Chapter 375 Harry’s Troubles
When the sun rises in the morning, the warm morning light shines obliquely, first through the crystal glass greenhouse, illuminating the vibrant flowers. The glass greenhouse becomes more crystal after retaining a little light, and the warm orange color that permeates it makes it look like a fairyland. When you think it is beautiful enough, move your eyes slightly to the side, and you will see another architectural design worthy of praise.
The house next to the glass greenhouse is not small, but the door is not made very big, and it can be used as a corner block, which immediately gets rid of the pale formality. This looming sense of privacy increases curiosity and trust in this house. At this time, looking at this two-story building with pink and blue colors, it feels even more warm and unusual.
The open terrace on the second floor, surrounded by railings and decorated with parasols, is particularly attractive. Before climbing up to the terrace for a relaxing view, one must explore the house.
Late at night, Harry's bed was piled with things, with two photo albums and a crumpled newspaper scattered on the bed. He closed his eyes tightly, dreaming of such a cozy little house, but he frowned and looked painful, but still continued his exploration.
As soon as you walk in, you will feel a sudden rush of light. The room has an open structure, and the carefully selected cabinets and decorations form a natural partition. To the right is an open study and dining table, and to the left is a leisure area with a sofa and a small bookshelf. Turning slightly to the left is a small drinking area with a slanted wine cabinet, where natural wood-colored furniture is carefully placed to fit the environment.
Faced with the relaxed living environment that could be seen everywhere, Harry fled to the stairs behind the bookshelf, but his eyes were still dazzled by the photo album spread out on the small table in front of the sofa. He ran to the second floor panting and pushed open the door to the terrace.
The terrace that seemed empty just now was now occupied by someone Harry was very familiar with, Sirius Black. He was wearing a casual shirt, leaning lazily against the railing with a glass of wine. The sun made his silk clothes and the clear wine sparkle, and he smiled and raised his glass to his best godfather, his face full of enjoyment of life.
But suddenly, the woods and lake behind him twisted and turned into abstract lines, and soon formed a gloomy and crazy woman. Screams followed, "Scum! Trash! Dirty blood!"
The surrounding environment unconsciously turned into the darkness of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Sirius raised his wine glass, still smiling, forcing a smile.
"Huh!" Harry opened his eyes and woke up. He sat up, feeling his rapid heartbeat and breathing rapidly.
As he moved, the newspaper slid to the ground. He subconsciously looked over. The cold moonlight made Sirius's former face look extremely gloomy.
And looking up slightly, under the same cold moonlight, Sirius in the album showed incomparable sunshine and happiness.
Harry's heartbeat gradually slowed down, or rather cooled down. His roommates were still in their dreams. He sighed softly, took the photo album at his feet, and looked at the happiness that Sirius had and could have enjoyed in the moonlight.
Sirius was smiling so happily and looked so relaxed, which was much better than being here. Harry liked and hoped that Sirius could be by his side, but Sirius's identity in the Order of the Phoenix and beside him, the savior, was too single, as if he existed only to rebel.
Harry preferred the picture of Sirius coming alive in all the little things.
However, the happiness that once and could have been enjoyed unilaterally announced the end of the future.
Cynthia, who had left without saying goodbye, was sending Sirius's things to her continuously.
It was originally intended to be sent to Sirius, but Sirius did not tell Cynthia that he was also the home of the Order of the Phoenix's activity venue. Sirius's confidentiality to the Order of the Phoenix is commendable, but this is probably another blow to Cynthia, who had experienced leaving without saying goodbye.
Harry became the recipient of all the items, which attracted the attention of the Pink Toad, but Professor Umbridge, who fabricated rumors and was paranoid about everything, remained silent in the face of those items that clearly indicated the existence of Sirius.
Hermione said that it was because these things were sent by Cynthia, and everyone knew that Cynthia White's going to Beauxbatons was Riddle's doing.
Harry found joy in mocking Umbridge's hypocrisy in this explanation, and his worries about Della soon followed. In this negative joy and sorrow, he explored the living Sirius, piecing together piece by piece the environment in which Sirius lived and his interesting experiences.
This exploration made him enjoy Sirius, worry about Cynthia's ruthlessness, and make him hate himself even more.
Because of him, Sirius' happiness had come to an abrupt end, and was likely lost forever.
Packages symbolizing the severance of ties kept arriving. Harry piled up the past happiness around him and racked his brains to plan an opportunity to contact Sirius through the fireplace in the lounge. When he finally got in touch with him, he earnestly advised him to return to Country F.
In fact, when he started, Sirius's reaction was big enough. There was basically no exchange of excuses between them. Sirius just used some details of his relationship with Cynthia to ask him desperately, "Is Cynthia joking?"
Harry found it funny, but he also understood that this was a difficult choice. Sirius was worried about his growing connection with Voldemort, and he was unwilling to give up Cynthia who might be angry.
Before talking to Sirius, he talked to Hermione, and Hermione thought that Sirius would stay here because if Sirius left Harry, he would face loss, but if he left Cynthia, he would only face regret.
No matter how heart-wrenching the regret is, it is just a regret.
What Hermione said made sense, and Harry convinced Sirius by saying that 'Gryffindor should go on an adventure that has the best of both worlds', and that night they talked about what he should pay attention to after Sirius left.
Things are going in a good direction, Sirius can continue his happiness, and Harry's guilt can be alleviated...
The newspapers the next morning ruined everything.
While chatting with him, someone pretended to be Sirius Black, rode a hippogriff to attack Azkaban, and released countless serious prisoners...
The wanted warrant for Sirius became more severe. Sirius tried to go out and almost didn't come back. I don't know if it was because he was too conspicuous when he was with Cynthia last year, Black Dog received special attention in this wanted warrant.
Harry sighed again, for the state of Sirius at his expense, and for all the possibilities that were just one step away.