Chapter 14

One day after August, Sirius began packing boxes and preparing to go back to school.

This summer, he noticed that something had changed in the Black family. For example, his parents no longer asked him to transfer from Gryffindor to Slytherin - he had always thought his father and mother were stupid, did they think they could re-separate a fifth-year student just for the sake of the Black family? At least he didn't think Headmaster Dumbledore would listen to a nobleman.

Mom and Dad began to pay more attention to Regulus, and perhaps they finally realized that they had two sons, and that the perfect little son was still a Slytherin.

Sirius wanted to whistle with joy, and although Black's house was still a place full of dark magic, he could leave it as soon as he graduated.

He was eager to tell his friends the good news, but unfortunately the Blacks forbade him to use an owl to deliver the letter. As a result, he could only use a two-way mirror to talk to James.

"They won't let me go out!" He grumbled angrily.

"Me too, brother." James listlessly said he hadn't touched his broom for two months.

"I don't believe they're going to lock me up when school starts! When that day comes, I'll be able to go out! He rolled in bed by himself, wishing it would be September 1 soon.

"yes, by the way, have you finished your homework?" James crumpled the parchment and tossed it up and down like it was the Golden Snitch.

"Oh no! Don't remind me of it! "Sirius wails." I can copy Remus on the train, and I'm very skilled at auto-copying spells. He gestured confidently.

"Ahem, um, that, Sirius?" James said, "Did you write to Remus?" ”

Sirius suddenly became embarrassed, and he tried to say easily, "No, they won't let me use the owl, I want to go to the train and say sorry to him again, for ...... Ahem, that. He quickly skimmed over the reason, "I think he'll forgive us, right?" What do you think? "He looked uneasy.

James clenched the paper ball and said worriedly, "...... I think so, probably. ”

"Didn't you write to him?" Sirius had always wanted to ask the question, but he didn't dare to open his mouth, but he thought that if James wrote to Remus, it would mean that he had written it too, and the three of them were so good.

"Written." But James looked uneasy, "but he didn't reply." ”

The two of them fell silent.

The first of September has arrived.

Early in the morning, Sirius got up. He missed the air so much. As long as he can get him out of the house, he is now willing to pay any price.

However, when he arrived at the dining room, there were only elves, and his parents were in their own rooms, and even Regulus did not appear.

The Black elf Kreacher is a Black house elf who has served three generations of Black house elves, that is, Sirius, who looks like a child in front of him rather than a master.

"My dear little master got up so early today, and Kreacher hasn't prepared breakfast yet. Does the little master want to go to school so much? "Kreacher is not as afraid of wizards as the average house-elf, he always has a lot of words, and Sirius doesn't like it because it always talks to him.

"Yes!" "If I can leave home sooner, that's a blessing." ”

Kreacher poured him a glass of milk: "My poor mistress is sad that she has a son who does not love the Blakes. How painful it is. ”

Sirius rolled his eyes and pushed the milk away in front of him by the way: "I don't drink milk, Kreacher, I'm not a baby anymore, give me juice or coffee." ”

Kreacher continued to whisper, "Kreacher is so sad that the little master does not like it to prepare milk for him. In Kreacher's eyes, the little master was still a child, and he should drink milk. Then it gave him a glass of juice.

Sirius drank it all in one gulp, and he almost wished his father and mother would get up right now, and they would be able to ride to the train station right away.

But it was only six o'clock.

At a quarter past eight, Regulus walked downstairs in full clothes, and he came to the dining room: "Good morning, brother. Kreacher, give me breakfast. He sat down, and Kreacher almost immediately brought breakfast to him, consisting of two omelettes, some bacon, a few sausages, and fresh bread.

Regulus ate slowly, and he looked laid-back and infuriating. Sirius, on the other hand, sat across from him, and it must be said that he sat as casually as all Gryffindors.

"It would be nice if little Master Sirius could be as elegant as Little Master Regulus, he doesn't look like a Black kid at all." Kreacher muttered with his back to the two of them.

"Kreacher!" Sirius roared.

"Kreacher," said Regulus, at the same time, "I'm going to eat some vegetables, give me a sandwich, and put only lettuce leaves and tomatoes, and no ham slices." Then, give me some fruit. ”

Once again, Kreacher immediately delivered all the fruit he could find this season and a large plate of sandwiches.

