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Queenie had intended to go find Harry, but Sirius happened to arrive, bringing breakfast. Her hunger, which should have been there long ago, was instantly awakened by the aroma of butter. Besides—Harry was doing his homework, and she should let him concentrate on his studies first, no matter what…
“Thank you, I’m actually quite hungry.” Queenie looked around the room, seemingly finding nowhere for her to have breakfast. “I can go to the restaurant—oh my god!”
In the corner of the room was a dressing table—or rather, there used to be a dressing table—which, to Queenie’s astonishment, was transformed into a delicate little dining table.
"Of course, of course... If a dog can turn into a person, turning into a table is nothing special..." Queenie tried to remain calm.
Sirius smiled broadly. "Sweetie, you should know that it's not a dog turning into a human, but a human turning into a dog. The black dog is my Animagus form."
Oh right, Harry seemed to have mentioned it briefly, damn... what was it again?
"Hurry up and eat, Harry's been busy with this for a while."
Sirius lifted the lid of the plate, and Queenie's gaze was immediately drawn to the golden fried eggs and the smiley face on the toast.
Never mind, let's eat first.
Sirius casually sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her to take a few bites before getting straight to the point: "Are you still angry with Harry?" Queenie looked at him, and he shrugged. "Harry was afraid you'd be even angrier if you saw him, so I brought you breakfast, and I promise I'll put in a good word for him."
Harry's kind words? Well, for Sirius's pleasing appearance, she'd be willing to listen.
"You can begin."
“Great! Let me think, where to begin… Harry is the savior of the wizarding world.”
...A savior? Was he not joking when he said that?
Wait, under what circumstances would a savior be needed?
“Harry represents the side of light and justice. Our enemies call themselves Death Eaters, which sounds evil, right? They have a leader they call the Dark Lord, the most powerful and dangerous dark wizard in history.”
The savior, the Dark Lord—Queenie's scales tipped in favor of the joke again. Besides, what did this have to do with "speaking well of Harry"?
"When Harry was one year old, Voldemort—oh, that's the Dark Lord's name, more evil than the Death Eaters, isn't he? Voldemort disappeared, Harry defeated him, but just a year ago, he came back."
"Shortly before I met Harry?"
"Yes, after Voldemort was resurrected, he killed one of Harry's friends right in front of him."
Queenie gasped. "Murder? But I haven't seen any related news?"
“Of course, we have the International Law of Secrecy to protect the entire wizarding world from being discovered by Muggles.” Sirius’s grey eyes stared at her. “But that’s not important. What’s important is that Voldemort is determined to kill Harry.”
Queenie was stung by the sharp words; she covered her mouth, her expression one of terror and unease.
Sirius's eyes softened again. "I will protect him with my life, and I believe I am not the only one willing to do so. But Harry is still in great danger. After all, he is still a minor wizard under the age of sixteen, while his opponent is an old man who has been practicing dark magic for sixty or seventy years and is very experienced."
Queenie said blankly, "But you just said he defeated the Dark Lord when he was one year old?"
“Because of magic, Queenie, Harry’s parents protected him with their lives; they’re gone forever from that night.” Sirius’s eyes filled with pain and regret as he spoke. Queenie thought he must have been very close to Harry’s parents. “As for the Savior, that’s more like a symbol, a sign.”
Yes, apart from being able to use magic, Harry is no different from ordinary people—at least in her eyes.
“And not everyone in the wizarding world is smart. However, after more than a decade, some have clearly forgotten how cruel Voldemort and his servants were. They're indulging in a false peace, even unwilling to believe Harry's claim that Voldemort has returned. Ironically, this peace of the past decade was clearly brought about by Harry.” Sirius looked at her again, his eyes full of seriousness. “I just want to say that Harry was surrounded by malice, beset by danger, yet he still wanted to be with you, using every possible method, making countless efforts. I think you can feel it without me saying it—”
He really likes you.
Harry doesn't look like someone who's being hunted by dark forces at all.
He was warm and kind, agreeing to help her on their first meeting; he was sincere and adorable, making her like him even more with each encounter; he was naive yet brave, trying his best to fulfill her requests despite being shy...
"Queenie!"
Queenie looked in the direction of the sound and saw Harry and his friends sitting around the coffee table. He was the first to see her, stood up and took a few steps toward her, then stopped and continued to look at her with that melancholy and vulnerable look that had been appearing frequently since last night.
Queenie stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor, holding onto the handrail. After breakfast, Sirius found her a bathroom. When she came out after her bath, her green dress looked brand new. It was obvious that it was magic again.
She glanced back at him for a moment, then lifted her foot and stepped down the last step.
Okay, she guesses she just likes green.
Queenie thought as she took her first step toward the living room.
It couldn't be better, especially when that green appeared in the eyes of a black-haired man with glasses and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.
"Queenie!" Harry's eyes lit up instantly when he saw her walking this way, as if he had been injected with some kind of energizing potion that worked in a second.
Queenie approached. "Have you finished your homework?"
"Well... with Hermione's help, she's the smartest one among us."
Queenie nodded, then hesitated, a complicated expression on her face. Finally, she said helplessly, "I'm sorry, Hermione, I've always thought of you as my older sister... It's a little hard to adjust to suddenly being the younger sister. As for Ron—oh my god, you've grown so tall already?"
Ron didn't know what to say, so he went along with her and said, "Um, um... I eat a lot."
Ah, indeed.
Queenie then turned to Harry, "So you're not eating properly? But I didn't notice you were a picky eater?"
“I… I’ll grow taller! You know what I’ll look like when I’m an adult!” Harry said anxiously, while giving Ron a jealous glance.
Hermione nervously kept tucking her hair behind her ears. "Queen—can I still call you Queenie?"
Queenie feigned doubt and asked, "Did someone here just call Granger?"
"Oh Queenie!" Hermione couldn't resist hugging her. "I love you so much!"
Queenie deepened the hug, "I like you too."
I like you too.
Queenie didn't even call him Harry once.
Harry thought to himself, feeling wronged.
"Mr. Potter, who loves to lie, as your girlfriend whom you haven't seen in so long, a whole night has passed since you last met, and she hasn't even given you a kiss?"
The wronged kitten immediately wanted to roll around next to Queenie and let her touch its belly.
Harry glanced at his friend; one was looking at the sky, the other at the ground.
Young Mr. Potter immediately took Queenie's hand, leaned in, and kissed her lips—his first kiss without having to bend down—his lips pressed into a straight line as he whispered, "I'm sorry, I thought you...you wanted to break up with me..."
"Great, he broke up with me right after we kissed."
"I don't!"
Queenie smiled at him, "Because your cooking and orchids make me so happy, I can be your girlfriend for another week."
Harry's Seeker instincts finally came in handy: "If I keep making you happy, will you always be my girlfriend?"
Will you always make me happy?
"I can."
Queenie tilted her head in distress. "That's troublesome. I probably don't know how."
Harry mimicked her, his eyes gleaming with her favorite green, "Magic tells me you can."
"Can magic not go wrong?"
“My dear, magic is all-powerful.”
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