Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 278 Quarrel
"That vase must be a gift from Aunt Petunia," Harry said jokingly, wiping his eyes.

The ugly and unique style of the vase in the photo was obviously the work of his aunt.

Harry was very familiar with this. The carpets and even the tablecloths in the Dursleys' house were similar to the vase.

They were Aunt Petunia's favorite, too, but she was the only one who liked them.

Harry actually knew that Uncle Dursley had wanted to replace these things many times.

But having said that, his aunt really liked Harry's mother and was willing to give the vase as a gift.

You know, given Harry's familiarity with Aunt Petunia, this vase is to her what Nimbus 2001 is to Ron.

"It's that woman's. I never understood why Lily liked her sister so much."

"She's mean, she hates people like us, and she's even ugly," said Sirius.

"It is inappropriate to judge a person by his appearance." Dumbledore said seriously, pulling out his wand and waving it. A chair flew behind him. "You are facing the guests, but you forgot to invite me to sit down."

"If you don't understand Lily."

"Then you probably don't understand why Penny would risk her life to adopt her sister's child."

"You might say there's Lily's blood magic, but Petunia doesn't understand that."

"She adopted her sister's only child after her family was murdered by terrorists (I'm using the right word, Harry)."

"And, to be honest, Petunia was quite nice to Harry before he grew up." Dumbledore said in a light tone and turned to look at Harry, as if he was recalling what he looked like before he grew up based on his current face.

"Maybe," Sirius muttered unwillingly.

To be honest, Sirius's tone and expression when he muttered were exactly the same as Kreacher's.

But it is understandable. Kreacher looks much older than Sirius. Maybe Kreacher spends more time with Sirius than his parents.

Harry suddenly thought of this.

"Wait, what did you just say? Cat?" Harry asked suddenly.

They had a cat... maybe it died in Godric's Hollow like its parents... or maybe it left because no one fed it... By the way, he hadn't been to Godric's Hollow, his real home.

Thinking of this, Harry's internal organs seemed to twitch.

"There was a cat. I remember the cat's name was Snowflake," said Sirius.

He didn't think there was anything to stress about a cat.

Perhaps Sirius himself did not realize that the Black family's education had been deeply engraved in his soul in some ways. He did not think that cats and house elves had the same emotions as them.

"I know why. Harry hates cats."

"Because when the Dursleys go on a trip, they leave Harry with an old Muggle lady named Figg, who adopts a lot of cats," said Ron.

He glanced at Draco smugly, happy that only he and Harry knew his dark secret.

It seems there is another person?

No, it must be an illusion.

"Come on, Ron, you just knew Harry earlier."

"Speaking of cats, I think all Hogwarts students would dislike them very much," Draco complained.

He wasn't jealous at all about Ron and Harry's little secret.

In his opinion, this was just because of Ron's slander against their family at the beginning and his own attitude.

"What about Millicent? She's a Slytherin too. Not to mention that Hogwarts has the most cats." "It's just that they usually don't let cats out of the dormitory." Ron said in an exaggerated tone.

"You don't have a crush on her, do you?"

"That's fine too. Besides Harry, we both have girls we like."

"This way our parents won't think that the relationship between us and Harry is abnormal." Draco smiled.

"Hey! That's a great idea."

"But I don't like Millicent, you're crazy!"

"If it's Crabbe or Goyle, it's possible. You know, Millicent is about the same size as them, and has a double chin." Ron frowned.

"If you didn't like her, why would you pay so much attention to her appearance?" Draco said sarcastically.

"Sometimes, being too pretty, or like Millicent."

Harry sat aside, watching Ron and Draco quarreling again with a look of dismay.

Kreacher moved among the flowers and plants, breathlessly placing rich and delicious food next to the cake.

On the other side, outside Regulus' room at the stairs, Sirius and Dumbledore came here.

"We have to hurry while Kreacher is preparing lunch." Sirius looked very anxious.

"Don't worry, Sirius. I will never hurt Regulus no matter what."

"He is a hero too - he did a lot for us in defeating Voldemort," said Dumbledore.

He was keenly aware of the real reason behind Sirius's anxious look - worry about his brother.

"Well, I'll just say it straight."

"I trust you, Dumbledore, but not in this respect."

"Harry can be considered a hero, but what was his childhood like?" Sirius whispered.

He didn't want to wake up Regulus who was replenishing his energy in the darkness so soon.

Moreover, he was not actually planning to let Dumbledore into Regulus's room before they had a clear face-to-face communication.

“I understand the importance of a loved one who was thought to be gone.”

"As for Harry's arrangements, I think I have said many times that the Dursleys are the best and most suitable place for Harry." Dumbledore's light blue eyes revealed great seriousness.

"That's what I'm worried about!"

"What if Regulus leaving this world is the best option?"

"I do not want to know!"

"I just want to keep it as it is - even if he's fake - even if he's -" Sirius couldn't hold back his sobs.

The door creaked open and an extremely fair and handsome man in pajamas walked out.

Although he looked like an adult, he acted like a three-year-old child. He walked tremblingly towards the only person he felt close to here, and wiped the tears from Sirius' face with his hands worriedly and clumsily.

"I think you understand what I mean." Sirius hugged his brother, his eyes revealing a determination, a determination to protect him even at the cost of his life.

"I understand what you mean." Dumbledore sighed, "But if - I mean if, if his existence itself is unstable, or if releasing his soul trapped in the body is the best option - you should understand what I mean."

"If that's the case, please give me some time." Sirius took his brother's hand and pushed open the door of his bedroom. "Come on, Dumbledore."

(End of this chapter)