Chapter 113

Sirius thought that since both of his friends had found jobs, he should find one as well. But it was clear that things weren't going well.

He doesn't plan to be a babysitter for werewolves like Remus, and while he likes Remus, that doesn't mean he can like other werewolves.

Other werewolves are still dangerous.

He doesn't play Quidditch either, and while he loves Quidditch and his friends riding broomsticks, he must say that his flying lessons aren't good enough to earn him a contract with the team.

It's probably not a bad thing, you know, since James signed that contract, even what he eats every day has been taken care of. He was no longer able to eat chicken, french fries, omelettes, fried bacon, sausages and all other delicious foods, and he could no longer drink any delicious drinks, and the team agent told him that the only thing he could drink in the future was mineral water. And his dating with his girlfriend has also been affected, and the contract even clearly stipulates what he can and can't do in the second half of his body in a week, and how many times he can do it.

"It's blackmail!" He said, clutching the contract.

"That's your contract." The broker said.

"I didn't even look at what it was written on!" He roared in rage.

"You've signed it, that's enough." Brokers seem to be used to this kind of thing.

"You're a devil!" He shouted at the agent who seemed to be a good guy before drinking champagne.

"Thank you. Well, please do as you are contracted, you know it has magic, and if you break it, I will know. The agent smiled and left.

James whispered to him, "Do you think it's too late for me to terminate the contract now?" ”

Sirius, whose surname is Black, reminds his friend, "Have you seen your breach of contract?" ”

After looking at the default clause, James quickly lost weight within a week. According to the rest of the Gryffindor team, their captain is now interested in the batsman job when he is practicing, and he always seems to be aiming at the pitchside lounge where coaches and agents usually sit.

Seeing the lessons of his two friends when they were looking for jobs taught Sirius one thing, if possible, it is better not to work for others. It's cool to be your own boss.

The Blakes were overjoyed to hear the news, like Gryffindor. They immediately stated that Sirius could take over all of the Black family's estate immediately after graduation if Sirius wanted to.

"Kid, these are you." Mr. Black showed him all the certificates of shares and the books of shares in the family, and filled a table.

Sirius curiously picked up two copies and flipped through them: "Oh! So many? He exclaimed, "The Black family is so rich." ”

He began to rummage through the pile of papers and parchment, and Mr. Black stopped him with a smile and said, "Don't be so anxious, my son, I can teach you step by step." What are you interested in? We've got wine farms, mines, ......," he began, counting the enviable property of the Black family in front of Sirius.

It's a pity that Sirius didn't have the patience to listen to Mr. Black, and he asked, "Is there a house?" Sturdy, no one lives in it, so far away from the city, bigger. ”

"We do have a couple of houses. But you're going to live at home, even if you're getting married in the future. Don't forget, you'll inherit the Black family. Mr. Black took out a few copies of the title and asked him, "What do you want to do with it?" Open a store? Maybe go for a break once in a while? ”

Sirius said, "Remus needed a house to house those kids. ”

Mr. Black, apparently not expecting this answer, paused: "Remus? Oh yes, that friend of yours. What does he want a house for? ”

Sirius waved his hand and said, "Not him, but I think he will." He described Remus Lupin's work to the Blacks, "I thought I might be able to skip his rent." ”

Mr. and Mrs. Black exchanged a look, Mr. Black looked less eager, he relaxed and poured himself a cup of tea, smiled and said, "Of course it would be a good thing if I could help a friend." ”

With a wave of his wand, the papers on the table vanished.

"Sirius, if you inherit the Black family, I wonder what you would do first?" Mr. Black asked.

"Do what?" Sirius thought for a moment, "What my father did before, I will do." Although it seems to me that the Black family needs some change. ”

"Oh? What changes are needed? Mr. Black leaned in curiosity.

Sirius replied earnestly, "I have always thought that the wizarding aristocracy is too indulged in the glory of the past, which has made them decayed and no longer alive. He had kept these words in his heart for a long time, he didn't think there was anything to be proud of shouting about Blake as a nobleman, Professor Dumbledore was a great wizard and because he had made useful contributions to people, the Black family had nothing but the Golden Galleons.

"You're right." Mr. Black nodded and sighed, "We've been thinking about how we can make the wizarding nobility the mainstream of the wizarding world again. "How to revitalize the prestige of the nobility is a common problem for all wizards and nobles, and now it is too far away from the time when they were the masters of society, and now even the commoners have begun to sit on an equal footing with the nobles, and the nobles no longer have privileges, and now everyone sings about equality.

