novelraw Chapter 48 The Journey of a Black Dog
Chapter 48 The Journey of a Black Dog
The British wizarding media circle has ushered in a rare spring in the Hogwarts school season-of course, it is too profit-oriented and too inhumane to say so.How can you enjoy the misfortune of other people and society and hope to profit from it?It's so out of line with journalistic ethics that even Rita Skeeter will shake her head at you, expressing pain and regret, at least on the surface.
From the Gringotts theft, to The Girl Who Lived Missing, to Sirius Black's Escape from Azkaban, it's been a busy September, with newspapers and magazines tracking and selling out overprint.
On the outside of the small village of Ottery-St. Catchpole in sunny Devon, England, in a crooked, cozy little house with four or five chimneys inserted, Molly Weasley holds a Wand, stirring the thick soup over the fire, frowning at the newspaper in his hand.
Arthur Weasley yawned, walked into the kitchen, and brushed his hair casually with his hands. Recently, the entire Ministry of Magic and even the British wizarding society have been panicked by Black's escape from prison, and overtime has become the norm.
Arthur could understand that these crappy wizards might have lost their sense of security because of this news, but what he didn't understand was why they should release their stress by abusing magic on Muggle items?
"She's so poor..." Molly put the breakfast plate in front of Arthur who was already seated, "I guess Dumbledore must have hidden her. Black heard her disappearance in Azkaban." The news, not reconciled, escaped from prison and wanted to hunt her down."
"Are you talking about Harry Potter, Mom?" The eyes of Ginny Weasley, who grew up reading Harry's stories, stood at the corner of the stairs, The Girl Who Lived It's her idol!
"The newspaper said she was dead, it must be false, right?"
The little red-haired girl ran down the stairs and jumped onto the stool next to her father, watching her mother wipe her hands on the apron, hoping she would tell more about Harry Potter.
A few days ago, the newspapers were full of rumors about Harley's death, which made Ginny so depressed that she didn't want to get up and couldn't even eat; instead, it was the news of Black's escape that made her "come back to life" (——Mo Li language).
"Dinner." Molly tapped on the wand, and the pots and bowls in the sink were automatically cleaned.
After she sat down at the dining table, she looked up at the clock that marked the current state of the family - Ron's pointer pointed to "school".From this, the kind witch thought of the girl from the Potter family who was born in the same year as her youngest son.
"Hey... I said back then that we were willing to raise her..." Molly lost her appetite, put down her spoon, and wondered where that poor girl would be now, whether she could have a hot meal, whether she was running to hide.
"I feel sorry for Lily and James...she's just a kid."
"I think she's safe, Molly." Arthur patted his wife's hand and comforted him. "I always feel that Dumbledore knows something, but it's just not convenient to reveal it."
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On the other side, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, London.
The Fischer family from Germany has just moved into this lovely two-story building. Although all the houses on Privet Drive look the same, one after the other, Mrs. Fischer thinks that as long as she In just one day, she can completely decorate this place in a unique and outstanding way.
And when she was planting flowers in the front yard, the Muggle news faintly coming from the living room kept scrolling and playing a notice about a fugitive criminal.
"...to remind the public that Blake is armed and extremely dangerous. A dedicated hotline has been activated and anyone who sees Blake should report it immediately."
For Mrs. Fisher, who is optimistic by nature, the news just passed her ears like the wind; she got up and stretched her stiff body in the middle of her work, and greeted the neighbor next door who craned her neck and watched cordially, but the other party But he looked at her with an expression of bewilderment and even disapproval, and shrank his head back like a gopher.
This made Mrs. Fisher feel strange. She shook her head, turned around, and suddenly saw a big black dog with skinny bones and tangled fur appearing in front of her house.
It looked listless, with its tail drooping and its head drooping, as if unable to bear the weight of its own head.
"Hey! Little one?" Seeing the black dog looking up and staring at the house, Mrs. Fisher took a step forward, "Are you a pet of a previous resident here?"
No. 4 Privet Drive has changed several owners in the past three years, and each household does not live for long, because there are always strange things happening, and people in strange clothes come to watch from afar.After a long time, some people joked that this house was cursed by the Mrs. Cleanliness of the Dursleys. If you are not clean enough, her ghost will come out to harass you.
This is why a young couple who have just arrived in the UK can buy this house for far below the market price.
