Author: Muduoduomu

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Chapter 21. Dear brother

Sirius loved Harry very much. He's keen to appear in very word of Harry.

This was Hermione's first impression of Sirius Black.

Not too bad, because Harry had been looking forward to a family who loved him for a long time.

She had long been unpleasing with Harry's aunt family.

When she wanted to inform the child welfare, her parents reminded her that Harry was the savior of the Wizard World, the things around him could be complicated.

If she rashly informed the child Welfare, she may get Harry into troubles. Mom and dad wanted her to be more careful about this, and suggested her ask people in the Magic World.

While Hermione didn't know whom to ask.

She meant, considering Harry was the savior, she thought she could go to the Minister of Magic. However, according to the Daily Prophet, the Minister of Magic was not the one who had a visionary and care a lot for Harry. Especially in the third year, when Harry met the Minister of Magic in Diagon Alley, Hermione had more doubts about him from Harry's words.

—The minister did keep an eye on Harry. Was he the one to be worthy trusted?

What's more, she needed to consider another issue: How to meet the minister and ask questions, as well as make sure he would not drive out a little girl who wasn't as tall as a cupboard?

The other person was Headmaster Dumbledore.

But the headmaster was just a headmaster after all. Even if Harry's parents were all his students, that didn't mean he had the obligation to do something for Harry. A little care for him was due to a little bit of nostalgia.

She hesitated for two years, and finally waited for someone whom she could talk to about Harry, and who was responsible and obliged to take care of it.

"You mean… his aunt treats him badly?" Sirius clenched his fists.

This girl, with all her fourteen-year-old wisdom, said seriously that she wanted to talk to him — on the night when he was going to leave Hogwarts and return to Black's house in advance to take Harry for the summer vacation.

He thought it was just a small thing about Harry and his little girlfriend, but didn't expect to hear that.

Harry, his godson, lived in the cupboard?

"If you don't calm down, I won't say it." Hermione knew how to make people obedient. She had always been sharp, which was not a very pleasant feature of her personality, while she liked her own point very much and didn't intend to change it.

"I will. Please go on." Sirius was pale, but he did calm down.

"I mean, they used to be the only family of Harry." Hermione said resignedly, "although I know that Harry is abused by them, lives in the cupboard, may need to do a lot of housework, and it's said that he need to weed, he is not beaten. Maybe occasionally there is a slap, but the general parents will also spank their children." She began to put in good word for them, since she was afraid that Sirius would soon rush to the Muggle block and send himself into Azkaban again.

Sirius smiled and refilled her with juice, "don't worry, I won't be impulsive."

Hermione then continued, "if I call the police, the child welfare will probably take Harry away and find him a foster home again. It looks good, but Harry has a special identity and I don't know if there's any problem with that." That's why she hesitated for two years, and it made her feel guilty.

Sirius nodded affirmatively: "You did it right. It's right that you didn't call the police." He had heard from Dumbledore that Harry really needed to stay with his uncle for two weeks a year.

Hermione relieved, "now that you're back, I think Harry will be much happier with you. He's talking about you every day. He's very, very looking forward to his new home." She chuckled.

Sirius smiled, too.

Both thought of the same person.

When Sirius got up to take Hermione out, he suddenly said, "I heard that a hippogriff was about to be executed unfairly."

Hermione sighed. "Yes, the hearing failed. Malfoy controlled the whole thing. Hagrid was very sad, and the sentence will be on this Thursday."

"I notice you have a little thing," said Sirius softly, with a low head.

Hermione followed his eyes and saw the gold pocket watch she had on her chest. She immediately tucked it into her chest pocket.

Sirius blinked. "I know this very well, because I used it once for a year. I have to say, it really works."

Hermione immediately understood what he meant, "but Professor McGonagall said I shouldn't use it..."

Sirius: "to save a life. I think it's justice, no one will blame you — because no one will know."

He opened the door and saw Harry just outside the door raising his hand to knock on it. He saw Hermione and smiled in surprise, then wondering, "are you coming to Sirius, too? Why don't you ask me to go with you?"

Hermione stammered, "I…"

Sirius: "Oh, I'd like to invite your friend to our new house. I was afraid that she would refuse, so I told her first."

After hearing this, Harry immediately worried and asked: "you won't refuse, right? I'd like you and Ron to come." Hermione blushed. "Oh, I, I was going to see my aunt… and I also want to…, but I'll go. I promised Sirius." She stammered, had no idea what she had said.