Sirius thinks this family is going to drive him crazy! He was born a Gryffindor, but that doesn't mean he's a traitor. Now everyone is against him! Even including a house-elf!

He snorted to his feet, and left the dining room and walked to the foyer. He'd be waiting here for everyone to get up and take them to the train station.

At half-past eight, Mr. and Mrs. Black arrived at the dining room. The family of three said good morning to each other, and Mrs. Black asked Regulus, "Where is your brother?" ”

Without waiting for Regulus to reply, she said to Kreacher, "Call him for breakfast." ”

Kreacher quickly ran into the foyer and said to Sirius in a shriek, "Little master, the mistress wants you to go to breakfast. ”

Sirius stared against the wall, like he didn't hear.

Kreacher was used to the way he looked, so he pulled him straight to the diner.

"Kreacher!" Sirius complained about being pulled back to the dining room by Kreacher.

"Good morning, dear, did you have breakfast?" Mrs. Black said a little coldly.

Sirius sat down with a butt, and he held a reprimanded glaring from Mrs. Black, but he acted like he didn't care, but exaggerated.

"Eat." He said. Kreacher next to him immediately debunked him: "Sirius, the little master, only drank a glass of juice!" ”

Sirius glared at it, but Kreacher turned back to the kitchen as if he hadn't seen it.

"Sirius," Lady Black taught him at once, "I have told you many times that breakfast is important, and you must eat it. ”

Sirius rolled his eyes, he was shaking on one leg, which was very unsightly. So Mrs. Black immediately got angry: "Don't shake your legs again!" Otherwise, I'd let it shake like this for a whole year! You can give it a try! ”

Out of caution, Sirius stopped. Kreacher brought him a hearty breakfast, omelettes, bacon, sausages, and pushed boiled corn kernels and vegetable salad next to him.

"I don't eat salads." He whispered to Kreacher, hoping it would take them away.

Kreacher cried out, "The little master doesn't eat Kreacher to make salads!" This is Kreacher just made! Very fresh! ”

Sirius almost sighed, and Kreacher was like another Lady Black, always keeping an eye out for him to be undressed, his hair uncombed, or to eat enough. He glared at it hard.

Mrs. Black said, "Sirius, eat up your salad." It's good for your body. Order food, and we'll take you to catch the train, unless you don't want to go back to school. ”

Sirius Kreacher had to scoop a spoonful of boiled corn kernels and put it on his plate under his big eyes, which he was willing to eat more than lettuce leaves.

He finished his food, and his cheeks bulged.

Mrs. Black was angry again: "Sirius! Don't let me see you eating like an uneducated Gryffindor again! ”

Sirius was about to get angry, so he picked up the mineral water that Kreacher handed him and swallowed the food in his mouth, saying angrily, "I'm a Gryffindor!" ”

As a hundred times before, Mrs. Black and Sirius quarreled again.

Until a quarter past nine, Mr. Black stood in front of the fireplace smoking a cigarette, and from time to time took out his pocket watch to check the time, Regulus sat on the living room sofa drinking tea, and in the next dining room, Mrs. Black and Sirius continued to scream, and they had risen and begun to attack each other's ancestors, and they were one ancestor, which made some of the portraits in the living room look dizzy.

Kreacher had already sent the two little hosts' luggage to the car, and the driver had been ready half an hour earlier. It looked anxiously at the clock and said, "There is no time left." ”

Regulus comforted it: "Kreacher, don't worry, the train will leave at half past eleven, and we will have time to go out at ten o'clock." He listened to the voices in the dining room and asked Mr. Black curiously, "Dad, I've always wondered why my brother came to Gryffindor, he's just like my mother." This is especially evident when the two of them are arguing.

Mr. Black sighed, and he pressed his forehead and said, "Because your mother is a Slytherin, and your brother is a Gryffindor." He saw that Regulus clearly did not understand, and explained, "If they were all Slytherins, they wouldn't be so noisy." ”

Regulus didn't argue, but he thought that his brother was very much like his grandfather, and that he was always arguing and sometimes cursing when he talked to his Slytherin 'friends', and of course, when they said goodbye, they were always so polite, as if they had always been friendly.

