MM Racing Chapter 319 Receives Letter Regarding Potters' Awakening
Chapter 319 Receives Letter Regarding Potters' Awakening
“I still have Transformation class later.” I pinched Sirius’s dog ears and flicked Mingyue’s cat nose. “If you have any jealousy to say, hurry up and say it now.”
Suddenly, Mingyue transformed into human form, her indigo robe sweeping across the mess on the ground, the silver chain at her waist jingling: "Go back to your dormitory after class, I'll be waiting for you there."
He reached out and tucked a stray hair behind my ear, a sly glint in his heterochromatic eyes. “Some canines shouldn’t follow us. You can’t get into Ayers’s dorm.”
Sirius instantly bristled, his wand twirling dangerously between his fingers, the wolf head brooch rising and falling with his breath: "Ayers is coming over to my place after class, I've already invited him, so you can just wait in his dorm until tonight." He put his arm around my shoulder, looking at me with teary eyes, as if he'd throw a tantrum if I said no. "Besides, compared to a feline's claws, I think someone's 'elegance' in knocking over the potion cauldron last time is more memorable."
"Stop!" I quickly raised my hands, my nine fox tails drawing warning arcs in the air. "Shut up, both of you. Sirius, tidy this place up first, it's a mess; Mingyue, you go back first, wait for me tonight." Seeing the two of them open their mouths to object at the same time, I raised an eyebrow and flicked the fox clan mark on my sleeve: "Or, should I go find someone else now?"
In an instant, the only sounds in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom were the rustling of things being packed and the soft jingling of silver chains.
I turned away and chuckled to myself, but as I turned back, two hands grabbed me at the same time—Sirius slipped a lemon candy into my pocket, while Mingyue casually brushed the dog hair off my robe.
The sunlight outside the window pierced through their overlapping shadows, casting tangled patches of light on the floor, more tender than any magical spell.
The sound of Mingyue's cat-like footsteps gradually faded away outside the window. I leaned against the mottled stone wall, my gaze involuntarily falling on Sirius, who was bent over picking up the broken magic potion bottle.
The morning sunlight streamed in through the stained-glass window, gilding his fluffy black hair with gold. His fluffy dog ears twitched gently from time to time, and his black tail swayed rhythmically with his movements, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
My Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and nine fox tails uncontrollably stretched out from behind me. One of the tails, with its tip wrapped like a vine, quietly reached out and gently hooked Sirius's swaying dog tail.
It felt softer and fluffier than I had imagined, like a cloud wrapped in moonlight.
Sirius froze abruptly, his tail snapping straight up instantly.
He slowly turned his head, his gray eyes misting over, and the tips of his ears turning crimson at a visible speed: "Ayers...you're playing with fire."
His voice was terribly hoarse. He slammed his wand on the table with a clatter, and as he turned, a gust of wind blew the unfinished parchment flying everywhere.
I looked up at the approaching figure and deliberately tapped his tail lightly with my fox tail: "What? Mr. Loyal Dog can't even handle my little prank?"
His canine teeth brushed against my earlobe, his hot breath spraying on my neck: "Then I'll show you what a loyal dog will do when it's angered."
Sirius's tail curled around my waist, his furry dog ears brushed against my nose, and he whispered in my ear with a canine scent: "If you dare to do this again... I'll wrap all nine of your tails around me."
"Oh~ so you want me to wrap my tail around you, huh? I can do that for you right now."
Before he finished speaking, nine fox tails shot out like streaks of light, instantly wrapping around Sirius's waist and limbs, firmly fixing him in place.
I hooked his chin with my fingertips, a cunning glint in my beastly eyes: "Loyal Dog, now it's your turn to taste what it's like to be bound."
A flicker of surprise crossed Sirius's eyes, quickly turning into a blazing smile. He shook his tangled tail and lightly bit my fingertip with his canine teeth: "Ayers, this isn't punishment, it's clearly a reward."
As he spoke, he suddenly exerted his strength, and together with his entangled fox tail, he fell onto the soft cushion beside him, pulling me into his arms.
I was caught off guard by his sudden action, but the fox tail still clung tightly to him.
Sirius seized the opportunity to bury his face in the crook of my neck, his furry ears rubbing against my cheek: "Now that the tails are all wrapped around us, shouldn't we do something more interesting?" His voice was deep and husky, with a seductive quality.