"I suggest you don't touch it, who knows if it has any disease, wait until I call the animal shelter, let them come and take this..." The neighbor who had just shrunk back issued a warning from the side.
"I will take it to see a doctor and get an injection." Mrs. Fisher stepped forward and protected the dog. If it is not adopted within the stipulated time, it will be euthanized. She once worked in a German shelter. know this.
From the first time she saw the dog, she had a strange feeling—that there was a story in its eyes.Moreover, it does not look like those long-term stray wild dogs.If it could take a bath and groom its fur, it could be beautiful.
The black dog made no resistance to her attempt to grab its neck with a gloved hand—in fact, it looked at Mrs. Fisher with a disappointed, sad expression (if dogs had expressions...), With a suppressed whimper, he shook a few times before collapsing directly to the ground.
"Well, this is still a sick dog, is it dead?" The neighbor continued to stretch his neck to watch the show.
Mrs. Fisher sighed, it seems that this should indeed be a pet abandoned by the previous resident, so loyal, and found here alone.
She put on her coat, took the car keys, ignored the nagging of the neighbors, and took the black dog to the nearest pet hospital. Of course, she did not forget to buy a dog leash and a collar on the way.
So the Animagus, Sirius Black, received several injections in the Muggle pet hospital.
To Mrs. Fisher's relief and heartache, the veterinarian told her that the dog had nothing wrong with it, it was just fainting from hunger.This strengthened her determination to keep the black dog.
After get off work, Mr. Fisher went home to listen to his wife's account and accepted the black dog as his new family member.
Regarding the status quo of being treated as a pet, Sirius did not resist for the time being—he was too tired, too hungry and too weak. During the whole journey of avoiding dementors and jailers, escaping from Azkaban, and swimming across the North Sea, he did not To die on the way was already a miracle.
But the miracle didn't continue, he saw that the residents here had changed, and he heard the news from the family and the neighbors that the Dursley family had died in the air crash.
Crouching under the cupboard under the stairs in the living room, he now only feels disheartened, which is a deeper and more thorough despair than being surrounded by dementors.
He felt that he was about to get lost in his Animagus form...but thinking about it, it wouldn't hurt to just be a dog without the meaning of his existence.
Sirius didn't want to live in the kennel outside, so the Fishers had to do a little tidying up of the cupboard under the stairs and put it inside.
"Oh, you're such a spoiled dog, and you don't eat dog food." Even with the cupboard door closed at night, Mr. Fisher thinks the dog is sometimes downright clever.
Of course, Sirius didn't know that his goddaughter once lived here. He tried to search for traces left by Harley in the house, but to no avail.Until, late one night, he dug out the girl’s kindergarten art homework from a hidden gap in the cupboard wall—a drawing of a flying black motorcycle.
And, all kinds of short, diary-like monologues scattered on scraps of paper.
"It's Dudley's birthday, and he's crying because he's missing a gift. Most importantly, he can count?"
"I dreamed that someone came and picked me up, and I never had to get up in the morning to cook."
There are not many sentences, but a few words outline Harry's past life... In this small cupboard, Sirius turned into a human form for the first time since he was released from prison, and sent these small pieces of paper and paintings to the Shattered Prison. in the pocket of the suit.
He thought he must have cultivated some kind of divinity after many days of drifting in the North Sea—because he didn't blow up Dursley's grave directly—well, they shouldn't have graves who died in the air crash.
Sirius moved his tall body with difficulty, moving in the small space of the cupboard, he leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and meditated, and calmed down his excitement-Harry could not be on that plane, she wrote The little piece of paper mentioned that the Dursleys didn't take her with them every time they traveled, but left her with Mrs. Figg.
Mrs. Figg... This name is inexplicably familiar. It seems that I have heard it before in the Order of the Phoenix. It must be just the same surname...
So Sirius spent many days watching in the garden, staring at Mrs. Figg's house, and finally one day, she went shopping.So Sirius immediately seized the opportunity and sneaked into her home.
He scares away the countless cats in the house, regains his human form, and rummages through the debris piles. He doesn't know what he hopes to find... maybe, just more evidence that Harley once existed.
He had never expected to find Dumbledore's reply to Mrs Figg.
In the letter, Dumbledore comforted Mrs. Figg, who was extremely worried because Harry was taken to the orphanage, and assured her that Harry would not spend her childhood in the orphanage; The last relative--Mr. Alfred Pennyworth.
Sirius put the letter in his pocket too, along with Harry's little piece of paper.
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