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Grimmauld Place, Black's old house.
"...Don't worry, Greyback has been executed by the Magic Congress of the United States of America. The court hearings here are incredibly fast and the laws are stricter..."
"...I need Stay here temporarily to deal with the remaining werewolf affairs and negotiate with the Muggle government..."
"...take care of Harry..."
"...Your loyal Remus."
The goose-yellow soft light illuminated the bedroom. Sirius sat by the bed and read letters from foreign countries over and over again. His long-strained nerves finally relaxed and he felt The ground exhaled.
A series of not light footsteps suddenly came from behind, and two white arms suddenly wrapped around the neck, with a refreshing aroma: "Kreacher made jam trifle, I know you don't like to eat too much It's sweet. I specifically told him to put less sugar. Would you like to try it?"
Due to pregnancy, his arms are not slender, slightly swollen and soft to the touch. Sirius is very attached to this feeling. , said vaguely: "He is obedient now. Even if he only listens to you, sometimes I doubt that you are his original master."
Betty chuckled softly and fiddled with his slightly prickly beard. Damn, this feeling is a bit of a relief: "Stop complaining, if you don't go on, your portion of the sponge cake will be eaten by the children."
"I don't want to eat it anyway." Sirius put away the letter, stood up and hugged his wife, kissing the corner of her mouth, "The sweetness here is just right for me."
"Stay away , your beard pierced me..."
"Shave it off tomorrow, all of it"
"..."
The two hugged and said. After a while, pregnant women do not have enough energy, and soon they squint their eyes in a daze and cannot speak clearly.
Sirius helped his wife lie down, carefully and lightly.
"Sirius?"
The voice was vague and weak, just an unconscious whisper.
"I'm here."
The woman's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn't dare to touch them again for fear of waking her up.
After a few minutes, Sirius cautiously placed his hand on his already swollen belly. The stretch marks were not smooth to the touch. He thought about which potions would be helpful to pregnant women, and it took a long time for him to react belatedly. , Muggles do not have magic power in their bodies and cannot touch potions rashly.
"Let's consider Muggle medicine..."
A strange touch suddenly came, and a weak force was touching the palm of his hand through his belly.
Sirius suddenly became stiff and did not dare to move, his breathing stagnated, his heart was trembling, and an unprecedented complex mood filled his body and mind.
Surprise, disbelief, worry...
The touch disappeared quickly, but his heart couldn't calm down for a long time. Various pictures flashed in his rapidly rotating mind, and countless thoughts came to him like a tide.
The rebellious life in my youth was about rebelling against my parents and the grief and despair of chasing Pettigrew. It was about avenging James. The confusion when I was detained in Azkaban was about atonement for my own mistakes... …
Sirius looked back at the memories of the past few decades, and had an inexplicable strange feeling that he should have died a long time ago.
When did this messy life begin to come alive? When did he begin to feel that he was so truly alive?
A pair of dark, shiny eyes suddenly appeared, and Sirius felt sincere gratitude and even deeper repentance in his heart.
His thoughts were drifting to the sky with the wind of summer night. When Sirius came back to his senses, Betty in front of him had woken up without knowing when, looking at him with slightly bright eyes, with a gentle look. laugh.
"Why are you awake?"
"I can't sleep, your child is naughty again."
Sirius couldn't help but laugh: "Just so I have I want to discuss something with you."
"You said."
"I want to take you home, just this weekend."
Betty was stunned for a moment and looked straight at him: "Isn't this my home?"
"Listen to me Say..." Sirius caressed her cheek, "I can involve myself in danger, but I cannot allow you to be implicated by me, and for you and the child, Muggle hospitals provide more comprehensive care."
"..."
Betty was silent for a long time, leaning her head on his shoulder: "I know."
"..."
"Promise me, before you do anything, think about your children first."
"I will."
...
It is already late July. The sun, which was still sultry during the day, has set. The evening breeze brings coolness. London is not dark at night. The bridge across the Thames River is dotted with colorful lights and the streets are full of neon lights. Magnificent lighting.
After dinner and a movie, Loren and Hermione took the double-decker bus back to Hampstead.