I laughed and pushed him away, gently pinching the bridge of his high nose with my fingertips: "Dream on. I have a Transfiguration class to attend later. Serious Professor McGonagall won't let any late little wizard get away with it."
Sirius grunted twice in dissatisfaction, like a big dog whose toy had been taken away, but his arms remained stubbornly wrapped around my waist, refusing to let go: "Transfiguration class is not as important as me. I'll just go and explain to Professor McGonagall for you." As he spoke, the tip of his nose gently brushed against my neck, and his warm breath sprayed on my sensitive skin, causing me to tremble slightly.
I suppressed a laugh and gently patted his head with my tail: "Let go, I really didn't expect you to be so clingy." As I said this, the fox tail wrapped around him disobeyed and tightened a little, pressing our bodies even closer together.
Sirius suddenly looked up, a sly glint in his grey eyes: "Looks like verbal protests aren't enough." Before he finished speaking, he flipped me over and pinned me to the cushion, his fluffy tail deftly wrapping around my wrist, his warm lips gently touching my earlobe: "Now, do you think you can still get away?"
His sudden assertiveness made my heart skip a beat, and my cheeks instantly flushed red.
Just as she was about to retort, his gentle yet domineering kiss silenced all her words.
An ambiguous atmosphere filled the air, and time seemed to stand still, leaving only their rapid breathing and intense heartbeats.
I don't know how much time passed before Sirius finally let go of me, his forehead pressed against mine, his voice slightly hoarse and still wanting more: "Now, do you still want to go to class?"
I turned my head away helplessly, trying to calm my disordered breathing: "Get up... I'm really going to be late." I said this, but my body betrayed me, and I had no intention of pushing him away.
Sirius chuckled softly, gave me a light peck on the lips, and then reluctantly let go. "Alright then, but you'll have to make it up to me after class." As he spoke, he reached out and straightened my slightly disheveled collar, his eyes full of doting affection.
I sat up, tidied my slightly messy hair, and my nine fox tails swayed gently behind me. "Okay, I'll come find you after Transformation class." After saying that, I quickly kissed him on the lips, then retracted my nine tails and ears, stood up, turned around, and ran towards the door.
Sirius's chuckled voice came from behind: "It's a deal! If you dare to break your promise, I'll drag you back from the classroom!"
I smiled and looked back at Sirius, then pushed open the classroom door and walked towards the Transfiguration classroom.
The morning sunlight slanted across the stained glass windows of Hogwarts' corridors as I strode forward, the hem of my robes rippling in the breeze.
Suddenly, a series of flapping wings swept past my ears, and a snow-white owl swooped down, its silvery-gray tail feathers brushing against my hair.
It landed precisely on the stone railing, its amber pupils reflecting the light spots dancing between the pillars, and the wax seal on its right claw gleaming with a dark red luster.
The moment the sealing wax cracked, Butler Chen's neat, cursive handwriting came into view.
The edges of the parchment still have embossed vine patterns, and when you run your fingertips over them, you can feel the moistness of the blue rose balm seeping into the fibers.
"Young Master, Mr. and Mrs. Potter have awakened." These few words exploded on my retina, and my fingers gripping the letter tightened abruptly. I stopped in my tracks, unable to take another step.
A long, drawn-out chime came from somewhere in the castle, as if it were coming from a very distant place.
The snow-white owl tilted its head, its claws still hovering in mid-air, swaying gently, as if urging me to reply.
I then realized that I had somehow reached the corner of the grand staircase, and the mirror-like armor reflected my stunned expression.
Taking a deep breath, I turned around and walked in the opposite direction as if possessed—the lateness penalty for the Transfiguration class could be made up, but there were some things I had to say to Severus in person.
The doorknob of the Potions classroom was icy cold, and the steaming smell of mugwort mixed with the burnt smell of the cauldron seeped out from the cracks in the door.
Just as I clenched my fist to knock on the door, the carved wooden door suddenly slid open silently, and Severus, wrapped in a black robe, stood in the shadows, his thin lips beneath his hooked nose pressed into a cold, hard line.
Behind him, at the long table, Harry curiously looked up and peeked in our direction. Hermione's quill was hanging on the parchment, and Draco was stuffing the candy wrappers he had secretly hidden into the table.
“Ayers, now it’s…” His reprimand caught in his throat, probably because he saw my expression was not quite right.
I grabbed his sleeve, ignoring the gasps behind me, and dragged him straight to the corner of the corridor.
