[HP Deer Dog] Speed ​​and Magic

The door of the principal's office was pushed open.

Dumbledore looked over from the desk, under the half-moon glasses, the pair of blue eyes were full of curiosity, he saw Slytherin head Slughorn leading a student in, the student was tall Not too tall, a pair of eyes are very dark and bright.

"This is?" Dumbledore crossed his fingers, it seemed that he was very interested in this kind of interruption after living an ordinary life for too long.

"Reflect." Slughorn enthusiastically pushed the boy, but perhaps a little too enthusiastically, and his movements seemed a little rough. In order to prevent falling under this kind of slap, the boy stumbled forward a few steps, somewhat He looked at Dumbledore's hand in fear, but never looked up into the other's eyes.

"I have come to report a serious breach of discipline, sir." He said softly, "I saw with my own eyes that people who did not belong to Hogwarts were being brought into the school."

"The disciplinary student is in Slytherin." Slughorn added, frowning in embarrassment: "Slytherin, this is really..."

One bad day, Sirius suddenly dreamed that James was dead.

This is a very strange thing.He would dream during the day, which was a strange thing in itself.Because of his night outs with James, he often cuts down on his own sleep.But it happened that day, when he was sleeping on the table in the lounge, he had this dream.

He dreamed of James, grown up, with a strong physique, much taller than he imagined, wearing a pair of ridiculous glasses, and slender fingers rubbing his messy hair like a child.

He wanted to get closer, but he just couldn't get through, a heart-piercing feeling came over him, he didn't know why, after all James looked so happy, with his favorite sunny smile.

In the next second, the dream shattered unreasonably, turning into countless fragments and pressing on James, and soon he disappeared, buried deeply under countless dark fragments.

Sirius opened his eyes, a line of water was on his cheek, and he rubbed his face slowly to wipe it away.

This dream made him feel very bad, but that's all, he wouldn't think that James was in danger just because of a dream

Yes, dream divination is the stupidest magic in the world.

"Hey, you know I'm not going to die," said James in his head, laughing.

"I know." Sirius said softly.

Ever since Sirius accidentally injured Lily, Snape began to change his practice of standing idly by and only taking out spells for his companions to use. He began to actively keep an eye on Sirius' whereabouts, and they looked for opportunities to attack each other from time to time.The seniors seemed to be happy to watch the two juniors fight with all kinds of spells under their noses.Even Sirius had heard rumors that many people had placed bets on their winnings and losses.

Sirius hated the feeling of being peeped and dabbling in action, like being stared at by a snake in the shadows, who stuck out his tongue and exposed his venomous teeth, waiting for him to be defenseless anytime and anywhere.In fact, he didn't know when this boredom turned into killing intent. Maybe Black's extreme blood was really lurking in his veins, and it wasn't that it wouldn't burst out, it just had no chance.

Moreover, he wasn't sure if Snape knew of James' existence, he might search the entire school for that inexplicable quick attack, once he found that he couldn't find a student with the characteristics...even if they let him go After this suspicious detail, but if Snape keeps staring so closely, sooner or later he will discover his and James' secrets. The thought that Snape will not only hurt James but also break their secrets, this strong feeling The anger oppressed him so much that his stomach ached violently.

Maybe it was the pressure that made him have such a bad dream.

But it wasn't Sirius' style to be passively beaten. Snape followed him and prevented him from successfully meeting James. This situation lasted for almost a month, and he finally decided that this was an opportunity to take the initiative.

"Hey, Snotlite." Sirius called him directly.

Snape made a defensive movement and looked at him warily: "What trick do you have?"

"Tch." Sirius let out a tone of disdain, and then said, "Well, you know, right? I made a bet with Wilkes last time."

"I know," Snape said hoarsely. "About Whomping Willow, you coward got away in the end, didn't you?"

Sirius narrowed his eyes and looked at him coldly: "It's you who ran away, Snotlite, I won't waste time on Wilkes. You know very well who I was trying to settle with that day."

Snape's mouth twitched strangely: "So what do you want?"

"Let's continue the game," said Sirius curtly. "It's at the Whomping Willow, tonight. Bring your wand, coward."

"Okay. I'll let you know who the coward is." Snape smiled maliciously, and said menacingly, "But if you dare to play tricks like last time..."

Get rid of this trouble, once and for all.

Sirius looked at Snape calmly, and Snape also stared back at him. The two of them stared at each other and backed away slowly, as if they were afraid that they would be attacked by each other if they turned around.Neither of them knew that the other party also had the intention of once and for all.

During the night, Sirius walked slowly to his appointment, pausing as he passed the Room of Requirement, but did not enter.

It didn't take him long to wait for Snape. The other party didn't seem to expect him to come so early. After a moment of surprise, he calmed down.

The sky was bright tonight, and the light of the full moon was pouring across the land, clearly allowing Sirius to see Snape's eyes clearly.They glared at each other with their wands, and at the same time they turned to face the Whomping Willow.

The branches of this willow tree swayed in the moonlight in a very menacing motion, almost like waving cane whips.

