"Harry," Lupin said as he walked out with his arm around Harry, not wanting him to hear him, "we have to get on with our make-up lessons." ”

"Huh? Oh. Harry's head tilted back vigorously, wondering what Snape and Black were talking about. But Lupin clearly didn't want Harry to know.

Harry had discovered that he was most afraid of Dementors, which Harggart had tested in the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class. During a Quidditch match with Hufflepuff, the Dementors scared him off his broomstick and nearly killed him.

So Harry asked Lupin to help him with this confinement, for example, to teach him the Patronus Charm. Originally, there was also a class today, but Aitch temporarily called both of them to say that there was something urgent, and now Lupin brought it up, which was not abrupt at all, and Harry left it in a shameless way.

Two weeks before the end of the semester, the sky suddenly cleared up and showed a dazzling opareal color, and the muddy field was covered with a shiny layer of frost one morning. Inside the castle, there is a Christmas atmosphere everywhere. Professor Flitwick, who teaches Charms, has decorated his classroom with faint light sources that are actually real fairies with flapping wings.

The students were happily discussing their vacation plans. Edge, Ron, and Hermione all decided to stay at Hogwarts, Aitch said it was no fun to go back to the London house alone, Ron said he couldn't stand to spend two weeks with Percy, and Hermione insisted that she was going to the library, but Harry knew in his heart that they were doing it to be with him, and he was grateful.

Because Blake hadn't fulfilled his oath yet, he kept his temper from taking Harry back to his house for the holidays in order not to make Snape laugh at him. However, Blake promised Harry that he would be able to fix everything before the summer break.

In the last week of the semester, you can go to Hogsmeade again. Thankfully, Blake was able to clear the charge in time, and his signature could be written on the notice that Harry hated and loved.

Hogsmeade looks like a Christmas card: huts and shops are covered in crunchy snow, wreaths of holly are tied on their doors, and enchanted candles hang in bunches from trees.

Ron was diligent in guiding Harry, showing him which was the best candy house and which was the twins' favorite joke shop......

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and even though everyone was wrapped in thick coats, their teeth were so cold that they were chattering. Ron suggested, "Shall we go to Three Broomsticks and drink Butterbeer?" ”

Harry couldn't have been more willing, but his hands were freezing with the wind and snow. So they crossed the street, and after a few minutes, they entered the little bar. It was crowded, noisy, warm and smoky, and a woman with a graceful figure and a pleasing face tended to a gang of noisy wizards at the bar.

"That's Ms. Rosmerta." Ron said, "I'm going to call for a drink, okay?" He added, blushing a little.

Harry followed him to the back of the room, where there was a small table empty between the window and the beautiful Christmas tree, and near the fireplace. Five minutes later, Ron returned, with two large cups of bubbling hot butterbeer.

"Merry Christmas!" He said happily, raising his large cup.

Harry took a big sip. It was the best-tasting drink he'd ever had, and it seemed to warm him up from the inside out.

Suddenly, a breeze blew through his hair, and the door of the three brooms opened again. Harry looked at the door from the edge of the large cup, and the sight almost choked him.

Neither Blake nor Lupin noticed Harry in the corner, they seemed busy talking.

"Two glasses of redcurrant sugar wine, Miss Rosmerta." Blake ordered for Lupin, and according to Lupin's financial situation, he would only order the cheapest glass of canyon water.

"Thank you, Rosmerta, dear." Blake's voice said. During this period of good cultivation, he regained the demeanor of the aristocratic son more than ten years ago.

"No, it's me who should thank you, Blake. Those Dementors are so annoying that they come to find trouble when they have nothing to do, so I asked them to search my little shop twice, and the customers were scared away. Fortunately, you quickly overturned the case, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to live this day. Miss Rosmerta was angry at the Dementors, and she gave up the bar to the two Blacks to deal with the other guests.

Curious about their conversation, Harry explained to Ron and snuck to the bottom of the bar. It's also the last week for the professors, what will Lupin have to say to Blake? Harry intuitively felt that the conversation between the two was important and had a special meaning for him.

"What? You're not going to take Harry to your place for Christmas? "Lupin is upset with Harry, who has wanted to have a home for a long time.

"No, we and Jaime have been at odds with Snape since he was a child, and I can't make him laugh." Blake deliberately didn't mention Peter Pettigrew, "Besides, I can't get past myself myself." ”

Blake poured him a large gulp of his own wine, choking on his cough, "Snape is right, I'm really a little afraid that I'll lose Harry again, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to hold it anymore, and I don't know how to explain to him that I lost his brother." ”

He also has a younger brother! Harry covered his mouth in surprise under the bar, wondering what else Blake hadn't confessed.

"But Harry isn't a one-year-old kid anymore......" Lupin patted Blake on the back to ease his pain, "he's sensible, he won't get lost, and he has the right to know." ”

"But I haven't figured it out yet, I haven't figured out how to talk to him. I'd rather live in Azkaban than be so uncomfortable. In Azkaban, at least I can torture the Dementors to the point where I don't have time to think about it. In front of Lupin, Blake showed his weakest side.

"Sirius, what a bastard." Lupin accompanies him to numb his brain with alcohol.

"yes, I'm just a jerk. That night, I heard that something had happened to James's house, and I rushed over there, but it was too late. "Hagrid was standing on the ruins with Harry and Erwin in his arms, and that stupid big man didn't take care of the kids. Harry was asleep and easy to hold, but the mischievous Erwin was not easy to coax, he seemed to know that his parents were gone, and he was crying and fussing. ”

So I talked to him and asked me to take care of the children, because I was their godfather. But Hagrid said that Dumbledore had instructed him to take Harry and the others to their uncle's house. However, Erwin kept making trouble, so I discussed with Hagrid and asked me to take Erwin. I advised him that the fate of 'that man' was unknown, that the Death Eaters were still powerful, and that it was safer to go separately. ”

Hagrid agreed, he was honest and easy to coax, and he really couldn't deal with Erwin, so he left it to me. We agreed to meet up at Harry's uncle's house first, and then let me talk to Dumbledore about raising them. ”

"When I entered the city of London, I spotted Peter, and he spotted me, and turned around and went into the crowd." Blake slapped himself, "I was really insane, hopelessly insane. I left Erwin on a corner by the side of the road and chased him to Peter. ”

"Then I remembered Erwin after I was taken over by the Ministry of Magic, but they listened to me and thought I was deliberately delaying and trying to escape......"

"And then?"

Blake was already a little drunk, not with the wine, but with his brain. But Lupin was still sober, and he knew that it was not what he asked, and that it was somewhat familiar.

"And then?" Harry stood up from behind the bar, his words filled with anger.

"Harry? Why are you here? "It's Blake's best sobering pills," what do you hear? ”

Lupin knew there was no need to ask this now, "Calm down, Harry, trust him, Blake has a hard time. "What we have to do now is to untie Harry's knot, or Blake will lose another godson.

Harry looked at the silent Black, waiting for him to explain.

"I'm sorry." As far as Harry's contact with Blake is concerned, Blake is a proud man, and he can not even take Harry home for Christmas in order to prevent Snape from laughing at him. It was hard to imagine such a proud man bowing his head to Harry and begging for forgiveness.

Harry let the "I'm sorry" soothe more than half of his anger, and he remembered that the man had suffered in Azkaban for twelve years.

"And then?" Harry asked a third time, and his tone was noticeably much better than before.