Snape studied Sirius' face intently

Snape studied Sirius' face intently for a moment. Then he said, a slight tremor in his voice: "I know that feeling, Black. But to think that you, of all people, the handsome and popular Sirius Black, would be familiar with this sort of pain..."

A sudden grin lit up Sirius' haggard features, and his grey eyes glittered. "What?" There was a note of derision in his voice. "You thought I was handsome? Well, well, well, Snivellus! You are a man full of surprises, aren't you?"

Snape said quickly, a hectic blush brushing over his pallid cheeks: "Everyone said you were handsome, back when we were in school; it is not a matter of personal opinion. Now, back to the point: Peter Pettigrew is still alive? Are you certain of this, Harry? If that is the case, I suppose you must have been framed after all, then, Black. In some ways, it is not terribly difficult to believe that Pettigrew would betray his friends; he was always such a sneaky little fellow. I never cared much for him. It seems that we have a common goal, then, Black. Much as I dislike you - and, believe me, I do, with all my heart - it seems to me that we must pool our resources in order to find your missing rat friend and bring him to justice."

"He is no friend of mine," began Sirius hotly. But then he sighed and nodded. "You make sense for once, Sni- Snape. Let's find Peter and make him pay! Harry said Peter jumped off the Hogwarts Express; he could be anywhere by now. But I have an idea how we might find him. I once had a rather wonderful map that was very useful for finding people. It is long gone now, but with the right spellbooks and a little time, I might be able to create a new one. The one I made as a boy showed the whereabouts of everyone at Hogwarts, but I dare say it would be possible, with some more advanced magic, to create one showing a far greater area, perhaps all of Britain. Perhaps one could put a spell on the map to send some sort of signal when Peter is spotted."

Snape nodded curtly. "Good. It is a plan, then. I will assist you in any way I can in the creation of this map if that will help us find Pettigrew. You will have the entire Hogwarts library at your disposal, including the Restricted Section. Where shall I bring the books you need? I don't suppose you will be staying at Hogwarts while on...er... leave from Azkaban?"

Sirius frowned. "Ah, yes. About that, Snape. I am afraid the Ministry of Magic may be wanting to escort me back to what remains of Azkaban. Long story... You will no doubt read all about it in the papers tomorrow. For now, I had better remain hidden until Peter is found. The Ministry will be sure to check my gloomy ancestral home when they discover me missing, so I find myself in need of a place to stay. You don't happen to have a spare dungeon at your disposal here at Hogwarts while we work on creating that magical map, do you?"

Snape sighed deeply. "I don't suppose I have much choice in the matter if we are to catch that blasted rat. You can stay hidden in my quarters until further notice, Black. If anyone should come in, kindly assume your... er... non-human form. As far as anyone is concerned, you are my new dog. And you will, needless to say, sleep on the floor!"

"Of course I will," said Sirius and winked cheerfully at Harry. "You will see that I make an excellent and affectionate pet, Sni-Severus. James always thought so."

Snape looked coldly at him. "Professor Snape will do very nicely, Mr. Black. No need for any sort of familiarity between us."

"Of course not," said Sirius gravely. "Sir."

Even though both men still sounded a little snarly when speaking to each other, Harry decided that it was safe to ease up on the fairy magic that bound them. He released them both gently, and to his relief, the men did not attempt to start another fight; they merely glared a little at each other, like two wolf pups who were done biting each other for now.

Snape turned to Harry. "Since you are responsible for bringing Mr. Black here, Potter, you will be my official dog-walker from now on. I will send you a message whenever I need him out of my sight for a few hours, which will probably be quite often. You will have my permission to take the dog on long walks, including into the heart of the Forbidden Forest. Just let him roam in there as much as he wants, as long as you are sure that you are protected by your fairy magic."

Harry beamed up at the potions master. "Thank you so much, Professor! You are so very kind!"

...

There were all sorts of excited whispers at the breakfast table the next morning; apparently the news of the poor prisoners leaving Azkaban had spread fast.

"Blimey!" muttered Ron, chewing his toast pensively and leafing through a newspaper. "A dozen death eaters broke out of Azkaban yesterday! It is rumored that some powerful dark wizard - maybe You-Know-Who himself - is behind it all. The Ministry attempted to interview the guards who were on duty at the time of the incident, but since the language of dementors is not well understood, officials had to rely on sign language to communicate with the Azkaban staff. As far as they could gather, a massive wingless bird with black unruly feathers on his head swooped down from the sky, entered the prison, and blew it up from the inside by means of dark magic. He then proceeded to attack the guards by biting their faces, inserting some unidentified venom into them that left them incapacitated." Ron shuddered. "Oh, Merlin! Sounds terrifying! A monstrous wingless bird! I wouldn't want to meet that Dark creature! Pass the marmalade, will you, Harry?"

