Everyday Players at Hogwarts

That vase must be a gift from Aunt Petunia. Harry wiped his eyes and joked.

The ugly and unique style of the vase in the photo is obviously the work of his aunt.

Harry is very familiar with this. The carpets and even the tablecloths in the Dursleys' house are similar to that vase.

They are also Aunt Petunia's favorites, but only she likes them.

Harry actually knows that Uncle Dursley has wanted to change these things many times.

But to say this, his aunt really likes Harry's mother and is willing to give this vase as a gift.

You know, with Harry's familiarity with Aunt Petunia, this vase is equivalent to Nimbus 2001 to Ron.

It belongs to that woman. I have never understood why Lily likes her sister so much.

She is sarcastic and hates people like us. Even her appearance can be considered ugly. Sirius said.

It is not appropriate to judge a person by appearance. Dumbledore said seriously, pulling out his wand and waving it, a chair flew behind him, facing the guests, but forgot to invite me to sit down.

If you don't understand Lily.

Then you should not understand why Petunia would take the risk to adopt her sister's child.

You may say that there is Lily's blood magic, but Petunia doesn't understand these.

She adopted their only child after her sister's family was assassinated by terrorists (I used the word correctly, Harry).

And, to be honest, Petunia was not bad to Harry when Harry was still a little grown up. Dumbledore said in a brisk tone, and turned to look at Harry, as if he was recalling what he looked like when he was still a little grown up with Harry's current face.

Maybe. Sirius muttered unwillingly.

To be honest, Sirius's tone and demeanor when he muttered were exactly the same as Kreacher's.

But it is understandable, Kreacher probably looks much older than Sirius, and maybe Kreacher spends more time with Sirius than his parents.

Harry suddenly thought of this.

Wait, what did you just say? Cat? Harry suddenly asked.

They have a cat... Maybe it died in Godric's Hollow like its parents... Or maybe it left because no one feeds it... By the way, he hasn't been to Godric's Hollow, his real home.

Thinking of this, Harry's internal organs seemed to twitch.

Yes, there is a cat. I remember that cat's name is Snowflake. Sirius said.

He didn't think there was anything to emphasize about a cat.

Maybe Sirius himself didn't realize that the education of the Black family was deeply engraved in his soul in some aspects. He didn't think that cats and house elves had the same feelings as them.

I know why Harry hates cats.

Because when the Dursleys go out to travel, they will leave Harry with an old Muggle lady named Figg, who adopts many cats. Ron said.

He looked at Draco proudly, happy that only he and Harry knew his unknown secret.

It seems that there is another person?

No, it should be an illusion.

Come on, Ron, you just knew Harry earlier.

Speaking of cats, any student at Hogwarts shouldn't like them too much, right? Draco complained.

He wasn't jealous of the little secret between Ron and Harry at all.

In his opinion, it was just because of Ron's slander of their family at the beginning and his own attitude.

What about Millicent? She's also from Slytherin, right? Not to mention that Hogwarts has the most cats. It's just that they don't usually let cats out of the dormitory. Ron said in an exaggerated tone.

You don't have a crush on her, do you?

That's good, because besides Harry, we both have girls we like.

This way our parents won't think that the relationship between us and Harry is abnormal. Draco smiled.

Hey! What a good idea.

But I don't like Millicent, you're crazy!

If it was Crabbe or Goyle, it would be possible, because Millicent is about the same size as them and has a double chin. Ron frowned.

If you didn't like her, why would you pay so much attention to her appearance. Draco said sarcastically.

Sometimes, she is too beautiful, or like Millicent.

Harry sat aside, watching Ron and Draco quarreling again with a look of eating melon.

Kreacher shuttled among the flowers and plants, panting and placing rich and delicious food next to the cake.

On the other side, Sirius and Dumbledore came to Regulus' room at the foot of the stairs.

We have to hurry while Kreacher is preparing lunch. Sirius looked very anxious.

Sirius, don't worry, I won't hurt Regulus no matter what.

He is also a hero who has done a lot for us to defeat Voldemort. Dumbledore said.

He keenly noticed the real reason behind Sirius's anxious look, his worry about his brother.

Well, I'll say it straight.

I trust you, Dumbledore, but not in this regard.

Harry can be considered a hero, but what was his childhood like? Sirius whispered.

He didn't want to wake up Regulus who was replenishing his energy in the dark so soon.

Moreover, he didn't plan to let Dumbledore enter Regulus's room before communicating face to face.

I understand the importance of a relative who was thought to have passed away.

As for Harry's arrangement, I think I have said many times that the Dursley's is the best and most suitable place for Harry. Dumbledore's light blue eyes revealed great seriousness.

That's what I'm worried about!

What if Regulus leaving this world is the best choice?

I don't want to know!

I just want to keep the status quo. Even if he is fake, even if he is Sirius, he couldn't suppress his voice and burst into tears.

The door creaked open, and a handsome man in white pajamas came out.

Although he looked like an adult, he still looked like a three-year-old child. He walked tremblingly towards the only person he felt close to here, and worriedly and awkwardly wiped Sirius' face with his hands. teardrops.

I think you know what I mean. Sirius hugged his brother, his eyes revealing a determination that he would protect him even if it cost his life.

I understand what you mean. Dumbledore sighed, but if I mean if, if his existence itself was unstable, or if releasing his soul trapped in his body would be the better option, you know what I mean.

If that's the case, please give me some time. Sirius took his brother's hand and pushed open the door to his bedroom. Come on, Dumbledore.