A burst of steady and elegant footsteps sounded in the old house, hitting my manically beating heart. The joy and inexplicable expectation that whizzed by in an instant seemed to be someone invisible chanting a confusion spell, which made my originally calm and calm mind go blank.
I held the clothes on my chest tightly, and the extremely smooth silk also had wrinkles at this moment. I had no time to think about whether I should go to Madam Malkin's shop to apply for a return, because just when I clearly realized that in a certain second within a few minutes - that elegant but flamboyant figure would appear in front of me, the memories I had in the past were like giant dynamite in my head - the so-called ancient and noble Black family, the fearless and determined James Potter, the bright yellow and scarlet Gryffindor, the boy who survived Harry. Potter, Azkaban filled with despair and pain, and the hanging curtain with a sense of loss - hundreds of scenes almost in the blink of an eye violently impacted my nerves that were on the verge of collapse, and I could only rely on my sobbing breaths to maintain my trembling and excited body. Perhaps because I was so excited, I was sure I must have missed something. But now the only thing I can do is stare at the stairs motionless, silently reciting the name that lingers in my heart and becomes an inescapable pain -Sirius Black... Sirius Black...
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