Sifels Cliveden

Chapter 39

"Carry wolf potion with you?" Sifels directly stuffed the parchment into the fireplace after reading the letter from Mr. Steward.The Slytherin common room is right at the bottom of the Black Lake, without sunlight, and the dormitory is only separated from the icy lake by a wall. The temperature difference between here and the ground is really not normal. There are fireplaces that are burning... So, a fireplace that burns all year round is not too convenient for little snakes who are used to burning letters after reading them!Cough, of course, if it's a love letter, you can still keep it...

Sifels circled around the powder box that was said to be enough to blow up half of Hogwarts, opened it and looked, um, buried in the ground and detonated together can indeed blow up half of Hogwarts... Then the finger burned, and the box disappeared out of thin air!

"Hmm, embezzling my personal property, Hogwarts, you are doing well." Sifels lowered her head and stared at the constantly flashing snake-shaped mark.

"This box is dangerous..." A sentence appeared directly in Sifels' mind.

"If it doesn't hurt my father, I won't send it over..."

'? ? ? '

"Remus Lupine is a werewolf, you know that?"

'I know, I can sense the hidden danger factors in his blood through the teacher's contract. '

"So I need these for self-defense."

"You can use alchemy protective equipment for self-protection. These things can only destroy the castle no matter how you look at it!" '

"But I don't have alchemy armor..."

'I have! '

"uh-huh?"

'you do this delibrately? '

"I don't quite understand what you mean. Anyway, you should return the box to me, or... I don't know if my father has something more powerful..."

'I'm afraid of you!It's all here..." The serpentine mark flickered again, and a simple wooden box appeared in Sifels' hands out of thin air. The box was not big, but there were quite a lot of things inside.

"Thanks~" Sifels smiled and picked out a complete set of protective equipment suitable for Hermione, and prepared to give it to her the next day, but the mark suddenly flashed again, telling her that the other two pairs of gray The fluttering silver bracelet is more suitable. Although the protective effect is not as good as that of the whole set, it has an extremely attractive advantage, that is, if the other party wears a drop of his own blood on the bracelet, it can prevent the other party from encountering a life-threatening situation. When in danger, ignore the distance and directly pull people through the space to your side. Unfortunately, it can only be used once.

Sifels has already decided to go to Germany for further studies. She was worried that there would be some places that her father and the others could not take care of. This time at least Hermione's life can be guaranteed. Nothing strange will happen, you must know that Hermione has a good friend who is a savior!That is a huge humanoid disaster attractor!

'As long as you don't bomb the school...'

"You know I'm only joking."

'Uh huh~'

……

With the coming of Halloween, the school that had finally calmed down became lively again. In addition to the Halloween dinner with extremely rich food, the first Hogsmeade week for the third-year students also happened to be Halloween!Hogsmeade is a small village inhabited only by wizards, and there are many other places such as Honeydukes Candy Shop, Zocco's Magic Joke Shop, Three Broomsticks Pub and Pig's Head Pub, etc.Even Britain's scariest haunted place, the Shrieking Shack, is where every class of Hogwarts goes, even though it doesn't look like anything special.

As long as students are in the third grade or above, they can go to Hogsmeade on a specific Saturday with an application form signed by their parents.However, among the cheering crowd, there seemed to be a person who tried his best to hide his disappointment.That was Potter, the savior. Not to mention that he didn't get any signature from his aunt's family. Even if he got a signature, he would probably "lose" the application form due to various accidents, making him unable to participate.After all, there is an extremely dangerous figure wandering around Hogwarts outside, waiting for an opportunity to sneak into Hogwarts and attack him.

Although this statement is quite unreliable, it is always necessary to take precautions, isn't it?What if Black's target is really Harry?They couldn't afford to take the risk, and they had to wrong Harry to stay in school before they caught Black.

"Schiffel, I'm leaving first, and I'll bring you back a lot of delicious candy! Oh, and of course there will be your share, Harry!" Hermione waved excitedly at the two of them, rowing The team went out.

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, and said weakly to Sifels, planning to go to the library for a while.

"Potter." Sifels stopped him, "Let's talk."

"Uh... good." Harry nodded, and followed Sifles to the eighth floor of the castle with some doubts. Apart from the headmaster's office and the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, there seemed to be only Professor Flitwick's It's the office... But let's keep up, maybe it's just going to the rooftop?

