bioinnovel Chapter 160 The Night Is Deep but the People Are Not Quiet
Chapter 160 The Night Is Deep but the People Are Not Quiet
Chapter 160 The Night Is Deep but the People Are Not Quiet
At midnight, the fertile plains are peaceful and serene. A gentle evening breeze carries the crisp, fresh air, and the fragrance of wildflowers is intoxicating. Under the starry night sky, rows of honey-colored stone houses silently tell the story of bygone days, and vibrant vines climb all over the stone walls.
"Welcome to Fertile Plains, Harry," Belvina said, fond of this secluded hillside town.
I love the picturesque rural scenery here.
"Fertile Soil," Harry repeated softly. The boy, whose mind was preoccupied with Sirius Black, had no interest in appreciating the rural night view. He would rather sort out the jumbled thoughts in his mind or get a good night's sleep.
"Fertile Soil is originally what wizards call it. There are a few wizarding families in the village who look after each other and live together in this Muggle town," Belvina said. "This way."
After saying that, Belvina walked along the smooth path outside the village, with Harry following behind, head down and carrying his suitcase.
The teacher and student kept walking and soon left the honey-colored houses far behind, finding a path full of wildflowers hidden in the lush greenery.
Walk a few dozen more steps along the path, and the path suddenly opens up into a bright and open space.
The rustic and cozy stone building lies quietly in the lush green courtyard, where the fragrance of grass mixed with the scent of flowers wafts through the air, and the stone path underfoot leads to the porch of the honey-colored two-story stone house.
A warm yellow light shone in the wide porch, its gentle beams illuminating the stone path leading home. Blooming flowers swayed gracefully in the evening breeze, silently welcoming visitors.
Harry, who had been preoccupied with worries all the way, suddenly relaxed. He had just stepped into the farmhouse in Fertile Plains and was immediately enveloped in its peace and tranquility.
With a soft snap, a small figure suddenly appeared on the stone path.
It was Dobby, a house-elf. He was wearing a messy outfit, one sock was red and the other was yellow, and he had a stack of hats on his bald head.
"Harry Potter!" exclaimed Dobby, the house-elf. "Dobby heard the voice and came out to see what was happening, and to his surprise, he found Harry Potter here!"
Dobby, the house-elf, had tears welling in his big eyes. He danced excitedly, and the stack of hats on his head shook violently with his movements.
"And there's kind Miss Black!" Dobby exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. "Miss Black has brought Harry Potter! Dobby is overjoyed!"
Harry was happy to see familiar faces, but he was also filled with curiosity. "Dobby," he asked, "what are you doing here?"
Belvina clapped her hands and said, "Alright, this is a long story. You two can go back inside and talk about it. Dobby, Harry will be staying here until the end of summer vacation, so make sure to prepare a room for him."
"Okay! Dobby will definitely make sure Harry Potter's room is spotless!" The house-elf Dobby was even more excited. He picked up Harry's suitcase and skipped and hopped toward the porch.
I have to commend the house-elves for their efficiency. Belvina and Harry had only taken a few steps along the stone path when the lights of the honey-colored stone two-story building were already on, and bright light shone through the windows.
When Belvina and Harry entered the first-floor reception room, an enticing aroma of food wafted from the adjacent dining room. On the table were bread, butter, smoked meat, beans, and two steaming bowls of soup.
The aroma of food made Harry's stomach rumble and growl.
Harry has only eaten two pieces of chocolate since dinner, and his stomach is completely empty.
Belvina led Harry to the restaurant, where the teacher and student sat facing each other.
As soon as he sat down, the ravenous Harry immediately puffed out his cheeks, revealing his back teeth, as if he had some deep-seated grudge against smoked meat and bread.
Harry's eating speed, comparable to that of a wild beast, makes one wonder if the Dursleys usually don't feed him.
Or perhaps he's never been fed enough; look how hungry the child is.
Belvina found it amusing as she spread butter on the bread and handed it to Harry, who was wolfing it down.
Even with the homeowner's help, Harry's bread was still not enough, and he quickly finished off all the bread Dobby had prepared.
