[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon

"Since when did you start being scolded as a family scum? After entering school?"

"more or less."

Irina's expression made me uncomfortable, or I had never seen her like this.

She has always been calm and self-contained, with a smile on her face all the time, gentle and casual, and it feels like a very typical Hufflepuff—not counting the exercises, of course. I've always liked Irina very much, or had some admiration for her.

She felt like a mix of mother and sister to me, pushing me to study, joking with me, telling me what to do and what not to do, and complaining to me about the professor's too much homework. Her patron saint was warm and forced me to call the weasel Wong Tai Sin. But it is true that the weasel suits her very well, cunning but very cute.

But I have never seen her like this.

With a gray breath, with a decadence and despair emanating from the depths of the heart.

"That means starting at the age of eleven, then you are a little later than me. Excuse me, can I change my posture?"

I watched Sirius nodded, and then saw that she had taken off her shoes, curled up into a ball, with her arms around her legs and her head on her knees, looking restless and irritable. Mr. Ronnie next to him was very obedient and did not jump on it, but fell asleep on the edge of the sofa.

"You should have been pretty good before."

"indeed."

Then they fell back into a silence that I could understand.

I glanced at Sirius, then moved to Irina's side under his acquiescence, sat next to her, and my voice softened a lot: "Irina..."

This sound has no special meaning, I just want to call her.

"Happiness is mostly similar, misfortune is different."

Her bright brown eyes looked at me and smiled, and I always felt that my eyes were very similar to hers, the kind that could tell at a glance that we were related by blood.

"Harry, you were treated indifferently by the Dursleys, not abusive but violent; Sirius was called a traitor and a shameless, shameless scumbag because he went to Gryffindor. ; well, so am I."

I gasped, and then I felt Sirius' sullen look: "What does that mean?"

"It's almost, perverted, cheap, weird, mentally ill, three-eight and so on. It's just like my ordinary people's elementary school days."

I looked at Irina, who was smiling. Her smile was definitely not the warm smile I usually see, but a sneer and a sneer.

"It's only four years, almost as long as you. You ran out of the house and I left this terrible place."

Irina changed her posture, but she still looked like she was curled up: "That's why I said, you can still come back here, you are really a tolerant person."

"Aren't you the same?"

Sirius was sitting so casually, so casually that it made me feel like he didn't care about this place at all: "There's only one Blake left, and it's mine anyway."

"You haven't sold this place yet. If I had a choice, I chose to blow it up."

I've never known Irina's past, or rather, everything she's shown makes it hard for me to imagine what her past was like. When I was about to speak, I saw her raise her hand: "Want to hear? I see Harry, you seem to want to hear?"

"You said before that happiness is about the same, and now I think it is about the same unfortunate."

"No, that's different."

I saw a smug look on Irina's face that I'd rather she didn't have, she looked smug and morbid: "I'm a person who is even afraid of Boggart, Sirius, if you meet Bogg Special, what do you see? Harry's death, Professor Lupin's death, or something else? Everyone has something to fear, and I scoff at death."

"You must know that when I was eleven years old, I witnessed death with my own eyes."

When I saw Irina's smile, I felt a little fear in my heart: "Irina, don't..."

"And, that's my own death."

On her face was indifference to life and death, and casualness to life. The only positive emotion that can be said is her apology to me.

"I was standing on the roof and looking down I saw my own twisted corpse. She jumped down, with joy and happiness I knew all too well, hatred and curse from where I was standing, The corpse was twisted and there was a slight smile on its face."

I listened to her story, as if I knew her for the first time, touching the past that she was never willing to tell: "I think at that time, I saw my death about ten seconds later."

"What do you think when you see your own death?"

"I don't have any ideas. It's not the future I see that stops me, but because I'm a step behind, I just waited for an owl."

owl……

I wonder what that means, it's hope from the magic world. At this time, Sirius's expression became calm, and the original hostility disappeared: "I'm very lucky."

"Who said it wasn't."

"Your situation is much worse than mine. It's not easy to be like this."

There was a little more admiration in Sirius' voice, and I saw that Irina's face finally had the familiar smile on her face. Her hair was hanging down, and she hooked it behind her ear with her hand. For a moment, it seemed extraordinarily quiet and beautiful: "Yes, thank you."

"No thanks."

There was a little more discomfort in Sirius' voice, and I smiled helplessly. Irina is an aesthetic inspiration for me. Although I only became aware of the opposite **** when I was in the third grade, I knew she was beautiful.

Blood brought me close to her, and at the same time made me think that the most beautiful thing a girl can do is when she hooks her hair behind her ears. Because Irina was very beautiful and confident when she made it, which gave me a feeling that she knew everything and was calm.

She is very calm now, not the calmness of a pool of stagnant water, but the calmness that is still peaceful in the midst of strong winds and waves. This feeling is also a sense of security for me, very wonderful and very interesting.

"It's amazing that your mother can remind me of that bad thing."

"Maybe I should say thank you and compliment?"

"Oh, Sirius, don't say thank you in this situation."

My tone was deliberately grumbling, and it quickly made both of them laugh. Irina was still curled up, but she obviously didn't have the tense attitude just now to gain a sense of security: "What do you want to eat? My craft is not bad."

"Really? That's pretty good."

"So you invited me because the elf at home is disobedient and needs a cook?"

She finally laughed without a hint of gloom, then put on her slippers and stood up. There happened to be an apron hanging in the kitchen, she put it on casually, and then began to count the dishes.

"what you up to?"

"Look what does it...so there's nothing but egg bread potato Sirius? Oh, spaghetti."

I saw Sirius following him, jumping off the sofa with him, and standing at the door of the kitchen, but Irina pointed the nose with a large spoon.

"Irina! How can you drive me away, I also practiced cooking at Dursley's!"

"Then you will fry the eggs later."

"good!"

"Sirius."

She moved the big spoon with a visible slash from my nose to Sirius's nose, and the smiles on the faces of the two made me, who was a little excited, instantly feel revenge.

But my protest was in vain.

"It will only hold you back, hurry out."

"I won't hold back..."

"Oh? Then you peel the tomatoes."

"Peel the tomatoes!"

"Then get out now!"

Well, I feel like this kind of revenge is not bad.

I sneaked into the kitchen to help Irina peel the potatoes, I secretly looked back at the godfather who was sitting at the table in a dejected manner, and put on a smile: "Irina, did you do it on purpose?"

"I did it on purpose, and you should stop talking. After you changed your voice, it made my ears hurt."

Come on! This is revenge!

The author has something to say:

This chapter is Harry's perspective, I think everyone should see it

And Irina's past is almost like this, I won't write or mention it again in this pit