Then Harry looked at Sifels with a dazed expression near the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas silly, the place he had passed by countless times, and walked back and forth three times, and then a door carved with exquisite patterns The wooden door appeared on the wall, and after Sifels held the doorknob to open the door, Harry pointed his head and took a look inside. The door was not the wall? !This is too amazing... Oh, yes, I was so surprised for a moment that I almost forgot that this is the magical Hogwarts!

"Sit casually, what do you want to drink?" Sifels directly asked the Response Room to change the small living room in her home, and sat directly in the usual position. That casual attitude made Harry relax a lot, and he also Following her example, she randomly found a place and sat down.

"Hot cocoa." Harry smiled at her.

"Okay, two cups of hot cocoa." Sifels knocked on the table, and two cups of hot drinks appeared in front of their eyes instantly.

"Thank you." Harry picked up the hot cocoa and took a sip. The warmth that reached his stomach made his depressed mood slowly recover. "Well, what do you want to talk about?"

"The notorious fugitive from Azkaban, Sirius Black." Sifels threw out such a sentence straightforwardly.

"Cough, I... don't really understand what you're talking about, er, I mean that person has nothing to do with us, right..." Harry twitched his lips.

"No, it doesn't matter." Sifels looked up into Harry's dark eyes, "As far as I know, he is your godfather, and it stands to reason that he should be responsible for raising you after your parents passed away. but……"

"No! I don't have such a godfather! He...he killed my parents! He betrayed them! They trusted him so much..." Harry stood up abruptly, and the hot Coco was also knocked to the ground by his overly excited actions.

Sifels glanced at him indifferently, and continued, "He's still my biological father..." Before she finished speaking, she felt her neck tighten, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Harry who was dazzled by anger Staring at her with red eyes, he raised his hand and grabbed her collar tightly...

"Since I can remember, I have rarely seen such a person. Even if I do, what he talks about is 'how about Harry...'"

"Later, I followed my mother to a strange place, and lived a life that was poor but still warm..."

"After a few years, my mother died from overwork. Now my father met me by accident and brought me home..."

"He also killed my mother."

Every time Sifels said something, the strength in Harry's hands became lighter, and finally he fell to the floor, looked at Sifels in a daze, and said softly, "I'm sorry..." I'm sorry he is too impulsive...

"I heard that he is looking for you, whether he is looking for your atonement or intending to kill you, your chances of seeing him will be much higher than mine." Sifels walked up to Harry, bent down and put his hands together Standing on his knees, he looked at him fixedly, "I just want you to ask him a few words, 'So many people died because of you, dreaming back in the middle of the night, is there really no guilt at all? Is it really possible? Sleep peacefully?'"

Harry stopped Sifels who was about to leave, "You...do you hate him too?"

"No, you're wrong, Potter. I don't hate him."

"But he killed your mother, didn't he..."

"He doesn't deserve me to put such deep feelings on him, hate him? Who do you think he is?"

"..."

"By the way, this is called the Room of Response. Think about the room you want in your heart, and you can open it by walking back and forth three times like I did just now, unless someone happens to be using it."

……

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

"Come in, oh, Sifels, why are you here?"

"Principal Dumbledore, I need to take a few days off because of this." Sifels raised her hand, "Please tell Hermione for me, just say that I have something at home, and I will be back soon."

"Hmm... do you need my help, child?" Mr. Principal's eyes flickered, and he looked straight at Sifels.

"I need an empty room where I won't be disturbed."

"This one is simple, what about the others? For example, deliver food and water to you on time?"

"I think I'll probably fall asleep these days..."

"Sleep over?! Can I take the liberty to ask, what does Hogwarts need from you?"

"It's just that I asked for it. I asked it for a bottle of magical potion. After drinking the potion, I need to sleep for a few days. The exact number of days may not be known until I wake up."

"Is there anything wrong with you? Do your two fathers know?"

"I told them, then I will trouble you for the next few days, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"You don't have to be so polite. If you don't mind, you can directly use a small room in the principal's office. It's next to my lounge. There just happens to be an empty bed in it."

"Thank you then."

"I'll take you."

"it is good."

Sifels walked into the room, sat down on the empty bed, took out a bottle of blood-red medicine in his pocket, uncorked the bottle and poured it in. Before Mr. Principal could say anything, Sifels Erles fell on the bed with his eyes closed, and the medicine bottle rolled to the ground with a bang...

Mr. Principal stepped forward to straighten her up, checked her, found that she was only in a deep sleep, took out a quilt to cover her, bent down to pick up the medicine bottle, went to the dean, and asked him to study Ask what kind of potion Sifels drank, after all, the blood-red light seems a little ominous.

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This is to make up for yesterday!