novelraw Chapter 190 Red Carpet Aisle (Catching Bugs)
Chapter 190 Red Carpet Aisle (Catching Bugs)
Professor Snape and Sirius were dubious, but let Damian go.
At this time, Molly had also prepared lunch, and Harry suddenly thought that this was the first time the boy had eaten wizards' food.But since Molly's craftsmanship can feed seven little wizards who are waiting to be fed, it naturally has its own uniqueness.Damian, on the other hand, is a polite kid—with impeccable manners, he sips Mollie's stew and meatballs while praising the chef.No matter how Sirius and Professor Snape rolled their eyes and curled their lips, Molly was coaxed to be quite happy anyway.
After dinner, Harry visited Molly to wash the dishes with magic, Damian stayed in the kitchen with her, while Sirius and Snape went to the study for a secret talk.
Harry didn't know what they were talking about, anyway, Snape and Sirius both came out of the study a short while later, and Sirius seemed to be doing as usual.
"Snot and I...uh...Snape have discussed it," Sirius concealed in vain, and he almost called out the nickname he gave Snape when he was a student just now. It should be uncomfortable for Harry to hear it. good……
"Snape agreed to pick up Harley back to school on Sunday, so I can take her to play in London today, and then sleep here at the old house at night."
Snape snorted, it wasn't that they "negotiated it", but his Dark Mark happened to be hot - the Dark Lord was going to summon him, and he didn't have time to take Harley back.
Damian got up, "No need, we can go back to the hotel at night." He glanced at the dark and gloomy corridor, "I won't bother you to clean up the room."
"Hotel? What hotel..." Sirius wanted to roll up his sleeves again, "You still want to sleep with Harry?! I emphasized it..."
"You misunderstood, Blake," Damian shook his head, crossed his arms, and was also very upset, "I bought that hotel, and of course I will sleep in a separate room with Harry!"
"Hey! Don't flaunt your wealth in front of me, boy!" Even though he is quite helpless with Damian and Halle's relationship (he won't admit his "slightly" satisfaction), he must fight this anyway. The brat's arrogance, "Our ancestors also bought an entire Quidditch team for fun!"
"I don't care how many star Muggle hotels you buy! You must sleep here tonight!"
Snape was quite pleased with Black's behavior in blowing up little Wayne's arrogance.
The two agreed not to tell Wayne and Pennyworth for the time being - such a terrible thing should wait for them to find out by themselves and feel the sadness of the two of them today.
Of course they can't take away such a "unique" experience - they even hope to be able to watch in the front row.
More importantly, the two of them are quite skeptical about Wayne aka Batman himself's future line - no matter how good he is to Harley, Damian Wayne is his only son after all.But don't tell them, Wayne will help his son chase Harry the next second... This is "shooting yourself in the foot".
The more Sirius thought about it, the worse he felt, and the more he felt that he accepted Damian so easily...I'm so sorry for James and Lily.He is supposed to be the strongest line of defense - Wayne is unreliable due to his blood relationship; and Pennyworth regards Wayne as closer to his own son... So when Snape left, he closed himself. In a room upstairs.
The euphemistic name is - "Take Harry out to play after adjusting his mood."
Damian is bored too - is it that hard to accept him?He originally thought that explaining to Harley's godfather that he had plans for the future about his relationship with Harley would make him understand that he was a responsible person.As a result, it seemed to make it more difficult for the other party to digest for a while.
Black's old house fell into a dead silence, and Molly couldn't help - Sirius couldn't think about it by himself, and it was useless for her to say anything.So she had to go and tidy up the new room for Harry and Damian.
Harry looked at Damian, who was silently studying the wizard's interior, and the closed door upstairs-this deadlock was not what she wanted.
She went up the stairs and knocked lightly on the door of the room where Sirius was - he actually locked himself in the dark magic item storage room.
"Don't worry about me, Molly." A man's muffled voice came from inside.
"It's me, Sirius," said Harry.
There was silence on the other side of the door, and after a few seconds, her godfather opened the door for her.
"Hi." Harry nodded.
"Hi..." Sirius replied softly.
"Can I go in?"
"Well, don't touch anything," he sidled out of the way for Harry, "even I don't know what evil these things have. I didn't burn them all because Constantine was interested in … "He curled his lips, wondering why he agreed to that guy.
Harry looked around the room, which was filled with several large cabinets. Some of these cabinets had transparent glass doors, revealing the weird things inside (some looked quite evil, such as obviously containing blood A crystal bottle with an opal embedded in it); and some cabinets did not have transparent doors, and Harry swore he saw one of them move.
