Sirius came to the school hospital and saw Harry. Harry was looking at the ceiling boredly. When he saw the professor, Harry sat up and looked very excited.

"professor."

He said loudly and wanted to wave his arms.

But when he saw Snape behind the professor, the smile on his face froze.

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

"Harry, how are you feeling?"

Of course Sirius knew how Harry was doing. He risked being discovered and came to the observation deck 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 looked so much like James on the broomstick.

The same youthful excitement.

As unruly as his hair.

Just as high-spirited.

For a while, Sirius's whole mind was in chaos.

He didn't know what he was thinking of.

He didn't know what he saw.

He felt as if he had returned to the past again. It was no longer raining all around. He was surrounded by the shouts of the students, the college flags raised, the lively youth, and his close friends standing beside him.

At that moment, he was very satisfied, or in other words, he was too satisfied.

He would rather indulge in that illusion forever.

Forever, perish.

Later, he watched Harry being affected by the dementors, and then watched Harry being half-stalled in the air by Dumbledore without falling.

His mind calmed down a little.

After Harry Potter used the Patronus Charm, Sirius, his sense of absurdity and dislocation of the times, reached 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 person who fired the Dark Lord's mark, Dumbledore who cast magic, and the messy and angry Mad-Eye Moody.

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 times still appeared in front of his eyes. If he closed his eyes, the overlap would appear.

James.

James Potter.

Quidditch, the Quidditch field has not changed in decades.

He even smelled the aroma of bread at one point, which was the aroma of old Potter's bread. During the period of his downfall, the period when he was kicked out by his family, he came to the familiar house, and James opened the door.

Mu smiled and hugged him.

"Hi dad, this is Sirius Black."

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

That was James speaking. When he saw Sirius, his cheerful expression was still unforgettable.

"Kid, you look terrible. I have some hot coffee and bread here. Eat some."

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

And the smile on that face.

There is also an orange, warm light in front of me.

In Sirius' memory, some happy scenes rarely appeared.

His self-control finally reached a limit.

Especially after being broken by the pink toad!

He didn't calm down his heart.

He wants to meet Harry Potter.

He desperately wanted to see Harry Potter up close and personal. So he walked dangerously and arrived at the school hospital. Snape did not stop him. He followed Lupine to the school hospital and stood behind him.

God is above me.

Sirius walked over.

"Hello, Potter."

His voice was choked, which should have been a flaw, but unfortunately, Snape was obviously 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 ringing in his head. He also felt a sense of time and space dislocation, a very uncomfortable feeling.

Ask him to look away, put his hands in front of him, grab the wand, and look up at the ceiling.

Very aloof.

"You'd better hurry up. This is my last advice for Dumbledore's sake."

He tried his best to speak calmly.

There was still the sound of Snape, that annoying fly, inside Sirius's ears.

The only one left in his world was Harry Potter.

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

But even so, he still dragged his legs like this and approached the bed.

He approached Harry Potter stiffly, and Harry also discovered the problem. He said in surprise: "Professor, what's wrong with you?"

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

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

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

Boy, do you know what a feat this is?

Boy, do you know how many adult wizards are unable to cast the Patronus Charm?

Some wizards, even if they cast the Patronus Charm, it is just a thin layer of mist and cannot form a solid body.

You are my pride, Potter."

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

What he really wanted to say was, Harry, your Patronus is exactly the same as your father's.

You and your father are exactly the same.

But he couldn't say these words, and he couldn't say them out loud. He could only mechanically stroke Harry's head as if to comfort himself.

His eyes were like a deep spring hiding countless emotions, burying them.

He could only look at Harry like this, he couldn't say anything, and he couldn't say it out loud.

He could only touch.

He could only pat Harry's shoulder gently.

They are close at hand.

But they are forever separated by two places.

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 tidal-like, continuous feeling that hit his heart.

Right at the heart.

The strong psychological fluctuations even caused Sirius's physical fluctuations.

He suddenly felt like nauseous and retching.

But Blake held back.

Harry noticed something was wrong with the professor's mood, and he subconsciously reached out and grabbed Lupine's hand on his head.
To be continued...