bioinnovel Chapter 228 Siblings become each other's parents
Chapter 228 Siblings become each other's parents
Chapter 228 Siblings become each other's parents
The Three Brooms Bar was as crowded, noisy, hot, and smoky as ever.
The beautiful and curvaceous Rosmerta was at the bar, warmly greeting a group of noisy wizards.
Belvina sat by the window, crunching the crispy pork skin as if she were gnawing on Sirius's bones.
Sirius, sitting opposite her, completely ignored Belvina's dissatisfaction, holding the Ogden vintage hot pot with great enthusiasm, his eyes burning as if he were looking at a rare treasure.
Sirius Black was surrounded by a large pile of shopping bags, some bearing the logo of Elegant Wizarding Clothing Store, others from Joko's Joke Shop.
It's one thing to buy a whole bunch of new clothes, but there are also some that Sirius bought for Lupin, plus two pairs of socks that will scream loudly if they get too smelly.
Why would anyone patronize Joko Widodo's joke shop? Why would anyone buy a bunch of prank products?
Could it be that Sirius Black intends to greet every Wizengamot in court with a dung bomb on his day of appearance?
Or perhaps it's said that a man remains a boy until death?
Sirius Black, now in his thirties, still retains a childlike spirit and wants to show off the vigor of his youth.
At the same table, Bassheda sipped her sherry slowly, secretly observing the Blake siblings who disliked each other.
If Belvina was a firecracker that would explode at the slightest provocation when facing Snape, then she was like a mother to Sirius Black.
When Sirius was trapped in Tutu's trap, Belvina tried every means to get him out; but once she did get Sirius out, Belvina found fault with him from head to toe, and there was nothing about him that she could stand.
Sirius Black himself was even more outrageous; he was always teasing Belvina in a cheeky way, never stopping until he really angered his little sister.
Despite Sirius Black getting a beating every time, he seems to enjoy it and seems to really like seeing Belvina get angry.
Basilda silently put down her glass. She really didn't know how to describe this brother and sister who were both strangers and familiar, and she dared not imagine what kind of chaotic scene it would be if the two of them lived under the same roof in the future.
As Sirius Black downed his third cup of aged hot fireweed, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into the Three Broomsticks carrying bags and bundles.
"Over here, Harry!" Sirius Black quickly waved and called out, drawing Harry and the other two to his side.
"Sirius!" Harry shouted.
After spending some time together, Harry and Sirius became very familiar with each other. Their relationship was not like that of godfather and godson, but rather like that of big friends and little friends.
"Dear Rosmerta, three butterbeers, and two glasses, please," Sirius called out. "And a side of crispy pork rinds, too; some people really can eat a lot."
Upon hearing this, Belvina, who was picking through the crispy pork skin on her plate, picked up a piece of pork skin with two fingers and casually flicked it at Sirius's face.
Seeing the warning look in Belvina's eyes, Sirius didn't take it seriously. He took the empty glass from Ms. Rosmerta and immediately poured two glasses of aged hot whiskey.
"Try it, this is what a real man should drink!" Sirius pushed two glasses of whiskey toward Harry and Ron.
Harry and Ron, filled with curiosity, accepted the flaming whiskey. Looking at the dark liquid that perfectly filled the bottom of the glass, both were eager to try it, but neither of them raised their glasses.
Hermione looked at Belvina and Basilda, seemingly hoping the two professors would step in and stop Sirius's egregious act of encouraging underage wizards to drink alcohol.
Hermione was greatly disappointed by the result. Belvina turned to look out the window, while Basilda lowered her head to carefully examine the table, which looked like a wine table with three brooms, as valuable for research as ancient runes.
Seeing that the two professors didn't care, Hermione didn't say anything more and silently started drinking her butterbeer.
"Try it, it's okay. This is outside the school, what are you two afraid of!" Sirius continued to tempt, like a venomous snake luring someone to pick an apple.
Harry and Ron carefully picked up their glasses of whiskey, making sure the two professors weren't paying attention to them, before daring to take a small sip of the long-awaited fire whiskey.
As expected, a coughing fit rang out. Harry and Ron's first attempt at Flame Whiskey ended in failure. Both Harry and Ron, who were still very young, were drinking it neat for the first time, without adding water or ice. Naturally, the two little kids couldn't stand the taste of Flame Whiskey.
Sirius, having succeeded in his prank, clapped and laughed. Belvina, looking out the window, couldn't help but smile. Even Basilda pursed her lips, trying her best not to laugh out loud.
"Children," Sirius said seriously, "you must have your own judgment, even when facing your closest relatives, and not blindly follow them."
Harry and Ron exchanged glances, while Hermione nodded thoughtfully.