That still doesn't explain why my brother is a Gryffindor, and he doesn't seem to have anyone more than he is a Gaslytherin.

Ten minutes to ten o'clock, Mr. Black went to warn the two Blakes in the restaurant that they would not be able to catch the train if they did not stop.

"We're going to spend an hour to get to the train station, if it goes well."

At ten o'clock, the four Blakes got into the car, and then none of them looked at anyone. Regulus looked at the book in his hand, Mr. Black closed his eyes and recuperated, Sirius puffed and 'admired' the view from the car window, and Mrs. Black was like him.

At 10:55 they arrived at the London train station.

As soon as they got out of the car, the Blakes looked at so many Muggles, and their faces inevitably began to turn bad. The driver went to help the two little masters find the cart, and he had long wanted to catch the car to see his friends Sirius with him, and he even ran more than the driver.

Mrs. Black's eyes widened again with anger, and she puffed up like a frog.

Mr. Black whispered to her, "Don't come here, it's all Muggles." ”

Mrs. Black, of course, didn't want a bunch of Muggles to see the joke, and she had to keep her anger down. Enraged, she saw Sirius push a cart and squeeze through the crowd, reaching a peak.

"Point! We don't have time! Happy Sirius didn't notice his mother's face, and he moved his luggage from the car to the cart without waiting for the driver's help.

Mrs. Black walked up behind him and grabbed him and reminded, "Don't make you look like a servant! She exploded in anger.

"Oh, Mom, we don't have time!" Sirius didn't want to listen to her nagging, he would be back at school and see his friends in no time!

"Regulus, point!" He urged.

Regulus carried a small suitcase himself, and handed the rest to the driver. "Yes, brother." He said.

Sirius would have liked to get rid of his parents and run into the nine-and-three-quarters station, but he didn't have the guts to do so. He had to walk with his parents to a large stone pillar in a group of five.

Mrs. Black's face was not very good, and she did not have a good impression of this kind of slamming into the door of a stone pillar, which did not conform to the aesthetic of an aristocracy.

"I've said that many times! They should have moved somewhere else! She said, grabbing her handbag.

"Alright, Mom." Sirius wanted to roll his eyes again, and he grabbed Mrs. Black's hand and rushed towards the pillar! They smashed their heads and disappeared in an instant.

Regulus and Mr. Black watched from behind, and when it was their turn, Regulus signaled to Mr. Black and walked over with the cart, and Mr. Black was behind him, and the driver did not follow, and when his master had gone in, he went back to the car.

When Mr. Black walked past the pillar, he saw that it was Regulus, and he stood not far from Mrs. Black and Sirius and watched them.

Because they quarreled again.

"Sirius! I've said it many times! You should be like a Blake!! ”

"What a pity, Mom! You forgot to find a dark-skinned boyfriend. Sirius was so happy to be back at Hogwarts that he couldn't help but make a joke.

Mrs. Black gasped! She looked like she was going to explode.

Mr. Black immediately went over: "Dear, they are getting on the train, let's say goodbye to them." ”

Mrs. Black took a deep breath, and after a minute, she looked recovered.

"Come here, kids." She said.

The two little Blakes stood in front of her, Regulus looked at them, Sirius looked around, and he looked for his friends.

Mrs. Black continued to take a deep breath: "Okay, I hope you can have a good year and don't cause trouble, if someone provokes you, you don't have to be polite, there are no cowards in the Black family." She gave her children a kiss in turn, paused as she lifted Sirius in the face, and then kissed him loudly and forcefully.

Mr. Black looked at the scene with a smile and said, "Well, I wish you all the best this year, and write back often." ”

Sirius grimaced, "Okay, Dad, I know everything." He didn't wait for them to say anything more, gave Regulus a look, and ran to Hogwarts with his luggage.

Regulus said goodbye to his parents and followed him.

Mr. Black said to Mrs. Black, "Let's go back." ”

Mrs. Black watched them get on the train until the train horn turned on. When only the railroad tracks were left in front of her, she was disappointed and said, "Okay, let's go back." ”

The two walked hand in hand towards the exit.

"They should have changed their entrance!!"

"Yes, dear."

"We should be tough on Sirius! He doesn't look like a Blake at all! ”

"Dear, it's already okay."

"Orion!! You're always like that! ”

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