A half-grown boy can eat his father out of house and home. Thirteen-year-old Harry Potter is at the age where he can eat a lot; the more he eats, the stronger he becomes.
You need to eat a lot to grow tall. — I hope so, that's how tall I can be.
Belvina pushed the bowl of soup in front of her to Harry. The disciplined witch hadn't touched the soup, not because she was dieting, but because she really wasn't hungry.
After the whirlwind of activity, the dining table was a mess of cups and plates. Harry, who had just finished eating, suddenly stood up, the embarrassed boy blushing and not daring to look up.
"Starting tonight, you'll be staying here. Dobby will take care of your needs," Belvina said nonchalantly. She really didn't care; it wasn't like she was the one cleaning the table.
Belvina continued, "During the day, you can go to the village to play, or you can visit those wizards. If you don't know the way, you can bring your sheepdog, just be careful not to let the dog scare anyone."
Seeing Harry nod, Belvina continued, "If you want to go to Diagon Alley, you can wait for me to take you, or you can use Floo Net to get there yourself. Remember to tell Dobby before you leave. There's an old man named Marius living in the farmhouse; stay away from him, he's not very good-tempered."
After thinking for a moment, Belvina added, "She has an even worse temper than me. That's about it. If I remember anything else, I'll let you know."
As she spoke, Belvina was about to stand up.
As night deepens, it's time to pamper your skin, which means it's time to go to sleep.
"Professor," Harry clearly disagreed, "Sirius Black, what kind of person is he?"
Both being Black, and even siblings from the same mother, Belvina is a professor at Hogwarts, while Sirius Black is a prisoner of Azkaban. Harry develops a great curiosity about this prisoner of Azkaban.
"What do you think?" Belvina asked back, sitting back down at the table. She then beckoned with her finger, and the milk jug on the counter flew over, pouring two glasses of milk.
Harry shook his head blankly. He said, "I don't know. I saw him on the Muggle news, and then I saw him in the Daily Prophet tonight. I've never seen him before, but he seems so familiar. And when I first saw you, I also felt a sense of familiarity, like I'd seen you somewhere before."
Of course I'm familiar with him, Sirius Black is your godfather!
There's an old saying in Sicily, Italy: "The world is too dangerous; a child must have two fathers."
Belvina thought for a moment and slowly said, "In my memory, Sirius was a complete jerk. He was always making his parents angry and always made a mess of the atmosphere at home."
Sirius Black in the Daily Prophet is a vicious criminal, while the Sirius Black in Belvina's words is more like an unruly child who can be solved with a beating.
"He does sound like a real jerk," Harry muttered, longing for his parents' presence since childhood.
Even when facing the Mirror of Erised, the image displayed in the mirror is of her family.
"Simply put, they disagreed," Belvina said. "The Black family is a very old, pure-blood wizarding family. All the members are Slytherin, except for Sirius Black, who was sorted into Gryffindor."
Upon hearing this, Harry's eyes widened. He never imagined that Sirius Black was a Gryffindor!
Belvina continued, "The Black family are fanatical, staunch pure-blood supremacists. They believe Voldemort's claims are correct, and they support maintaining the purity of wizarding bloodlines, but Sirius doesn't think so."
"But—" Harry was very confused, "but isn't he a supporter of Voldemort?"
"When Sirius was sixteen, he had a complete falling out with his family. Like you, he chose to run away from home and never came back."
Belvina didn't answer Harry's question; she continued on her own, "Then, he suddenly became a supporter of Voldemort and leaked very important information to Voldemort."
Harry's little brain was almost shutting down. Sirius Black was a pure-blood wizard, yet he didn't endorse pure-blood superiority.
He even ran away from home because of this. What changed his mind and made him a supporter of Voldemort?
Seeing Harry's confused look, Belvina decided to add fuel to the fire.
She continued, "Sirius used to have his bedroom walls covered with Muggle posters, all featuring scantily clad Muggle girls. I really can't imagine how he turned into a Death Eater."
Harry's little head was even more confused; he felt like his head was about to explode.
The rebellious Sirius Black, the Gryffindor Sirius Black, the Sirius Black holding a Muggle girl poster, the Sirius Black supporting Voldemort—which one is the real Sirius Black?