[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon

Everyone had a good Christmas, but when it comes to Quidditch season, it's not "all good".

The six owls flew into the auditorium arrogantly, and threw Harry a Firebolt. The whole school was dumbfounded.

Me: hehe.

Seriously, Sirius is good at everything, but he is too fond of children.

I slashed my poached egg in half with a savage knife, and at the same time I was frightened, Cedric turned around with a calm face: "Dear Irina, Mr. Black has given you a fire. Crossbow. Arrow?"

"No, go away."

I knew what he was going to say when this guy turned around, and it was for the sake of five-year classmate friendship that I let him finish this sentence, otherwise I would just interrupt.

Harry played Ravenclaw for the first time after getting the Firebolt Arrow, and then he won the would-be girlfriend of Cedric's classmate. Firebolt Arrow is indeed very good, so good that I can't help but want to try Feifei.

"Come on Irina, I don't mind at all."

Harry's Nimbus 2000 is not very good now, but he has deposited the 2000 in the school's broom shed after the Firebolt Arrow, but it will also be maintained frequently. I looked at his Firebolt. Arrow, and finally declined.

I still choose 2000, at least this broom looks softer.

Time flies, and soon I will have my OWLs exam. I have nothing to worry about in the exam. My classmates are making a fuss, which makes me feel sorry for them.

Yes, it's pathetic. I sighed, and casually flipped through the spell-learning notes I was holding. OWLs is a mixed version of the high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination. I still miss this atmosphere.

Oh, although I didn't take the college entrance examination, I went abroad.

In this relatively tense atmosphere, employment counseling is particularly relaxing. I looked at the smiling Professor Sprout and asked a question in her "you can do whatever you want" judgment.

"Can I stay at school?"

"Oh dear, this is very, very hard."

Professor Sprout pondered for a moment, and then said with a slightly deliberate tone: "I don't want you to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"I didn't think so either."

I shrugged, and this high-risk occupation was forgotten: "I mean, Professor Binns has been dead for so long and he has to teach the history of magic, and statistically from sixth grade onwards, there are almost no but a few People have chosen the subject of history of magic, what I'm thinking is..."

"To take over as Professor Binns?"

"That's right, and as you know, professor, I have a good relationship with ghosts."

I smiled and nodded. I was familiar with almost all the ghosts at Hogwarts, including Professor Binns. When it comes to Professor Binns, he never mispronounces my name and agrees with me.

"if it is like this…"

Professor Sprout looked at me with a serious expression. "All your grades must be O's."

"Is it difficult?"

"No, not just the OWLs, but the NEWT, and the final teacher certification."

Um, is this difficult?

I am not a scholar, but I am different from other students. I know how to have fun in learning and how to study efficiently. Professor Sprout laughed when he saw that I was very confident and that my grades really made me very confident: "Then I hope that one day, you can call me Pomona."

"Thank you, Professor Sprout."

Between reviewing and writing to Mikhail Lilia and Sirius, I started to answer questions to my poor classmates after the fourth review. When the written test officially started, I solved all the written tests quickly, and then the practical potions completed a perfect softener under the eyes of the invigilator, Defense Against the Dark Arts released my Huang Daxian, and the history of magic answered all the questions. The content of ancient rune and divination I wrote all the content half an hour in advance.

Then start doing nothing.

To be honest, the OWLs that are dead or alive in the eyes of others are not scary in my opinion, but I still finished all the content with a feeling of nostalgia. As long as people who have reviewed it twice, I feel that they should get an E, which is beyond expectations, and I have reviewed it four times.

There should be ten O's, I'm pretty sure. Harry saw that the trio approached me directly after I finished the test, and I shook my head when Hermione asked me about the relevant question type: "No need Hermione, the Daily Prophet will get all the test content in two days. , and then list the questions of the test paper in the supplement, and you can just read it when the time comes."

"That's really nice."

"Don't say exams, okay? There's a World Cup this summer! World Cup in England! Harry, you're definitely going, right?"

"Sirius invited me too."

Harry smiled happily. "But I think I can discuss it with him and go with you. I'll pay for the tickets myself. Hermione will come too, okay?"

"Eh?"

I watched Harry meet Hermione's eyes with a pleading expression on his face: "How about we go to the World Cup together? We'll meet at Ron's house."

"I, that..."

I saw the little girl Hermione seemed to blush a little, and when I sat down silently for a while, I found that Ron did the same, and then he winked at me, pretending that nothing happened. Voice: "Hermione can share a room with Ginny, Harry is the same as when he was in second grade, how about a room with me?"

"Then we went back to Grimmauld Place after the World Cup, perfect."

I nodded in agreement: "I'll be at the Leaky Cauldron..."

"Irina, do you still want to be alone at the Leaky Cauldron? I'm worried that Sirius will be so hungry that he will eat mice. Please show mercy and save him."

"…"

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"Hungry enough to eat mice, eh?"

I got off the car at Hogwarts, and I raised my eyebrows at Sirius who came to pick him up. Seriously, I looked at the oily hair, looked at the skin, looked good and was about to get close to the hair. Hungry enough to eat mice?

Harry turned his head and ran straight after his uncle and aunt as if he hadn't seen it, while I carried my suitcase and made Sirius use a shrinking spell: "For the sake of your very sincere invitation to me. , let's go back to Grimmauld Place."

"Should I say something very honored?"

