He took a piece of parchment, dipped the feather pen in ink, wrote down dear Sirius, and stopped. He didn't know www.biquge.info words to express the problem he was facing, and he was still amazed at how he hadn't thought of Sirius all at once, and then he figured it out - after all, he had only discovered that Sirius was his godfather two months ago.

Before leaving Hogwarts this year, Harry suffered the most helpless reversal of his life.

At the time, Harry was so ecstatic that he thought he was finally leaving the Dursleys, because he was going to give Harry a home when Sirius clarified his reputation. However, the opportunity was yellow - they thought Wormtail had escaped!

Sirius had to flee for his life in a hurry. However, it was later learned that Owen had captured Wormtail's and sent him to Azkaban, and Contrarian updated an anonymous investigative report detailing Sirius's wrongs over the past twelve years.

It was embarrassing, and when Harry got in touch with Sirius again, Dumbledore wouldn't allow him to live with Sirius, and even Sirius himself decided to do so!

How impulsive I was at that time!

If I could have been in a less hurry and waited for Owen to appear, then...

The thought of regret haunted him all summer. It was a terrible feeling that Harry knew he was close to getting rid of the Dursleys forever, and now he had to return to them.

However, Sirius, though impossible to accompany Harry, has been helping him. It was because of Sirius that Harry was now able to keep everything he used for school in his bedroom. In the past, the Dursleys would never allow him to do this. They were so preoccupied with keeping Harry happy and terrified of his prowess that they had locked his school stuff in the cupboard downstairs every summer before that. Later, when they discover that Harry has a dangerous murderer who is his godfather, their attitude changes - Harry just forgets to tell them that Sirius is innocent.

When Harry returned to Privet Road, he received two letters from Sirius. Both letters had been sent by a strange-looking owl, and Hedwig was so unimpressed by the intruder that he wouldn't give it water, and Sirius's letter was hidden under the loose floor under Harry's bed, which was of great use. The tone of the letter was pleasant, and both letters reminded Harry that Sirius was always available if he needed to.

As the cold, gray-white pre-dawn light slowly penetrated the room, Harry's bench lights seemed to dim. Finally, the sun had risen, the bedroom walls were reflected in golden, and there was movement in the room of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny. At this moment, Harry cleaned up the crumpled parchment balls on the table and read the letter that had finally been written.

Dear Sirius,

Thank you for writing to me. The owl was so naughty that it almost couldn't get through my window.

Nothing has changed here. Dudley's diet plan didn't go very well, and yesterday my aunt found his hidden doughnuts in his room. They warned him that they wouldn't give him pocket money if he didn't change his ways, and he threw his console out the window in a fit of rage. That's a kind of computer on which you can play games. It's a bit silly for him to do that, and now when he's in a bad mood, he can't play "Variety III" for fun.

I'm all right, mainly because the Dursleys are afraid that as soon as I speak, you'll pop up and turn them all into bats.

However, something strange happened this morning. My scars hurt again. The last time it hurt, it was because Voldemort was at Hogwarts. I guess he can't be near me right now, can he? Do you know if the spell scar will hurt again after many years?

When Hedwig returns, I will send it to you to deliver this letter. It's out to hunt now. Please say hello to Buckbeak on my behalf.

harry

Well, it looks good, Harry thought to himself. There's no need to write about dreams. He didn't want to look nervous. He rolled up the parchment and placed it on the table, waiting for Hedwig to return and send it away. Then, he stood up, stretched, and opened the closet again. He didn't look in the mirror, so he got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.

At this time at 12 Grimmauld Place.

The atmosphere is suffocating.

Sirius sat on the ground dejectedly, his mind full of memories of himself and his brother.

Whether it's good or bad, those pictures of the past are hovering in his head at this time.

"Hey...."Even though he had all kinds of words, in the end they only turned into a few words, and these words finally turned into only one word.

"Sirius.... Do you want to bring back your brother's body? Xingzhe suddenly spoke at this time.

“!!” Sirius froze, and he muttered as he stared at Xingzhe.

Under the influence of Xingzhe's mask, Sirius could not see his face, it was a blurry face, and his expression of emotions could not be seen.

But something was burning in Sirius's eyes.

"Yes!"

"Kreacher! Do you want to get Regulus' locket back? And let him return to the dust, and not to be at the bottom of that cold lake..."

Kreacher's eyes widened, as if he was thinking about something.

"Take me and Sirius to the bottom of that lake, with your magic!"

Kreacher seemed to be still thinking about something, Sirius was very dissatisfied when he saw this, and he wanted to go up and hit Kreacher, but he was stopped by Xingzhe again.

"Sirius.... You have to treat it as a human being..."

Sirius's body shuddered, then fell silent.

Kreacher stood up and bowed to both Star and Sirius.

"Let's go, let's go now, quick..."

Xingzhe reached out and grabbed Kreacher's next door, and Sirius grabbed the other.

A feeling of dizziness came.

Salt could be smelled in the air, and they heard the rushing waves; In front of you, you can see the moonlit sea and the starry sky, and a cold breeze blowing.

They were standing on a tall black rock, the water churning at his feet in countless bubbles. Here stands a tall and steep cliff looming in the darkness. The huge rocks around them, including the one beneath their feet, looked like they had collapsed from somewhere on the cliff in the past. The scene in front of me was desolate and bleak; There was not a single grass or tree on the rocks, not even a grain of sand.

"It's such a remote place.," Xingzhe said.

Sirius's face turned pale.

"What's wrong with you?" Xingzhe spoke.

"Nothing, remembered something in prison .... In my room, the window was on a cliff...."

Seong-cheol looked up at the cliff again.

(To be continued.) )