Chapter 383: Because of Cherishing

"Brother, come on!" Mary in front of her was holding something in her hand and shouted to him to hurry up and follow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh, here we go!" Zhao Lun nodded to Blake and quickly followed.

Blake put away the small bottle and followed, and when the two followed, Maria ran to Zhao Lun and gave Zhao Lun what she was holding.

"Brother, help me hold it."

"Alan."

"Alan, take it."

The three girls almost didn't give Zhao Lun a chance to refuse, and unceremoniously threw the things in their hands to Zhao Lun and asked Zhao Lun to help them carry them.

"Hey! You're calling me that so I can give you that thing, huh? Zhao Lun looked at the three of them speechlessly, the three of them were like children at the moment, one hand was holding the fun, the other hand was holding the delicious things they bought, and then they kept looking at the novelties around them.

Except in Hogwarts, the three of them have not seen so many wizards, nor have they seen such a lively scene of wizards.

Hermione said unhappily, "Don't talk nonsense, put it away quickly." Zhao Lun had no choice but to put things away.

Penelope looked at Zhao Lun's so-called "magic" with envy and regret: "You have a magic that can hold things, why can't we learn it!" ”

This magic, Zhao Lun said that it is too complicated, relying on talent and luck, without this, at present, no one except him learns it.

Collecting things and putting things away, all in one thought, and it seems to be pretending to be a lot, this kind of ability to defy the sky really requires talent. They had never seen what others could do, nor had they seen relevant records, and they were sure that no one could do it except Zhao Lun.

"Brother, give! Ahh

Zhao Lun smiled and rubbed Maria's head: "Naughty! Then he opened his mouth and ate the thing she sent, it seemed to be a living thing, and as soon as he put it in his mouth, Zhao Lun felt like it was jumping in his mouth. Zhao Lun bit his face without changing color, and bit the "living thing", his mouth was full of sweet fragrance.

"It's boring!" Maria, who was about to watch the joke, suddenly felt a little frustrated when she saw that her brother did not react at all.

"Well, it tastes good, another one." Zhao Lun said deliberately.

"Give!" Mary gave him the stuff.

"Huh? Why don't you feed it? Zhao Lun pretended to be surprised, and Maria was annoyed and ignored him.

Flutter! The two girls next to them looked at the two and couldn't help but smile, and Blake also smiled slightly, and then took a vitality frog candy and ate it.

The three of them just gave him the things, and then continued to spin, Zhao Lun and Blake continued to follow, and continued to talk while following, but the atmosphere was a little bad.

"What's wrong, Blake?" Looking at Blake, who was a little depressed, Zhao Lun was a little puzzled, he was still laughing when he came out, how can he say that he is sad when he is sad?

"Thank you, Alan." Seeing Zhao Lun's concerned look, Blake felt warm in his heart, and at the same time felt it to him.

"Huh?" Zhao Lun was puzzled.

"I thought of my brother...... I already know about him. Blake said slowly.

His father died early, and he was raised by his mother, who was a paranoid person who made it her mission to revive the Black family and impose it on her own children.

He had a younger brother named Regulus Black. As children, the two brothers had a great time together and had a very close relationship, until he entered Hogwarts and chose Gryffindor.

His mother was angry that he had chosen Gryffindor, and regarded him as an unfilial son, the scum of the family, and a rebel, and did not give him a good look.

His younger brother was also affected, and the relationship between the two gradually became estranged, and they rarely got along after that, and they usually only nodded when they met, and the relationship was very cold. After he entered Hogwarts and chose Slytherin, the relationship between the two was extremely cold.

Blake was young and vigorous, and it was the time of rebellion, and the more his mother refused to let him do things, he was so happy.

Mother didn't like Muggle stuff, the more he made a lot of Muggle stuff, he liked Muggle stars, he used super glue to stick the celebrity postcards he bought in the room, and so on.

In the past, Blake had been proud of his actions, even in Azkaban, and he never regretted it.

As for his brother, after that, like a stranger, he joined Voldemort Death Eater and then disappeared, and for his disappearance, Blake felt like an insignificant person at the time, and he didn't feel anything, even if he guessed that he was killed.

Since you don't care about me, why do I care about you? This was the mentality of Blake at the time, even when he escaped from Azkaban.

This change came when he proved his innocence and returned to his long-lost home, 12 Grimmauld Place, where he was born and raised.

The owner of the house had been gone for a long time, and there was only one house-elf Kreacher, but there was no one to tell him to do things, and the whole house was a mess.

Proving his innocence, he doesn't have to worry about being wanted by the Ministry of Magic anymore, and he doesn't have to look for a place to hide every day, and he feels very kind and peaceful when he sees things in the house, which reminds him of the past.

Back in his room, he was surprised to see his past stickers, as well as photographs, which carried his memories.

Other than that, everything inside is here, and if you look closely, you can recall that the placement of these things is the appearance of him leaving home. Over the years, nothing has been touched here. Looking at the dust, Blake had the idea of cleaning this place for the first time, and he couldn't help but clean it himself.

As for the house-elf Kreacher, the guy who can make him angry, let him stay away and clean it.

The cleaning process was a bit unpleasant, and it was all Kreacher who was doing the undoing, and he cleaned up some unwanted things, and Kreacher picked them up, much to his annoyance.

However, when he saw the newly cleaned house, he was happy again, and at the same time a little depressed. The house was huge, but he was the only one in the house, and his mother and brother were gone. Things are people, looking at these, while being happy, my psychology is a little panicked.

Christmas, giving a gift to the kid who saved him from his predicament. He asked for this gift, and when he retrieved it, a little trouble occurred, and the servant of the house, Kreacher, resisted his request very much. However, in the end, he still wanted to come back and sent it to the other party.

Sad Kreacher? Whatever he does, if he hadn't gone out to talk nonsense, he would have thrown out this disobedient servant long ago.

I thought it was just an ordinary thing, but I didn't expect that after this, I received a letter from Dumbledore, and then I went directly to him, and after that, he learned more about that strange brother, the past......

At that time, his mood was extremely complicated, the vague impression of his younger brother in his memory became clear, and in the ups and downs, he didn't know when tears flowed out.

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Zhao Lun listened to him silently, without speaking, but his heart was surging.

If it weren't for his intervention, the people around him might still be on the trajectory of that book, and Blake didn't know about his brother until he died.

As for his personality, it's like he's hiding everywhere, he's always in the gloom, not as cheerful as he is now, it looks normal.

But the changes were good, and he was happy to see them—not because he had read the book, but because he cherished them from the perspective of a friend.

As a friend, he doesn't want his relatives, friends, or even classmates and acquaintances around him to have such a bad fate in the future. Even if these people don't have a cordial relationship, I will hope that they will be better psychologically.

When time passes, the feeling of being able to see familiar people when the number of people around you is decreasing one by one, is especially precious. (To be continued.) )