The main reason why the Black family was willing to follow 'him' in the first place was that he gave the nobles a hope that the wizarding nobles would one day return to the human world.

Sirius was overjoyed to hear his father approve of his words. He said, "Dad, you agree, don't you?" I think the Black family should do something useful to everyone! ”

Mr. Black asked him, "For example?" ”

Sirius had never thought of telling Mr. Black about this, so although he had long thought that there was something wrong with the Black family, he had never thought about what he could do. He stammered for a moment, and then had to repeat the matter of Remus Lupin again.

"Look, Dad, even Remus can help others like this, so why don't we do it? I mean, obviously the Black family has more money than Remus, and if we do it, we will do it a lot more than him, and a lot of people will be helped. Sirius tried to make his dad understand what he meant.

Mr. Black had to lean back in his chair, he took a few deep breaths, regained his courage and said, "I think, you mean, you want to use the Black family to help people?" Those ......," he gestured with a slight irritation, waving his hand, "those ...... Person. "He swallowed the word 'poor ghost'. Maybe bad, Muggles, mudbloods, maybe werewolves. Oh, that friend of his, a werewolf.

Mr. Black thinks he needs a double whisky without ice.

Sirius sensed his father's no, and he nodded cautiously and said, "Yes." Even if it made my father not, he really thought so. He had to make his father understand that he would never be a Black the way they wanted him to.

Mr. Black stood up and walked around the room several times, Sirius watching him as if waiting for the verdict to be pronounced. After Mr. Black stopped and looked at his eldest son. He sighed deeply, sat down, leaned closer to Sirius, put his hand on the armrest of his chair, and said, "My son, I understand what you mean. He thought for a moment, weighing every word: "I think we have some disagreements about your future." ”

Sirius listened carefully to his father's every word.

Mr. Black said, "When you were a child, your mother and I always thought ...... We wait, and you will change your mind. We used to think that you were still a child, and maybe you would come back to the family. "He didn't know what to say, it hit him hard and it was hard for him to admit it.

“…… But now I think maybe your mom and I were wrong. He couldn't help but squeeze Sirius' hand, "You're serious. He was looking forward to looking at Sirius to see if he would change his mind.

But his son kept a firm eye on him.

Mr. Black leaned back in his chair again, feeling like he had lost all strength. He said with difficulty: "...... Sirius, you must understand that your mother and I will not allow you to give away all of the Black family coffers. ”

Sirius felt disappointed, but at the same time relieved. It was the first time he and his father had been able to sit together so peacefully, which was good news.

Mr. Black also explained: "It's not impossible to do good. You can donate a house to your friend, you can give him money. He made some concessions, hoping it would work, and he looked at Sirius and said, "But the Black family's interests should take precedence over everything else." ”

Sirius also saw hope, and Daddy might understand what he meant, so he shook Mr. Black's hand and said, "Daddy, I think as long as you have enough money to live on." He didn't dare to say that he didn't think that the Black family was as heavy as a fox, at least he had seen a fox, but he had never seen the Black family a living thing.

This sentence completely knocked out Mr. Black, and he let go of Sirius's hand, not knowing what else to say.

"Let me think again, my son." He propped his head and said, "You can go out first." ”

Sirius left the study and returned to his bedroom. His affection for the Black family is only on the portraits of his father, mother, brother and ancestors, and as long as they are together, nothing else is worth mentioning. He was very envious of the Potter family, where everyone lived together in a house, no one mentioned the family honor every day, and there were no so-called traitors or rebels. They won't give up on their families for some boring reasons, they won't kick them out because they have done something, they won't let their children have to do something for the sake of family honor, and they will even have to be consistent with their thinking, otherwise they won't work.

He thinks that his father and mom treat the Black family as something more important than their family, and that they can do anything for it, including giving up their lives or their sons. But in his eyes, the Black family is nothing, only themselves, these living beings are important.

He lay in bed, knowing that his father and mother would talk about him in the living room. To be honest, he had been waiting for this day for a long time. He hoped that they could come up with a result, so that neither of them would deceive anyone again, and that he could do what he wanted to do openly, instead of inviting his mother to 'educate' every time he wanted to do something, all in order to make him look like a Blake.

He just thinks he's a Blake. Except it's a little different from what they expected.

