[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon

Although it is said that the participating members can't be decided, but if it were me...

"Are you really sure you're going, Irina?"

We can't spend the rest of our summer since knowing there are four more Horcruxes, Sirius ends up destroying the locket with basilisk teeth, and Professor Dumbledore destroys Hufflepuff's gold cup , there are members of the Order of the Phoenix watching over the old house, and the rest of the crown is in the school...

"Yes."

I started taking out the normal combat spells one by one with Harry, and kept practicing all kinds of spells in Black's practice room. I basically knew that the Hogwarts warrior was me, after all, I was a little bit better than Cedric, and the Goblet of Fire would definitely pick me.

"Then how can I guarantee that I can get in too?"

"You don't have to think about this question. If you know the answer, you will feel too mentally handicapped. The mentally handicapped is simply despising the normal IQ of human beings... fainted!"

"Armor protection!"

Harry frightened his wand, counteracting my attack. "Is it really okay for us to practice here? Wouldn't the Ministry of Magic know?"

"Ministry of Magic? They know that here I can run for minister as a portrait."

The portrait on the wall sneered: "Isn't it shameful enough that there is only one Black family left?"

"It's your face that's lost. Sirius isn't on your genealogy, so don't care about him."

I rolled my eyes at the portrait that came to join in the fun, then turned to Harry: "Except your weapons!"

"There are many obstacles!"

"The response was good."

"All petrochemical!"

"Fractured!"

I dodged Harry's curse, and turned to the floor, watching Harry stumble and fell, and gave him a bunch of little birds: "Be careful where you are."

"The little girl's skills are really good."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I'm better at hand-to-hand combat, would you like to see it?"

Pulling Harry off the floor, I stretched: "Just here, and eat."

"You haven't answered me Irina, how can you guarantee that I can..."

"Just wait until you know how to sign up, and it's boring to tell you."

I smiled and put my wand up. "Sirius, welcome back."

Sirius nodded at the two of us, his original serious expression softened a lot, and then patted Harry on the head without looking at me: "Get ready to eat."

Harry sneaked me a hand and bit my ear: "Why doesn't he look at you? He used to look at you all the time."

"Who knows, and do you want to rub your sweaty hair?"

I replied casually, went back to the room to take a shower and walked out with wet hair, "What are you going to eat today? It's a wonderful day without me cooking."

"..."

Sirius looked at the Daily Prophet with a serious face, but did not speak. Mr. Ronnie yawned on the table when he saw me meow. Harry twitched the corner of his mouth and sat next to me, feeling that the original atmosphere of Grimmauld Place had been swept away, and it was relatively frozen.

He doesn't know...

"Irina?"

"Ok?"

"Tomorrow I want to eat the grilled steak you made last time."

"Well, then I'll go buy materials tomorrow."

"Can you persuade Kreacher to let me cook and I'll go with you... Harry, why are you throwing your pen?"

I looked at Harry who dropped his quill and stepped on it, turned his head and smirked.

"It's nothing, just vent."

After the young man changed his voice, there was a bit of gritted teeth in his low voice: "It's a little uncomfortable, Sirius."

Pffhahahaha sorry please make me laugh.

After dinner, Kreacher was cleaning up the dishes, with the fake locket hanging around his chest, bowing to me and Harry, and forcibly kicking us out of the kitchen and not letting us do it.

Seeing that he couldn't get in the kitchen, Harry kicked the rug angrily, looked at me sideways and noticed that Sirius had gone out again and continued to play with the rug: "I'll never care about you again, what do you do? I don't care anymore!"

"Then I'm so sad Harry."

I snorted, pretending to be studying the patterns on the frame on the special line: "Yesterday you discussed the Horcrux with me, and you are not going to talk to me today."

"So what happened to you and Sirius yesterday, the look in Snape's eyes felt like he wanted to kill him."

"Guess what? Don't you all know what happened in the past?"

I shrugged and fell helplessly on the sofa next to me: "I don't want to say it anyway."

"How can you not say it, how can you not say my dear Irina, how can I be sure that what I think is right if you don't say it."

Harry fell on the other side, staring at the ceiling blankly: "I told you I like Hermione, is it difficult for you to tell me whether you like Sirius? I'm not the kind of kid who would object, age It's not a problem at all."

etc!

"You didn't tell me you liked Hermione! It's the first time!"

"...Can't you focus on the point, Irina!"

I didn't focus on answering Harry, and in the same way I avoided the question and spent the rest of the summer vacation, and didn't answer him until I finally got on the train. This time Harry behaved well and went to do his homework after asking questions. Everything was fine, but he ignored me for two days.

Alas, my brother's rebellion breaks my heart.

"Are you sure it's Harry rebelling?"

Sirius, who was worried about the two of us quarreling, twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard my lament: "Forget it, you two will take care of your own affairs, and I will definitely not join next time."

"random."

Sirius agreed not to intervene, but when school started to drop us off at the station, he hooked Harry on the shoulder and talked to him for a while. I had nothing to do with the separate conversation, but this time it seemed that Sirius was determined to talk to us separately, and even gave Harry a thumbs up after the chat and pushed him into the car first. .

"What's the matter? Is there something you want to say to me alone?"

I smiled at him, feeling that Sirius didn't seem too embarrassed today: "What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, I wish you a happy birthday in advance, this is for you."

He took my hand, flipped a pocket watch over it, and held it tightly across my hand: "All grown children have a watch, and so do you."

"What is this? A wizarding tradition?"

"If you can count, it is indeed a tradition of wizards."

His dark eyes looked at me, and he held my hand so tightly that I couldn't step back. I didn't want to look into his eyes, so I could only bow my head slightly.

"Happy birthday, Irina."

"I……"

I pursed my lips, and when I looked up, I suddenly didn't know what to say. My mom and I used to tell people to look in the eyes when talking to someone, and that's what I've always done. But now I'm a little afraid to do so, and my eyes are fixed on his nose.

Sirius laughed softly, and pressed his forehead against mine as usual, but this time it made me feel extra long, and I could feel the temperature of his forehead coming through, quite like a test to the end. Does it look like you have a fever?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing, I pressed his forehead to separate us a little, and at the same time squeezed the pocket watch in my hand: "In this case, can you tell me what the watch you gave me is? Does it make sense?"

He also showed a smile, this smile was too gentle, he didn't answer me, but pushed me directly onto the train.

"It's boring to say it, see you at Christmas."

He waved at me at the whistle, and this time it was his turn to turn away and let me watch his back.

"Oh shit."

Harry suddenly appeared behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder intentionally. He was growing taller and his chin was now extra sharp, and it made me feel extra uncomfortable when it got stuck on my shoulder: "I see you guys like this again, and I am very upset as a bystander. So when are you coming, Irina? Hit my forehead? Let me feel the love from the godfather."

"Come on you."

I quickly raised my shoulders, Harry covered his mouth, obviously I bit his tongue: "Well, I saw that Sirius gave Ti Dongqi!"

"speak politely."

"I saw Sirius gave you something, what is it?"

I put my pocket watch in my pocket and gave my brother, who is very gossipy, a calm smile.

"I won't tell you."

The author has something to say:

Hey, I really like the action of dying Harry. Before, my brother and I used to play mutual pits. He put his head on my shoulder and I just pushed it up... If you can get a pit or not, it depends on how flexible your spirit is. Hey