Sirius sighed, seemingly complaining, and showed off his motorcycle as he walked out.

Me: Day!

I hate this kind of speed that can be called "flash speed", even in summer. And not to mention that he dismantled the sidecar of the motorcycle and I had to sit behind him.

"Are you going to choose to grab my shoulder or put your arm around my waist?"

"I choose Knight Bus."

"…"

It takes 20 minutes to walk from Grimmauld Place to Kings Cross Station, which means that it takes seven or eight minutes to arrive by motorcycle. During these seven or eight minutes, I didn't suffer much because Sirius blocked in front of me, but I have to say that when I jumped out of the car, I still felt a sense of dizziness.

Feet are soft.

I took off the helmet tremblingly, feeling that my whole body was not well. I used to like this feeling, mainly because I used to sit in my uncle's back seat, but I haven't sat in the back seat since one day when I somehow fainted in all the exposed spaces.

Exposed space for back seats such as motorcycles, electric vehicles, and bicycles.

"are you OK."

Seeing that I was about to vomit, Sirius, who seemed to have succeeded in the prank, was also a little panicked: "Did I drive too much..."

"vomit!"

No need to answer, I just vomited.

In the end I was helped by Sirius into 12 Grimmauld Place, and tripped over the hateful umbrella stand. Just as Mrs. Black was about to roar, she saw my pale face. The curtains were drawn again.

"Your mother is really considerate today."

"Shut up!"

The curtains snapped back, and Mrs. Black gave a growl that seemed a little satisfied, and then swiped it shut again.

"Yes, really understanding."

Sirius sighed and nodded in agreement, helped me to the sofa, and then poured me a glass of water: "I really didn't know you were so dizzy on motorcycles."

"So I'm on strike today."

I slumped on the sofa and didn't have to look in the mirror to know how bad my face was now: "Don't tell Harry."

"Do not worry."

He sighed and nodded, watching me pour another glass of water after I finished it.

I don't want to move for dinner either, and it's time to go to bed when I'm over. I said good night to Sirius lazily, and I fell directly on the bed unconscious.

When I woke up the next day, I found that breakfast was ready, and Mrs. Black's portrait was exposed. There was a table under the portrait, and there was a little...

tribute?

I twitched the corners of my mouth and saw Sirius smiling at me: "How is it, isn't it nice?"

"Why didn't your mother... get angry?"

"Anyway, she recognized it, and the person in charge here is me."

Sirius didn't care, but I could see that the relationship between the two of them was getting better, at least not to the point of scolding the streets at every turn: "How is your exam?"

"Ten O's, if not..."

I just wanted to say that my surname is yours, but if you say that, it will definitely give the two of us goosebumps from a cold war at the same time, so I didn't say: "If there is no, I won't strike."

Sirius was speechless: "Then I really hope you can get an E."

"I have enough E's in my name."

I calmly said and sat at the table: "Have you bought the final ticket?"

"Yeah, by the way, I suspect Arthur, the luck of the Weasleys is all about the lottery, and he won the ten best final tickets, the year-end grand prize. Last time I went to Egypt, too. , this time the final ticket is also."

"I really envy."

I sighed, I didn't have this kind of lottery luck since I was a kid.

After a simple meal, I didn’t have any homework this summer. After following Sirius around Black’s old house twice, I found that he had already organized a lot of things. Although most of the things were stuffed in the basement, it was obvious that they were well packaged. Kreacher didn't show any repulsion. Although it was awkward, it was obvious that he had a sense of identity.

"What happened to you?"

He and I stood in front of the Black family's genealogy tapestry, looking a little curiously at the burnt holes: "I don't think you'll forgive this family."

"Of course I won't forgive, but you have to know that treating things at home and treating cultural relics are two mentalities."

Sirius' finger crossed a black hole, and it seemed that the name represented by the hole was not his: "You asked me to look at this issue from a different angle. After understanding some things..."

"Ok?"

"Still think they deserve it."

Sirius showed a cheerful and mischievous smile: "Irina, those whose names are not on the list are the happiest living."

"Is it."

"Here, my uncle Alphard, he has helped me a lot, because he has made great achievements on the Muggle side, and he has left me his contacts. He said that the suicide note he left me said 'Western Reese, I feel that although I am annoyed and regretful after I leave, although I miss my family, I live as freely as I have never felt before. This is the first time in my life that I feel what freedom is, and I finally understand why Ma... Ordinary People say, if it's for freedom, then both can be thrown away.'"

"My sister Andromeda, married to a wizard who was born as an ordinary person, and her daughter is Hufflepuff, Nymphadora Tonks, we usually call her Tonks. She is now in Oro is an intern, and it's only a year away from being a regular. I visited their house some time ago, and my sister is also very happy. "

"Everyone who is not here is happy."

I glanced at his profile, then turned to look at the black hole representing Sirius Black and smiled: "How about you, have you been happy?"

"Although the first ten years were not good, it is really good now. It makes me feel that even if I have been in Azkaban for more than ten years, it is just a kind of training."

He seemed to raise his hand to rub my head, and then put it down for some reason, just patted my shoulder: "Come on, let's go to Malfoy Manor tomorrow."

"Malfoy?"

"Well, visit my married sister."

He smiled at me, and when he walked out, he put his hand on my shoulder: "Although not as good as Andromeda, our relationship with Narcissa is okay, and..."

"what?"

"The room you live in was hers before."

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