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it, Ron." Harry handed his friend the marmalade. "Some things get lost in translation."

...

Harry enjoyed his daily walks in the Forbidden Forest with his godfather very much. Sirius loved to talk of James, and he told Harry all sorts of interesting stories about their adventures in school.

"How are you getting along with Professor Snape?" asked Harry a few weeks later, a little worried about the two men sharing quarters while working on their map. They weren't fighting, were they? For some reason, Sirius' cheeks reddened.

"Oh, I suppose we get along all right, Harry. Severus likes to talk about your mother, and he is quite happy to find someone who is willing to listen. Somehow, he finds it easier to talk to me when I'm a dog, so I often stay in that form when he talks about Lily. But when I talk to him about James, I turn human again, of course. He's not a bad listener, actually. And he does know what it's like to lose someone you love... "

"He doesn't really make you sleep on the floor, does he?" asked Harry with concern. To his great relief, Sirius shook his head.

"No, Harry. In the beginning, he did, but more recently... Well, no need to go into any of that." He swallowed. "Snape is a rather lonely person, Harry. Sometimes, I think it is a great comfort to him to have some company. Some warmth in the darkness of the night. As long as I'm just a dog, and as long as he can forget that I'm Sirius Black. And strangely I don't really mind; Azkaban was so terribly lonely..." He swallowed. "Does Snape ever talk about me to you, Harry?"

"Of course!" Harry smiled up at his godfather. "He talks about you a lot."

"Does he?" Sirius' voice was a whisper. "What does he say, then, Harry? Is he still angry with me? I... I wasn't always very nice to him when we were in school, you see. Just silly pranks, mostly, but he might still feel some resentment..."

Harry stopped to pick an interesting patch of moss that was growing near an old oak tree. "Professor Snape asks me to make sure that you get enough fresh air. He is even suggesting places in the forest that you may enjoy visiting, such as the lair of the acromantulas, or the nesting grounds of the blood-sucking bugbears. It's very thoughtful of him, of course, but personally, I try to stay away from bugbears. They are a little cranky unless they have just eaten."

"Right. Of course." Sirius swallowed. "The nesting grounds of the blood-sucking bugbears. Yes, that's very thoughtful of him indeed."

Harry hugged his godfather. "Oh, I do wish you didn't have to be a dog all the time when you are at Hogwarts! I would love to have you meet all my friends and talk to them when you are human. If only you could teach here at Hogwarts!"

"Professor Sirius Black?" Sirius laughed out loud. "Now that would make the portrait of my ancestor Phineas Nigellus fall from the wall in sheer shock!"

"Well, they will hire a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher again in the autumn; maybe you should apply? Professor MacGonagall has been filling in for Lockhart all term; he never really recovered after being frightened by the pixies."

But Sirius shook his head. "I don't think the headmaster would ever hire me as a Hogwarts professor, Harry. I think he remembers me too well as a student, and I'm still on the run from the Ministry. But I did send an owl to an old friend of mine and suggest that he apply here. His name is Lupin, and I think you will like him a great deal."

Harry smiled. "I do look forward to being in third year! Hermione told me that we will have all sorts of interesting new classes, such as Ancient Runes and Divination. Divination sounds like so much fun! I can't wait to learn how to predict the future!"

Sirius laughed and patted Harry on the head. "I predict that you will blow every one of their crystal balls to pieces, Harry."

