Sirius Black (Sirius Black)

Draco Malfoy

Black is still dead, and I resurrected his dream in the second half. I still remember the mature and wise Sirius described in the book, the handsome Sirius that Harry saw in the pensieve, the online tribute to Sirius, and my mantra: Let's always remember Sirius Black.

A faint blue order of the Phoenix, a few pages of sad magic struggle, ruined Blake's new life. I once blamed JK Rowling for arranging everything in such a hurry. In an instant, just a spell, Blake began to fall into the arch, and slowly, slowly, the darkness swallowed him up. I can't imagine him disappearing from my sight. He came with a bang, but he walked so calmly. When my consciousness didn't keep up with my thinking, tears had already blurred my eyes. Falling into the mysterious magical world, dripping away the beautiful magnificence.

From Azkaban to the Order of the Phoenix, from betraying the family to loyal friendship, from a big unkempt black dog to a wizard who fell into an arch, Sirius left us with too many memories.

After closing the book, the faint heartache contains many flavors, one of which is called regret. I feel sorry for Sirius. He is so outstanding. I feel sorry for his honest and mature life. I feel sorry for a soul who defends friendship so much. I hope my time can be fixed at that time-Sirius and Zhan Mu criticized Hogwarts together-a beautiful and happy day, the afternoon when they bullied Snape together, and the night when Sirius escaped from Black's house. But, I know, everything is impossible. Many things, once passed, are gone forever like running water, such as life.

Sirius's life passed at my fingertips, with my fingers turning from page to page. Leave me happy, bring me sadness, let me repeat that sentence:

Let us always remember Sirius Black.

Even so, in fact, my favorite is Seaver.