The sound in his mother's bedroom on the second floor grew louder and louder, and he jerked himself up from his bed, and began to circle the room like Mr. Black had just done in the study. He guessed that his mother might come to his room and they would have another big fight.

But this time it's different, the sound in Mom's bedroom is gradually getting quieter, maybe Dad persuaded her?

He continued to walk around the room restlessly, even wanting to go down and take a peek.

From nine o'clock in the evening to eleven o'clock in the evening, he looked at the clock for a while, and did not feel sleepy at all.

There was a sudden pop in the room, and the house-elf Kreacher appeared. It glared at Sirius sternly: "Why hasn't the little master slept yet?" It's already eleven o'clock, and the good boy should go to bed at ten o'clock. ”

"That's enough, Kreacher." Sirius didn't have the air to say.

But he didn't care at all, and pushed him to the bathroom: "The little master should go and brush his teeth now, and then Kreacher will make the bed." ”

It stared at him brushing his teeth and changing into his pajamas like he was a five-year-old boy, and then put him in bed and even tried to help him cover the quilt.

"That's enough, Kreacher. I'm seventeen years old. Sirius snatched the quilt and lay down over his head.

Kreacher took off his clothes and folded them.

Sirius couldn't help but ask, "Kreacher, do you know how Mommy and Dad were talking?" "The elves always know everything about this house.

Kreacher sighed loudly: "The little master Kreacher doesn't want to inherit the Blake family, he also wants to donate all the money in the family, and the mistress Kreacher is very sad!" She was crying! ”

"Mommy is crying?" Sirius lifted the quilt and jumped up and rushed out, and Kreacher shouted behind him: "Little master, you forgot your slippers!" ”

Sirius ran to the second floor and pushed open the door to his mother's bedroom. In the room, his father immediately let go of his mother.

Mr. Black cleared his throat, "Sirius, you should sleep." ”

Sirius saw that his mother was wiping tears away from him, and he went over and said, "Mom! Mom! Oh no, I'm sorry, Mom! His mother was crying, and he immediately hugged her: "I'm sorry! I've let you down! ”

Mrs. Black had gone from angry to sad, but Mr. Black comforted her and she was much better. She sat down, looked at her son and said, "Sirius, you're a bad boy. You make me sad. ”

"Mom." Sirius knelt down and threw himself into her arms.

Mrs. Black still had tears on her face, although she still couldn't forgive her son for not being like a Blake at all, but she didn't want to really lose him, a few years before he entered Gryffindor, every time they quarreled, she felt that her son was getting farther and farther away from her, and she didn't know how to pull him back, no matter how she told him the bad things about Gryffindor he wouldn't listen, she didn't know what else to do.

She never wanted to go back to that time.

She held Sirius in the face and said, "Even so, I still love you." She hugged her son, "Even if you're a real Gryffindor." She hated the word coming out of her mouth, and longed to entertain it with a vicious curse, and if it were a person, she would not let it go.

Mr. Black looked at the mother and son, and after ten minutes he came and pulled them away and said, "All right, now Sirius is back to sleep, and your mother is going to rest." ”

Kreacher waited for the door, still holding his little master's slippers.

"It's rude for the little master to run out without slippers, even Gryffindor wouldn't do that. He was seventeen years old, but he was not even as good as a four- or five-year-old child. Kreacher kept whispering.

"That's enough, Kreacher." Sirius whispered a warning as he lowered his head and put on his shoes.

Kreacher exclaimed, "If the little master does not go to bed at twelve o'clock, he will not be able to get up to-morrow!" ”

Behind his back, Mr. Black immediately said to Sirius, "Go back to sleep!" You're late! ”

Sirius didn't have time to say anything before Kreacher dragged him back upstairs with the corner of his coat, and he could only continue to kill the hateful elf with his eyes.

Kreacher put him to bed again, tucked the quilt for him, then turned off the light and closed the door.

"Good night, little master Kreacher."

Sirius yawned and said, "Good night...... You guy ......" he rolled over and fell asleep. Everything is settled, Dad and Mom have forgiven him, what could be better?

Downstairs, the Blakes couldn't sleep yet. Mr. Black said, "Even if it is this

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He's our child, too. ”

Mrs. Black said, "Yes. She added, "I hate Gryffindor." ”

Mr. Black comforted her and patted her on the shoulder: "Of course, dear. I'm just like you. Go to bed now, we'll have a lot to do tomorrow. ”

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