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Snape nghiên cứu Sirius' mặt chăm chú nhìn cho một thời điểm. Sau đó ông nói, một chút Run trong giọng nói của mình: "tôi biết cảm giác đó, đen. Nhưng để nghĩ rằng bạn, của tất cả mọi người, các đẹp trai và phổ biến Sirius Black, sẽ là quen thuộc với điều này loại đau..."Một grin đột ngột sáng lên Sirius' haggard tính năng, và đôi mắt màu xám glittered. "Những gì?" Có là một lưu ý của derision trong giọng nói của mình. "Bạn nghĩ rằng tôi đã đẹp trai? Vâng, Vâng, Vâng, Snivellus! Bạn là một người đàn ông đầy ngạc nhiên, phải không?"Snape cho biết một cách nhanh chóng, một bận rộn blush đánh răng trên má pallid của mình: "tất cả mọi người nói cậu đẹp trai, trở lại khi chúng tôi đã ở trường; nó không phải là một vấn đề của ý kiến cá nhân. Bây giờ, quay lại điểm: Peter Pettigrew là vẫn còn sống? Bạn có chắc này, Harry? Nếu đó là trường hợp, tôi cho rằng bạn phải có được đóng khung sau khi tất cả, sau đó, Black. Trong một số cách, nó không phải là terribly khó tin rằng Pettigrew phản bội bạn bè của mình; ông luôn luôn là một thành viên ít lén lút. Tôi không bao giờ quan tâm nhiều cho anh ta. Có vẻ như rằng chúng tôi có một mục tiêu chung, sau đó, Black. Nhiều như tôi không thích bạn -, và tôi tin rằng, tôi đã làm, với tất cả trái tim tôi - dường như với tôi rằng chúng tôi phải bơi tài nguyên của chúng tôi để tìm bạn chuột mất tích và đưa ông ra trước công lý.""Ông là không có người bạn của tôi," bắt đầu Sirius nóng bỏng. Nhưng sau đó ông thở dài và gật đầu. "Bạn làm cho tinh thần cho một lần, Sni - Snape. Hãy tìm Peter và làm cho anh ta trả tiền! Harry nói Peter đã nhảy ra khỏi Hogwarts Express; Ông có thể bất cứ nơi nào bây giờ. Nhưng tôi có một ý tưởng làm thế nào chúng tôi có thể tìm thấy anh ta. Tôi đã từng có một bản đồ khá tuyệt vời mà là rất hữu ích cho việc tìm kiếm người. Nó là đi lâu dài bây giờ, nhưng với spellbooks đúng và một ít thời gian, tôi có thể có thể tạo ra một hình mới. Một trong những tôi đã thực hiện như một cậu bé đã cho thấy nơi ẩn nấp của tất cả mọi người tại Hogwarts, nhưng tôi dám nói rằng nó sẽ có thể, với một số ma thuật tiên tiến hơn, để tạo ra một hiển thị một khu vực xa hơn, có lẽ tất cả Anh. Có lẽ một trong những có thể đặt một lỗi chính tả trên bản đồ để gửi một số loại tín hiệu khi Peter được phát hiện."Snape gật đầu curtly. "Tốt. Nó là một kế hoạch, sau đó. Tôi sẽ hỗ trợ bạn trong bất kỳ cách nào tôi có thể trong việc tạo ra các bản đồ này nếu điều đó sẽ giúp chúng tôi tìm thấy Pettigrew. Bạn sẽ có toàn bộ thư viện trường Hogwarts lúc xử lý của bạn, bao gồm cả phần bị hạn chế. Nơi tôi sẽ mang lại cho những cuốn sách bạn cần? Tôi không giả sử bạn sẽ ở tại trường Hogwarts trong khi trên... er... để lại từ Azkaban? "Sirius frowned. "Ah, yes. About that, Snape. I am afraid the Ministry of Magic may be wanting to escort me back to what remains of Azkaban. Long story... You will no doubt read all about it in the papers tomorrow. For now, I had better remain hidden until Peter is found. The Ministry will be sure to check my gloomy ancestral home when they discover me missing, so I find myself in need of a place to stay. You don't happen to have a spare dungeon at your disposal here at Hogwarts while we work on creating that magical map, do you?"Snape sighed deeply. "I don't suppose I have much choice in the matter if we are to catch that blasted rat. You can stay hidden in my quarters until further notice, Black. If anyone should come in, kindly assume your... er... non-human form. As far as anyone is concerned, you are my new dog. And you will, needless to say, sleep on the floor!""Of course I will," said Sirius and winked cheerfully at Harry. "You will see that I make an excellent and affectionate pet, Sni-Severus. James always thought so."Snape looked coldly at him. "Professor Snape will do very nicely, Mr. Black. No need for any sort of familiarity between us.""Of course not," said Sirius gravely. "Sir."Even though both men still sounded a little snarly when speaking to each other, Harry decided that it was safe to ease up on the fairy magic that bound them. He released them both gently, and to his relief, the men did not attempt to start another fight; they merely glared a little at each other, like two wolf pups who were done biting each other for now.Snape turned to Harry. "Since you are responsible for bringing Mr. Black here, Potter, you will be my official dog-walker from now on. I will send you a message whenever I need him out of my sight for a few hours, which will probably be quite often. You will have my permission to take the dog on long walks, including into the heart of the Forbidden Forest. Just let him roam in there as much as he wants, as long as you are sure that you are protected by your fairy magic."Harry beamed up at the potions master. "Thank you so much, Professor! You are so very kind!"