"Don't worry." Sirius said to himself in his heart, he had already tried the scar James mentioned, and it was very useful, and then he just had to trick Snape over and let the Whomping Willow take care of him.

"Start?" Snape smiled strangely, a smile mixed with complacency and malice.

"Together." Sirius raised his wand: "One, two, three!"

The two rushed towards the Whomping Willow at the same time, as if competing with each other.Sirius dodged left and right, trying not to get hit by the cane.

"The flames are raging." Sirius heard Snape say behind him, and he realized that he rushed too far, and Snape's target was obviously not those waving branches, but this kind of attack has a price, From Snape's short cry of pain, it could be heard that he was taught a lesson by the Whomping Willow for attacking but not in time to defend.

Sirius dodged the burning spell, and felt his nose was hit hard, and hot blood gushed out from his nasal cavity, which was hot and painful.

Snape was desperate.Sirius suddenly realized this, and he raised his wand: "Armor protection." The protective spell made him resist several attacks, and pressed down on the scar.

The Whomping Willow stopped, and Snape didn't seem to notice it at all, and he continued waving his wand and casting spells in all directions until Sirius dropped his weapon and the two rolled frantically into the Whomping Willow. In the tree hole under the willow.

After falling, the two hit the wooden board. The violent impact separated them for a certain distance, the surroundings were too dark, and both of them were almost unarmed. They lowered their breath vigilantly, and tried to approach each other gropingly.

But soon, they felt another breath.A lighter breathing sound that didn't belong to them.The reason why the two angry boys could feel this was because it was too quiet here, even though the breath was slight, it fell clearly in the ears.

"What's going on." Sirius wondered endlessly in his heart, he reached out and touched the blood on his face, the blood was already a little cold

Dripping on his front, he felt as if his nasal bone was broken.At this time, Snape was also reaching out to touch the wound on his shoulder as hard as he could. Although he had defended himself earlier, the strength of the Whomping Willow was beyond his estimation.

As the smell of blood spread, the sound of the breathing in the darkness seemed to be a little deeper.

Fishy, ​​stinky, but not exactly bloody.

Sirius' heartbeat was so strong that he couldn't suppress it with all his strength. He didn't have a wand, and he was locked up with the most annoying guy to face the most terrible situation. He really wanted to turn around and go out, but the stairs that came down had been blocked. The weight of the two of them was broken, and he had a hunch that at this time, no matter how close the exit was to him, no matter how tempting it was to go out, they couldn't move...absolutely not...

The sound of breathing approached them, and at the same time there was a low panting sound, as if someone was sighing, or a ghost was wailing.

Sweat clenched in Sirius' palms, and he was petrified listening to the sound dreamily.

Seemingly unable to bear the depressing silence, Snape suddenly ran towards the exit.Sirius only felt a furry and warm thing jumping from a distance, he instinctively threw himself to the ground, the thing flew out from above his head, heard Snape groan, followed by two heavy thuds With the sound of falling to the ground, Sirius raised his head hastily, his eyes were blurred in the darkness.

The thing howled, and Sirius' brain completely lost its response, he didn't even realize what the sound was, he just took a few steps back instinctively, and his brain told him that he had to save himself, had to... and the way to save himself... ...dangerous...very dangerous...he needs a reliable companion...if...if...

If he knew what would happen next, he would not think of James at this most dangerous moment, even if it would make him lose his confidence in survival, he would definitely not think about him.

He heard James' anxious voice, the moment he remembered him.

"Sirius, are you in there?"

Then a stone fell and hit the furry thing on the head.

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no don't-! ! !

"No!" The thing was attacked and changed direction, Sirius knew what it meant, he only hoped that he hadn't retreated just now, could be closer to the black shadow, and be prepared to delay time: "James—! "

"What... ah!" A burst of pain from outside made Sirius's head dizzy even more. He wiped the blood from his nasal cavity with his hands indiscriminately. There was too much blood, and he felt that his clothes were completely soaked. , he felt himself starting to be dazzled.Move, he said to himself, it's only blood loss, move, James is still outside, go!

He was bleeding, waving his sticky hands covered in blood, he stumbled a few steps forward, tripped over Snape who was lying on the ground and fell head-on again, this time it was another blow to the nose, He didn't pay attention to the sharp pain that arose immediately, and jumped up with his hands on the ground. This swift and violent movement made him dizzy again.

He struggled to get out of the tree hole, the branches were still, the moon was shining, no Jaime, no that thing...it was quiet and not quiet...Sirius was holding on to the trunk...he couldn't see clearly...his brain It's just James and that whimper...he can't breathe...

He took a step forward, stepped on something and almost fell, then he looked down and saw a wand, he couldn't tell whether it was his or Snape's, he just bent down and fished it in his hand, This bending action almost killed him... He felt that the blood in his head was pouring out, should it be the brain's turn next?

He cannot fall down.

He heard someone shouting, "Here they are, I've found them! Headmaster! Headmaster!"

headmaster……

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