The little witch opened the car window and looked at the night scene outside, with bright eyes, and asked without looking back: "I have a wonderful idea, Loren, if the Knight Bus chases the dawn and dusk line at full speed , will it never dawn?"
"Can the Knight Bus cross the sea?"
"I don't know..."
The little witch frowned slowly. He frowned and said thoughtfully: "The Knight Bus only travels within the scope allowed by the Ministry of Magic. When it needs to cross the river, it always walks on the bridge. However, the Magic Bus was made a few centuries ago. At that time, There are not so many bridges. From this point of view, it should be waterproof."
Loren rubbed her head: "When you become the Minister of Magic in the future, try soaking the Knight Bus in water."
Hermione gave him a faint look: "Such a minister will definitely do this. Deposed by the Wizengamot. "
"You definitely can't give the order directly. You can do it in a roundabout way, such as reforming the Department of Transportation and promoting the magic bus on a large scale, using it in the name of testing. Soak in water." Loren came up with random ideas.
"The Department of Transportation can indeed be reformed."
"Yes..."
"The Knight Bus has a very strong cargo capacity, and it may be used for other purposes in the future."
"Think long term, Minister Granger..."
"It's obviously you. I mentioned it first..."
"Tsk..."
Absurd jokes have no logic at all. Just coming from that person's mouth, they become infinitely interesting out of thin air.
The two chatted quietly all the way, and after arriving at the station, they walked side by side towards home.
Walking along the Hampstead garden path, I saw two adjacent houses with lights on in the distance. Suddenly, the little witch's suppressed exclamation sounded around me. She pointed to the mailbox outside the house. Two owls stand side by side.
"It's the transcript!"
Hermione grabbed Loren's arm tightly, her voice filled with uncontrollable excitement, and she quickly dragged him over.
"Loren, I'm a little afraid to look!"
She was timid when she walked in front of the owl. The little witch hid behind Loren, holding his arm and trembling slightly.
Loren stepped forward with a smile, stroked two beautiful tawny owls, handed over two white mice, and then took off the two envelopes, with his and Hermione's names written on them respectively. name.
"Should I read it for you or should you read it yourself?"
"You should read it for me."
"Let me take a look..." Loren opened it while He unfolded the parchment in the envelope and shook his head pretending to be serious: This result... um..."
"What?" Hermione held her breath and almost didn't dare to look at him.
"It turns out that T stands for extremely poor, not troll."
"Is there a T in my grades?" Hermione's voice trembled.
"That's not the case, I just saw the grade rating on the first page and I felt a few words of emotion." Loren handed it over to show her the content of the first page.
"No, look at my results!" Hermione was so frightened that she turned away, but her eyes glanced uncontrollably -
"Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination Results" The title in bold black font is in the center. Spell it out instead of abbreviating it.
The following two lines are the performance evaluation grades. Excellent (O), good (E), and passing (A) are qualified grades, while poor (P), very poor (D), and extremely poor (T) are not Passing grade.
"Hey..."
Loren found it very interesting, and slowly opened the second page, and immediately took a breath of air: "Hiss——"
"What's wrong?" Hermione's heart suddenly lifted.
"You actually took ten exams, one more than me!"
"..." Hermione took a deep breath, lowered her voice, and said without emotion, "Look Results."
"Let me take a look." Loren looked down at the transcript again, paused, and read slowly, "Hermione Granger's results are as follows, astronomy-"
Hermione quietly raised her eyes to look at him.
Loren finished his protracted tone, changed his voice, and asked: "What are the achievements in astronomy?"
"..."
Hermione raised her head and looked directly at him, a His hands clenched into fists and his eyes became dangerous.
"Ahem..." Feeling that his personal safety was threatened, Loren immediately announced, "The astronomy score is excellent."
Hermione suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes softened a lot.
"The next door...Care of Magical Creatures——"
Listening to his voice rising again after a long pause, Hermione couldn't bear it anymore, punched him and grabbed the transcript. , said angrily: "I'd better see for myself!"
On the report card, ten outstanding students were neatly lined up.
Hermione took the parchment and read it several times, and her breathing became light and easy again. She thought that her ancient runes could only be good.
"Hehe..." Loren rubbed his shoulders and said with a smile, "It would be more suspenseful if I revealed it like that, wouldn't it? The greater the expectations, the greater the surprise."