"Molly and I just finished cleaning the house for the foxes the other day. Kreacher - the house-elf of the old house - hasn't done any cleaning in years...Snape just told me he died. "Sirius sighed, it's not that he has any feelings for that house elf, it's just that he is the only living person left in this family now.
"I saw your family tree when I passed one of the rooms just now." Harry whispered.
"Ah, you saw my name was burned," Sirius nodded, "that's because I was expelled, I don't want to join this family, I'm... the only Gryffindor, not keen A man of the Dark Arts; and my own brother, who joined the Death Eaters...and then he died."
Sirius obviously didn't want to say more...Harry felt that he was too presumptuous to ask just now...
"Um, sorry, I shouldn't..."
Sirius shook his head, "You don't need to apologize, you should know this—" He smiled, "Back then, your father's family took me in when I was evicted."
"My dad?" Harry's eyes lit up. "Can you tell me something about him? I don't know anything yet... except his name."
"Don't know anything?" Sirius frowned, and suddenly thought of... Snape who had been by Harry's side all the time, "Did Snape say something? No matter what he says, don't believe a word!"
"Well, he didn't say anything," Harry replied, "he only told me about my mother's story, and when it came to my father's story...he didn't want to talk about it. He just said, my father is a wizard." Harry blinked wink.
"Wizard," Sirius repeated, "well... that's acceptable."
"Huh——" Her godfather leaned against the wall covered with complicated wallpaper and tapestries, "How should I start?" His eyes were full of nostalgia, and the corner of his mouth was smiling. Harry found that the godfather was indeed a very handsome man.
"Your father—James Potter," his smile faded a little, and he looked at the void behind Harry with a blank look in his eyes, "he is the best man, the best...he accepts... Someone a lot of people wouldn't accept."
Then Sirius fell silent, and Harry heard a soft swallowing sound, and saw his fists hugged by his side, unconsciously tightening and loosening.
She quickly lowered her head, so that... it was a personal expression of emotion, and Harry didn't want to disturb him.
So she didn't see that when Sirius finally controlled the sourness in his eyes, he began to observe her carefully-from her slightly messy hair to her elongated hands-these were one of the few things she didn't know. Many, the most obvious feature from James.
"You're very much like him," Sirius' voice returned to normal. "He's also a good Quidditch player."
The godfather smiled warmly, "James spent half of his student life chasing your mother," he tilted his head helplessly, "So, I guess, you also followed him in this...so young, you know Know exactly what you want.”
Harry felt a little ashamed, "It's really not what Damian and I intended to make you angry," she raised her head and asked in a low voice, "Do you really...don't like Damian so much?"
The girl's aggrieved expression almost broke Sirius' heart. This lethal force... is stronger than Damian's hundred bat darts.
"No..." Sirius shifted his weight to the other foot uneasily, not even knowing where to put his hands. "As long as you like... I have no problem."
He didn't have any decisive opinions in the first place, he was just...not reconciled.
Harley nodded, and she spun slightly on the ground with the toe of her boot, and said hesitantly, "Many girls fantasize about their weddings when they were young... I'm not that cool, so I can't avoid it, of course I... also fantasize about it." But—even when I was in that cupboard, I had wild dreams like that."
"The thing that troubled me the most at the time was not how to find someone who was willing to marry me..." Harry smiled, a little bit bitterly, but more relieved, "It was, who would be at the wedding, as a male elder, Take my hand and walk me down the red carpet aisle leading to the priest?"
"Dursley? No, they wouldn't be willing to do it even if I wanted to. They probably don't want to be at my wedding at all."
And now in Damian's situation, if they do get married in the end--Harry allows herself to imagine--Uncle Bruce is definitely not suitable to send her away, he is the groom's father after all; It is considered half of Damian's relatives; the only one who really belongs to his father's generation is indeed only Sirius.
"But now I have you," Harley looked up again, his eyes sincere and expectant, "Will you wait for me to grow up and send me down the red carpet aisle to Damian?"
Sirius was shocked on the spot by this request... This is a scene that even he himself did not dare to dream about.can heCan he really?
The girl's expression was obviously serious, of course he couldn't refuse her... and he couldn't refuse, even if Voldemort's wand was facing him now.
"Of course I... would, Halle. It's an incredible honor for me... thank you."
Harry laughed heartily, and suddenly Sirius felt... life was so damn good.
"When did mom and dad get married? 17 years old?" Harry suddenly thought of this question. She really just asked casually, because mom and dad were counted by age, and she was born at the age of 20.
"It's not important!" Sirius, who was dazed by the warmth and happiness, thought of James' age at marriage... he was suddenly hit in the head!
"In any case, you are not allowed to marry at the age of 17!"
The author has something to say:
*Originally I wanted to kill the locket in this chapter, but the family drama is endless... I will kill it in the next chapter!