Miss Know-It-All believes that Sirius Black is a representative of someone who doesn't blindly follow those close to him.
The Black family are all Slytherins, while Sirius Black is a Gryffindor; most of the Black family are pure-blood supremacists, but Sirius Black dares to rebel against his family's beliefs.
"Don't give me that." Belvina ruthlessly exposed Sirius's hypocritical face. "If it's a prank, then it's a prank. Don't come up with such high-sounding reasons."
Sirius completely ignored Belvina and turned to Hermione, saying, "See, Hermione? Never follow her example, or you'll end up alone."
"Even if I end up as a poor old spinster, living in a filthy room, surviving on dried bread and boiled cabbage, it's none of your business," Belvina said. "You should worry about yourself. Or how about I lock you and Phineas in the same room?"
Sirius's face turned green upon hearing Phineas's name.
During the few days that Phineas stayed in the principal's office, he talked non-stop to Sirius, all about urging him to get married, have children, and carry on the family business.
With the last paternal member of the Black family about to regain his freedom, Belvina, the great-great-granddaughter, suddenly becomes less appealing, her importance far surpassing that of her great-great-grandson, Sirius.
"Look at you, still so ungrateful!" Sirius said. "I was just worried you'd be lonely—"
Sirius Black remained silent, poured two more glasses of flaming whiskey, and pushed them towards Harry and Ron again. This time it wasn't neat, but Harry and Ron dared not lift their glasses.
"By the way, where did you all go just now?" Sirius asked. "Hogsmeade is quite interesting."
Sirius Black brought up the topic, and Harry immediately followed suit, excitedly recounting where he had just gone to play.
Honey Duke, packed with students; a post office with over a hundred owls; Joko's Joke Shop, teeming with mischievous bags, and more.
"We were planning to go to the Screaming Shack before, but now we don't want to go anymore," Harry said. When a haunted house has no ghosts, it naturally loses its appeal.
Harry, Lupin, and the others already knew that the Shrieking Shack wasn't haunted by ghosts, but by werewolves. During his school days, Lupin would go to the Shrieking Shack whenever a full moon occurred.
"If you're interested in haunted houses, you could go to Blicklin Estate or the Tower of London," Belvina said. "You might even see Anne Boleyn's ghost there."
There are many famous haunted houses in the UK, but only in the eyes of Muggles. Wizards are not actually that afraid of ghosts.
After all, Gilderoy Lockhart was able to banish Wanlun's female ghost with a smile.
Things like the manor houses and the Tower of London that Belvina mentioned, as well as Pendlehill, the Red Lion pub, and castles around the world, etc.
They are all haunted places in the eyes of Muggles.
However, what Muggles perceive as a haunted house is not scary at all to wizards. It may be haunted by spirits like Sir Nicholas, or haunted by wizards, or even non-existent entities like Peeves.
The three adults and three children sat around the table and started talking about haunted houses all over the UK, looking like a small family gathering.
Most of the time, it was Belvina, Bassheda, and Sirius talking, with Hermione occasionally chiming in, while Harry and Ron mostly listened.
As we chatted, the conversation somehow turned to the Ministry of Magic summoning Sirius Black to court.
"Sirius, the Ministry of Magic has summoned you to London. Will you be in trouble?" Harry asked with concern, not wanting to see Sirius get into jail again.
"No, it's probably just a formality," Sirius said confidently. "The newspaper reports make it very clear, nothing will happen."
Even so, Sirius was still somewhat worried. Clearing his name was certainly not a problem; the key question was how long the trial would drag on and whether any unexpected complications might arise.
Belvina thought for a moment and said, "The worst that can happen is that a few clowns will pop up. There's nothing to worry about."
Cornell Fudge is on our side, and so is Amelia Borns.
With the Minister of Magic and the Director of Law Enforcement backing him up, there's absolutely no need to worry about Sirius.
Belvina was concerned about Peter the Petit, worried that some people might be unable to resist the temptation and try to take advantage of him.
Whether it's assassinating Peter Pettigrew or secretly letting him go, it could have very negative consequences, even affecting Peter Pettigrew's innocence.
On the way back to Hogwarts, Belvina seemed a little distracted, still worried that some people might take the risk of deliberately causing trouble with Peter Pettigrew.
You should know that there are Death Eater remnants within the Ministry of Magic. If they were to use the imprisoned Peter Pettigrew to cause trouble, that would be like a toad on your foot, utterly disgusting.
Fortunately, the Ministry of Magic's trial is scheduled for next week. Once all the legal procedures are completed, whether that traitor Peter Pettigrew lives or dies is irrelevant; Belvina won't care about him anyway.
As the imposing wrought-iron gate came into view, a dangerous thought suddenly occurred to Belvina:
Otherwise, let's take this opportunity to bury them all!