Hermione glared at him and reached for another envelope: "Then let me read your transcript like this to see if you are surprised?"
Loren ducked sideways and sneered: "Don't think that I don't know, you just want to see my grades, don't even think about it."
"Give it to me!" Hermione posted.
"Don't even think about it!"
"Give me..."
The two people's voices became lower and lower, and they ran into the house chasing each other.
Two owls stood on the mailbox, their clever eyes following them.
I vaguely heard the angry voice of the little witch shouting, "I've shown you my transcript, why don't you show me your transcript?" Later, I found that the threat had no effect, so I changed it. She tried to lure her by saying, "Let me see your transcript and I can help you choose courses for next semester." But no matter how much she shouted, Loren would never be fooled.
The owl's head turned to the extreme angle and suddenly returned to normal.
The two birds looked at each other and continued to enjoy the dried white rat with their heads down.
There's nothing interesting about a little wizard falling in love.
...
"Smile less, don't be so proud..."
Loren leaned slightly to the right, adjusted his weight, shook his shoulders, and lightly bumped his seat. Hermione next to her: "What's so interesting? Even if you are excellent in all subjects, you don't have to stare at the report card for so long. Be humble..."
Hermione snorted twice, lowered her head and said After reading the two report cards, I couldn't stop the smile on my face and felt very happy.
The two neat rows of excellence look so pleasing to the eye.
Unfortunately, one of them only has nine subjects, missing one subject of ancient runes, and there are some differences between the two neat and consistent tables.
"If you take the ancient rune exam, you can also get an excellent one." Hermione said with some regret, folding the parchment carefully, leaning her head to the side, "The next ultimate wizard level For exams, how about we choose the same subjects and get 12 certificates?"
"It sounds very tiring."
"We study together and take exams together, so it doesn't feel uncomfortable. Tired."
"Idealism...be sensible, Professor Granger, such magic has not been created yet."
"..." The little witch looked at him displeased.
"Hehe..." Loren laughed twice, hugged the girl and shook her, "Have you decided what classes to choose in sixth grade?"
"Not yet..." Hermione He shook his head and said in a lazy voice, "Transfiguration, spells, potions, herbs, Care of Magical Creatures, Defense Against the Dark Arts and History of Magic must continue to be studied. There is a time conflict in the elective courses, so I have to think about it carefully. "
"Some subjects can be taught by yourself, such as the history of magic...such as ancient runes. If you encounter any problems, just ask me."
"Professor Babbling will be sad." Hermione gently hit his head with her head, expressing her troubles affectionately.
"What's the matter? When we were chatting in the dormitory before the holidays, Harry and Ron said they didn't plan to continue taking the Care of Magical Creatures course."
"Oh... this is too cruel. "Hagrid will be sad. I can imagine him crying in the cabin."
"It's all my fault." Leigh and Ron, two terrible guys"
"emmm..."
Hermione narrowed her eyes and looked at him suspiciously: "Why do I think you want to drop Hagrid's class too."
"Well... I have this idea. The class on Care of Magical Creatures is too long. Observation Homework is time-consuming. If you cancel it, you can free up a lot of class time."
"Stop talking, stop talking..." Hermione quickly covered his mouth, "If he continues to talk, I will be moved. We will. All four of them can't abandon Hagrid."
Loren slowly took her hand down and kneaded it in his hand while observing the little witch's troubled expression with interest, still muttering. He muttered in a low voice: "But Hagrid has been teaching for several years. He is already a qualified professor. There is no shortage of qualified professors... and we are friends. We can also meet on weekends..."
"Perhaps friends need the support of friends more?"
"This..."
"But Hagrid must understand us."
"..."
Hermione clutched the parchment and stopped talking.
Loren stood up, patted his coat and trousers, and then patted her shoulder: "Then you think about it carefully, think about it carefully, and consider my course as well. I don't want to take History of Magic. It's best to quit astronomy. In fact, potions are not necessary, but it's not good to continue to have contact with Professor Slughorn, and it's not good for Professor Snape to know..."
The little witch's two beautiful eyebrows were twisted together, and her tangled little face was extremely interesting.
(End of this chapter)
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