Harry grinned: "Great!"

Sirius gave Harry a push. "It's late. It's a duty of gentleman to send a lady back to the bedroom. Hurry up. We can talk tomorrow." Harry said, "Oh, I just came to tell you that I prefer the Chudley Cannons." Sirius touched his chin. "You know what, I also prefer the Cannons!"

"So…" Sitting on the Weasley's bed, Hermione had just confessed to Della that she and Harry not only did a big thing at the end of last semester, but also were together.

"When we came back, he kissed me." Hermione was so nervous that she couldn't help stroking the tassel on the sheet.

Della let out a whoop, "cool!" She said unhappily, "until last year, it was me who offered the kiss."

Hermione whispered, "but he's been pestering you for half a year. Even a fool knows he wants to kiss you."

Because he learned the French kissing.

Della's face was a little feverish, then she changed the topic: "So, how do you feel?" Hermione whispered, "he hit my teeth. It hurt a little." She unconsciously licked her front teeth and continued, "I guess it's Sirius told him to kiss me. He is a playboy." She talked about Harry's new godfather with a little criticism, "but he is very, very good to Harry. you know what, I went to Black's old house for my summer vacation. There was an elf in their house, but the house was just like a…" She found a precise adjective, "a warehouse that hasn't been cleaned in ten years. But Harry's room has all the things you can think of boys like, all of them!"

"That elf is not so good." said Della at once. She remembered this!

Although she forgot the elf's name.

Hermione took a strange look at her, not delving into it: "you haven't seen it yet — but it's really rude to all of us, and also bad to Sirius. Sirius said it was feed with too much Dark Arts. I agreed, since it said it would cut off my head… It looks too old. I think it's pathetic, but also a little scary."

They kept talking in Fred and George's room till the time for dinner.

The Weasley family was very busy today.

Fred's mother, Molly, had been taking Hannah with her all day. She said Hannah was very lovely.

Hannah was nine years old, and she would go to Hogwarts in two years. She and Fred's little sister, Ginny, had been talking. Ginny talked a lot to Hannah. She said, "I think you'll be a Hufflepuff."

Hannah said, "my mom and dad also said the same thing. My sister and Dick are freaks in the family, although I love them very much."

Della heard this when she came over.

…Her little sister was sharper than she thought.

Speaking of the above brothers and sisters, Ginny and Hannah had a lot of topics. They sat together all night, talking all the time.

"I suspect Hannah is complaining about me." Della said to Hermione.

Hermione: "Do you punish her?"

Della shook her head, "No, I only punish Dick."

Hermione shook her head.

Dick and Ron were sitting together. Strangely, they seemed to have a good conversation. Della saw Dick shove Ron some toffee.

Ron reminded him not to eat them.

Dick: "I know, it makes your tongue longer. It's cool! When I go back to school, I'll eat them with my roommates to see who can keep it for a longer time!"

Ron started to regard it as a good idea. He asked Fred and George for toffee after dinner.

But both said no.

Ron was upset, "but Dick has so many!"

Fred said, "I didn't give it to him."

Ron: "Of course I know. But you must have given it to Della, and then Della give it to Dick. Why can't you give it to me, too?"

"Maybe it's because she's my girlfriend, and you're my nasty little brother?"

Ron was pissed off.

Fred came to Della, pulled her away from Hermione, and the two went out for a walk in the yard to see the stars in the surrounding of the mosquitoes.

"Do you like the candy?" Fred asked.

"Of course, it will be popular. How much are you going to sell for one?" Della asked. "I think Dick will buy it from you when he finishes those. He also likes it very much, boys will like it very much."

"That's good." Fred said dryly, leading her to the hillside where no one was.

Insects were singing in the grass.

Overhead was a brilliant star river.

Della felt his tension and his bad thoughts.

But for a good atmosphere.

She raised her head, closed her eyes, and felt his intense breath.

…Then they both heard a few voices.

Ron: "Hey, keep it down."

Harry: "Come on."

Dick: "Whoa!" His voice was the loudest.

Fred stood up and said, "I hate having so many brothers."

Della nodded. When the two were going to catch the annoying little boys, Fred saw his closest brother, the twin brother.

George was also among them: He's teaching others: "If you peep, you can't make a sound. Next time I'll put bits on you."

Fred: "…"

He saw Fred and showed his hand: "Bro, believe me, I tried to stop them." Fred nodded. "Yes, but you can't. Then you come with them."

At last they tumbled on the grass like fools.

Della stormed off.