concentrate during class without being distracted at all.

After the elective courses, there were also Transfiguration and Charms. By the end of the morning, the girl was languid, her speech was weak, and she had no appetite for food.

At the Gryffindor long table, Loren looked seriously at the mutton chops on the plate. He was thinking about how to choose dessert: "According to the signs of the tea leaves in the divination class, if I can finish this mutton chop in three bites, , then I’ll choose mango pudding, if not, then strawberry mousse.”

Hermione looked at him amusedly, reached out and grabbed the mutton chops, and ate them in three bites.

Facing Loren's puzzled gaze, Hermione spread her hands innocently: "What about now, did Tea Leaves tell you what to choose in this situation?"

Loren pondered for a few seconds, nodded, and suddenly looked up at her with a fierce expression: "This means that I will eat your dessert as well."

Hermione hurriedly protected the strawberry cake on the plate, like a little squirrel guarding its food, and took big gulps into her mouth, eating until her cheeks were bulging.

"Eh~"

"Uh~"

Next to Hermione, there were chilling sounds of disgust from the two roommates.

Lavender Brown shook his head, with a meaningful smile on his face: "I don't remember learning this in divination class, Parvati, what about you?"

"Neither did I." Parvati Patil replied seriously, then burst into laughter.

Hermione's face turned red with laughter, and she hurriedly swallowed the last bite of the cake. As a result, she burped cutely because she ate too quickly. These girls blushed even more with embarrassment.

Parvati and Lavender joked in Hermione's ear for a while, and then they skipped out of the auditorium holding hands.

Loren also finished his two desserts at this time, patted his slightly bulging belly, and sighed with satisfaction.

He turned to look at Hermione and said, "Have they gone back to the dormitory? It's still a while before the afternoon class. Do you want to go back to the dormitory and rest too?"

Hermione shook her head: "Instead of going back to the dormitory, they went to the tower to find Professor Trelawney to ask for a way to avoid the disaster?"

"Do they still believe in Professor Trelawney's divination?"

"The professor predicted that the thing Lavender fears most will happen on October 16th. Not long before October 16th, Lavender is getting more and more scared, and recently he can't sleep well... "Hermione shrugged, "Professor Trelawney doesn't cheat money anyway, so they decided to discuss it with the professor."

"So, what is she most afraid of?" Loren asked doubtfully.

"Lavender doesn't know either."

…

Harry and Ron took advantage of every free moment to spend time on the Quidditch pitch. Hermione went back to her dormitory to rest after lunch. Loren had nothing to do and left the common room and went to the Room of Requirement.

In the simulated Snape's office, Loren was sitting behind the desk, leaning forward and holding his chin with his right hand, seeming to be deep in thought.

In the dark room, various bottles and jars were filled with unknown creatures. In the transparent glass jar, the black venomous snake scales glowed with a frightening green light, and tiny bubbles emerged from the turbid liquid, which seemed to indicate that the venomous snake was not dead yet. A rustling sound came from the storage room at the back. There were all kinds of living things hidden in those sealed boxes...

Any little wizard who breaks into this room will feel a chill that penetrates the body and make goosebumps appear on the skin involuntarily.

Dark magic requires the caster to have evil thoughts in his heart. Loren sat here for a long time, unable to understand the state of mind of Severus Snape, the master of dark magic. He didn't have any evil thoughts in his heart, but he wanted to brew a potion.

Loren flipped through the pages on the table with his slender fingers. He had read the content on it many times.

According to the degree of negative effects caused by spells, malignant spells are roughly divided into three categories: evil spells, poison spells, and curses.

Evil curses and poison curses are not black magic in the strict sense. Repel curses and extraction curses are included in this category.

Only curses that cause intense, irreversible pain or harm count as black magic. The caster was required to have strong malice, and Loren attempted to bring Snape to experience this malice.

Progress is slow.

…

After Harry and Ron gave Hagrid advice last Sunday, the Flobber caterpillar did not appear again in the Care of Magical Creatures class.

In the open space at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the little wizards of Gryffindor and Slytherin stared directly at the professor standing in the middle without blinking. Some of the little witches even had bright lights in their eyes.

"The little guy we are learning this week is Fairy." Hagrid held a colorful little person on his big fan-like palm.

This is a small humanoid creature, only the size of a finger. Their wings are very similar to insect wings. They are thin and transparent, reflecting colorful and crystal light in the sun, making them sparkling.

"Fairies generally live in woodlands or forest clearings. These little guys are not very smart and don't hide from people. Moreover, they love vanity and will keep dressing up. They often allow wizards to use them as decorations. "Hagrid introduced loudly.

Some little witches exclaimed quietly, they were already imagining how beautiful this kind of little guy would look if it were hung in their hair!

The little fairy in Hagrid's palm didn't know whether to agree or refute, and responded to the exclamations of the little wizards, making a high-pitched buzzing sound.

"...Fairies lay their eggs on the underside of leaves, up to fifty eggs at a time. These eggs will hatch into brightly colored larvae and spin silk into cocoons after six to ten days. After a month, the adult fairy will Breaking out of the cocoon. The Bowtruckle will use the fairy eggs as food..."

Loren turned his head and whispered to Hermione: "It sounds like some kind of bug, just like a caterpillar, it still develops through metamorphosis."

"Stop talking!" Hermione rolled her eyes at him, and the beautiful fairy turned into a worm in his mouth.

After Hagrid finished speaking about the knowledge points, he stretched out his fingers and tickled the little guy's feet, making him giggle and fly away.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the group of little wizards: "There are fairies in the nearby woods. It has just rained heavily and they will be very lively. The task of this class is - before get out of class ends, you must convince at least one fairy to hang on the On your clothes!"