The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 129 I'm Proud of You, Harry Potter
Sirius came to the school hospital and met Harry.Harry was staring at the ceiling boredly, when he saw the professor, Harry sat up, he was very excited.

"professor."

He said loudly, and wanted to wave his arms.

But seeing Snape behind the professor, the smile on his face froze.

Looking at the face that looked so much like his best friend, Sirius smiled.

"Harry, how are you feeling?"

How about Harry, of course Sirius knew.At the risk of being discovered, he came to the viewing platform to watch the game during the Harry Potter Quidditch match.

He turned into a big black dog and looked at Harry Potter. For a moment, he was so satisfied.Because Harry Potter looks so much like James on the broomstick.

The same youthful excitement.

Hair is as rebellious as it is.

Same high spirited.

For some time, Sirius was in chaos.

He didn't know what he thought of.

He didn't know what he saw either.

He felt that he seemed to have returned to the past again, and the surroundings were not cloudy and rainy, the shouts of the students around him, the raised college flags, the lively youth, and the close friends standing beside him.

At that moment, he was very satisfied, or rather, he was too satisfied.

He would rather indulge in that illusion forever.

Forever, perish.

Afterwards, he watched Harry being affected by the dementor, and watching Harry being half-stuck in the air by Dumbledore, without falling.

His heart calmed down a little.

After Harry Potter used the Patronus Charm.Sirius, his sense of absurdity and anachronism, is at its peak.

It's a stag.

Like James, the Patronus Charm Harry cast was a stag.

But the scene that followed was so chaotic that Sirius had to leave.

The guy who fires the Dark Lord's Mark, Dumbledore who casts his spells, and Mad-Eye Moody, who is messy and cranky.

The big black dog quickly left the stands.

He was also afraid that Dumbledore would see him.

But looking at Harry from a distance, Sirius was still not satisfied.

The scattered scenes of the era still kept appearing in front of his eyes, and when he closed his eyes, the overlapping would appear.

James.

James Potter.

Quidditch, a Quidditch field that hasn't changed for decades.

He even smelled the aroma of bread for a time, which was the bread aroma of the old Potter's house. During the time when he was in despair, when he was kicked out by his family, he came to the familiar house, and James who opened the door Tom smiled and hugged him.

"Hi, Father, this is Sirius Black."

"Hey Sirius, this is my father and this is my mother."

That was James talking, and he saw Sirius with a cheerful expression, which is still unforgettable to this day.

"Son, you look awful. I've got some hot coffee and bread here. Have some."

Old Mr. Potter put a hand on his back. It was such a warm hand. He can still feel the warmth of that hand to this day.

And that smile on that face.

Also, in front of my eyes, there was an orange, warm light.

In Sirius' memory, there were some joyous scenes that rarely appeared.

His self-control had finally reached a limit.

Especially after being broken by the pink toad!

He didn't persuade his heart.

He wants to meet Harry Potter.

He desperately wanted to see Harry Potter with his own eyes and up close.So he took the risk and came to the school hospital, Snape didn't stop him, he followed Lupine to the school hospital, and stood behind him, by God.

Sirius walked over.

"Hello, Potter."

His voice was a little choked, which should have been a flaw, but it was a pity that Snape was obviously also affected by the pink toad's words.

He is also restless now.

He didn't think Lupine's choking was a flaw, because he glanced at Harry Potter's eyes at this moment, and there were many voices in his head, and he also had a sense of dislocation in time and space, this very uncomfortable feeling, Tell him to look away, put his hands in front of him, hold his wand, and look up at the ceiling.

Very lonely look.

"You'd better hurry up, this is my last piece of advice for Dumbledore's sake."

He tried his best to speak quietly.

There was still the sound of Snape, the annoying fly, in Sirius' ears.

Only Harry Potter remained in his world.

He felt that his legs were heavier than a thousand catties, as if someone cast a curse on him, making his legs stiff and unable to bend.

But even so, he still dragged such a pair of legs and approached the bed.

He approached Harry Potter a little stiffly, and Harry also discovered the problem, he said in some surprise, "Professor, what's wrong with you?"

"No, I didn't, I just, I just..."

Sirius cleared his throat, swallowed, forced out a smile and said, "I'm just so surprised, Harry, yes, I'm just so surprised.

I didn't expect that you could summon a physical Patronus.

Boy, do you know what a feat that is?
Child, do you know how many adult wizards are unable to cast the Patronus Charm?
For some wizards, even if they cast the Patronus Charm, it is just a thin layer of mist, unable to form a solid body.

You are my pride, Potter. "

What Sirius said was true and sincere.But what he really wanted to say was actually hidden behind these words.

What he really wanted to say was that Harry, your Patronus, was exactly like your father's.