...There were all sorts of excited whispers at the breakfast table the next morning; apparently the news of the poor prisoners leaving Azkaban had spread fast."Blimey!" muttered Ron, chewing his toast pensively and leafing through a newspaper. "A dozen death eaters broke out of Azkaban yesterday! It is rumored that some powerful dark wizard - maybe You-Know-Who himself - is behind it all. The Ministry attempted to interview the guards who were on duty at the time of the incident, but since the language of dementors is not well understood, officials had to rely on sign language to communicate with the Azkaban staff. As far as they could gather, a massive wingless bird with black unruly feathers on his head swooped down from the sky, entered the prison, and blew it up from the inside by means of dark magic. He then proceeded to attack the guards by biting their faces, inserting some unidentified venom into them that left them incapacitated." Ron shuddered. "Oh, Merlin! Sounds terrifying! A monstrous wingless bird! I wouldn't want to meet that Dark creature! Pass the marmalade, will you, Harry?""Oh, I wouldn't worry about it, Ron." Harry handed his friend the marmalade. "Some things get lost in translation."...Harry enjoyed his daily walks in the Forbidden Forest with his godfather very much. Sirius loved to talk of James, and he told Harry all sorts of interesting stories about their adventures in school."How are you getting along with Professor Snape?" asked Harry a few weeks later, a little worried about the two men sharing quarters while working on their map. They weren't fighting, were they? For some reason, Sirius' cheeks reddened."Oh, I suppose we get along all right, Harry. Severus likes to talk about your mother, and he is quite happy to find someone who is willing to listen. Somehow, he finds it easier to talk to me when I'm a dog, so I often stay in that form when he talks about Lily. But when I talk to him about James, I turn human again, of course. He's not a bad listener, actually. And he does know what it's like to lose someone you love... ""He doesn't really make you sleep on the floor, does he?" asked Harry with concern. To his great relief, Sirius shook his head."No, Harry. In the beginning, he did, but more recently... Well, no need to go into any of that." He swallowed. "Snape is a rather lonely person, Harry. Sometimes, I think it is a great comfort to him to have some company. Some warmth in the darkness of the night. As long as I'm just a dog, and as long as he can forget that I'm Sirius Black. And strangely I don't really mind; Azkaban was so terribly lonely..." He swallowed. "Does Snape ever talk about me to you, Harry?""Of course!" Harry smiled up at his godfather. "He talks about you a lot.""Does he?" Sirius' voice was a whisper. "What does he say, then, Harry? Is he still angry with me? I... I wasn't always very nice to him when we were in school, you see. Just silly pranks, mostly, but he might still feel some resentment..."Harry stopped to pick an interesting patch of moss that was growing near an old oak tree. "Professor Snape asks me to make sure that you get enough fresh air. He is even suggesting places in the forest that you may enjoy visiting, such as the lair of the acromantulas, or the nesting grounds of the blood-sucking bugbears. It's very thoughtful of him, of course, but personally, I try to stay away from bugbears. They are a little cranky unless they have just eaten."
"Right. Of course." Sirius swallowed. "The nesting grounds of the blood-sucking bugbears. Yes, that's very thoughtful of him indeed."

Harry hugged his godfather. "Oh, I do wish you didn't have to be a dog all the time when you are at Hogwarts! I would love to have you meet all my friends and talk to them when you are human. If only you could teach here at Hogwarts!"

"Professor Sirius Black?" Sirius laughed out loud. "Now that would make the portrait of my ancestor Phineas Nigellus fall from the wall in sheer shock!"

"Well, they will hire a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher again in the autumn; maybe you should apply? Professor MacGonagall has been filling in for Lockhart all term; he never really recovered after being frightened by the pixies."

But Sirius shook his head. "I don't think the headmaster would ever hire me as a Hogwarts professor, Harry. I think he remembers me too well as a student, and I'm still on the run from the Ministry. But I did send an owl to an old friend of mine and suggest that he apply here. His name is Lupin, and I think you will like him a great deal."

Harry smiled. "I do look forward to being in third year! Hermione told me that we will have all sorts of interesting new classes, such as Ancient Runes and Divination. Divination sounds like so much fun! I can't wait to learn how to predict the future!"

Sirius laughed and patted Harry on the head. "I predict that you will blow every one of their crystal balls to pieces, Harry."