I simply shoved the letter I was holding into his hand and let him read it himself.
The faded potion stains spread across the hem of his robe, mingling with the scent of blue roses from my letter, creating an eerie gentleness.
The moment the parchment was unfolded, his wand slid halfway out of his sleeve. I watched as those dark eyes, always hidden in the shadow of his hood, trembled violently, as if countless spells were swirling on his tongue, finally settling into a hoarse, broken whisper: "Ayers, is this real?"
His slender fingers gripped the letter tightly, as if he wanted to carve every word into his flesh.
The faded black magic mark snaked out from the slipped cuff, its dark purple lines twisting and writhing beneath the pale skin, creating a cruel contrast with the neat handwriting on the parchment.
I grabbed his hand, which was constantly immersed in potions, and my nails gently dug into the calluses on his palm. The warm touch felt like a key that broke the spell.
"The owl just delivered it." My voice, mixed with the burnt aroma of potions wafting from the end of the corridor, wove a tight net between the two of us.
In the distance came the creaking sound of desks and chairs being moved, while we were in a cocoon of shadows, the air thick and sticky like boiling Felix Felicis, each breath burning with a sensation.
Snape suddenly turned his face away, his Adam's apple bobbing twice with difficulty, his jawline taut like a sharp blade.
When he turned back, the mist that hadn't yet fallen from his eyelashes had already transformed into gentle ripples, and his eyes, which had always been as cold and hard as obsidian, now shimmered with a faint light: "Ayers, thank you, thank you so much."
Her fingertips unconsciously traced the potion scar on the back of his hand, and she chuckled softly, "Severus, no need to thank me."
The corridor ceiling light suddenly flickered, casting dappled light and shadow on his pale face. "For you, I'm willing to do this."
He opened his mouth, but the words he was about to utter were crushed by the sudden sound of footsteps.
The moment Sirius turned the corner, his gleaming leather boots screeched against the cobblestone floor.
His gray pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze fixed on my clasped hands with Snape's, and a low groan escaped his throat.
Snape recoiled as if burned, the sound of his wand sliding into his sleeve as crisp as cracking ice. His dark eyes instantly hardened with frost: "Black, explain yourself, why aren't you in class?"
"Do I need to report to you where I want to go?" Sirius leaned against a pillar, his silver wolf head brooch gleaming coldly in the setting sun.
He deliberately drew out his words, biting his lower lip with a half-smile, "But some people, they run out of class halfway through to meet their lovers?"
Snape's knuckles were clenched so tightly they turned white, and his wand trembled slightly beneath his black robes.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly chuckled, and the scent of blue roses mixed with the aroma of magic potions wafted over: "Naive."
As the hem of her robe brushed against Sirius's gleaming leather boots, it stirred up a chilly breeze, which vanished in the shadows of the spiral staircase in the blink of an eye.
"So, Ayers, aren't you going to your Transformation class?" Sirius swayed in front of me, his voice tinged with barely perceptible bitterness.
His long, slender fingers brushed aside a stray strand of my hair, and as he suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath brushed against my ear. "Ayers, you look much more alluring skipping class than when you're actually listening to a lecture."
I slapped his restless hand away, but he grabbed my wrist instead.
The sound of bells from somewhere in the castle mingled with the laughter of students, shattering into starlight in the empty corridor.
Sirius's amber eyes shone brightly, and he lightly bit his lower lip with his canine teeth, revealing a sly smile: "Since you've already skipped class..."
He suddenly lowered his voice, his whisper, carrying the scent of cedar, piercing my ear, "Want to go to my office? Let's continue what we were doing?"
Before I could answer, he had already pulled me toward the tower.
As I passed the portrait of the Fat Lady, I heard Sirius humming an off-key tune, the last notes carrying a joy he himself was unaware of. Moonlight streamed through the windows of the Astronomical Tower, casting a long, long shadow of his ever-present cynicism.
The moment Sirius pushed open the door to his office, a warm mist mixed with the scent of parchment rushed towards him.
Sirius locked the door behind him, and with a flick of his wand, flames roared up from the fireplace, gilding his silhouette with a dancing gold edge.
I was staring at the crooked Quidditch poster on the wall when he suddenly pinned me against the cold stone wall, his aura completely enveloping me.
"Ayers, you just walked out?" His voice was surprisingly hoarse, his canine teeth brushing against my reddened earlobe, his fingertips slowly tracing the waistline.