You are exactly like your father.

But he couldn't say that, and couldn't say it, he could only mechanically stroke Harry's head as if to comfort himself.

In his eyes, it was as if a pool of deep springs had been hidden, hiding countless emotions and burying them.

That's all he could do to look at Harry, and he couldn't say it, couldn't say it.

He can only touch.

He could only pat Harry on the shoulder lightly.

They are close at hand.

But forever separated.

Sirius felt as if there was a blockage of air in his throat.

I wanted to open my mouth, but couldn't speak.

Nothing can be said.

In his chest, there was a continuous feeling like a tide, pounding his heart.

Right where the heart is.

The strong psychological fluctuations even drove Sirius' physiological fluctuations.

He suddenly felt nauseous and retched.

But Blake held back.

Harry sensed that the professor's mood was not right, and he subconsciously reached out and grabbed Lupine's hand on his head.

Sirius' hand trembled.

"What's the matter with you, Professor? Are you all right?"

he asked cautiously.

Sirius closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he suddenly returned to normal - at least to a certain extent, and he sat beside Harry Potter's bed.

"Of course, boy, I'm fine. I've never been better than I am now."

"In 12 years, this may be the best feeling in my 12 years."

He said.

Snape kept his eyes closed the whole time, no one knew what he was thinking.

As time passed by, Harry felt a little strange, because what the professor asked him today were all about his childhood experiences.

But it doesn't matter, when he was talking to the professor about the problem after hours, he kept inserting his thoughts.

He wants compliments.

He looked at the professor with bright eyes.

The main reason is that he really learned the Patronus Charm. Although he is very happy that he can expel those dementors, but more importantly, he expects to be recognized by the professor.

He was so lacking in recognition.

In his childhood, all he saw were his uncles and aunts, as well as his cousin Dali.

The most common thing they say is "Go to work, go fry the bacon, if you fry it, I want you to look good!"

"Comb your hair, damn it, don't be so sloppy!"

"I'm going to sue you, I'm warning you, kid, you'd better not come up with any stupid things!"

"Go and stay in your cupboard, boy, and don't eat, don't eat supper, don't eat tomorrow's breakfast."

"You are the same as your useless parents...you go to technical school and work when you come out, and you don't have to go to high school."

From childhood to adulthood, he has never received much praise, even in school, because of Dali and his friends, no one likes to dare him to play with him.

Also because he often wears Dali's old clothes and is very sloppy, no one wants to play with him.

Harry has always been lonely.

From when he understood the truth to when he was 11 years old.

He is missing so many things.

friendship.

love.

Affectionate.

respect.

Too many emotions are missing.

He has grown up, but these gaps still exist, and he still lacks a father role, so now he needs Lupine to stand in the role of a leading father to affirm him.

"Yes, yes," Sensing Sirius, he patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "You're awesome, you're awesome, Harry, you're really awesome!

You're the best wizard I've ever seen, like your father, you know, you're both athletic, you're both Quidditch stars, and you're all so likable. "

He said very gently.

When Harry heard Ze's words, he clearly showed longing.

"Professor, can you continue to tell me about my father?

my parents? "

"Of course, they are all excellent wizards..."

What's wrong with that, Sirius was eager to tell Harry all the news he knew.But at this time, Snape walked over with a blank face, this annoying little snot, said in his even more annoying tone: "The time is up, Lupine, you need to go back."

Sirius glanced at the time, it was indeed not enough time, at most half an hour, he really wanted to go back.

"Alright alright."

Sirius was visibly upset.

He can only go back.

He is reluctant.

The same was true for Harry. Looking at Lupine who stood up, he couldn't help but ask, "Professor, what's wrong with you?"

"Sick, Harry Potter, you'd better not know about it."

Snape continued to give Harry Potter a mean smile.

Seeing this smile, Harry became annoyed. He grabbed the professor's robe and said in a low voice, "I have one more thing to tell you, Professor."

"A little time, it doesn't matter."

said Sirius to Snape, who asked Harry what he wanted to say.

Harry said with discretion: "It's like this, when those dementors attacked me, I mean, a lot of images and sounds suddenly appeared in my mind.

I heard the sound of rain, and the sound of something exploding.

There is a green light.

And the sound of a woman screaming.

I heard someone say 'Leave Harry alone', and I heard voices say, 'Go away, you stupid woman'...

I want to know, what is this..."

As he said this, he suddenly heard a sound in front of him.

Looking up, Harry was surprised to find that Professor Snape's sallow skin suddenly turned pale, and he staggered as if he hadn't stood still, and almost fell to the ground.

He grabbed the bed next to him with one hand, and covered his head with the other.

Like a headache.

(End of this chapter)