Chapter 401: Good or bad

() "I said, Olivier ... you still throw that guy of unknown origin! You can just throw it anywhere ... It's too dangerous to leave such a guy at home!"
"What are you talking about! How can you leave a comatose? You say, Dad will be sad!"
"Well? I'm concerned about you! I don't care about it myself, anyway, I'm leaving tomorrow, but what do you do? In case the guy wakes up and finds out he's a criminal ... Oh! Then my father will be sad! "
Just next to what the female reporter said was Jackson Trade Square, an old renovated pharmaceutical store was upstairs, and a pair of sisters were talking to each other without compromise.
The older sister looks older, about 30 years old, but the younger sister is only in her early twenties, and the two sisters are a little older.
But in fact, compared with older sister Olivier, her sister Abigail was more intelligent and more alert to the dark of society.
"No matter what you say, I have to leave him anyway," my sister Olivier stubbornly said. "Daddy never gave up any patient before his death. We, as his daughters, must follow his example!"
"That's the way, don't you fail to be admitted to the therapist?" My sister Abigail arranging her suitcase, she dismissively said, "As father and daughter, we have long failed."
"No, although I have to visit the shop every day, but I haven't stopped ..." Olivier said firmly, "I will never give up!"
"It's all thirty, my sister!" Abigail dropped the clothes in his hands, straightened his waist, and said with angrily, "Isn't it good to put your mind on potions? It's more demanding than comprehensive Therapist, you have at least a stronger talent in potion. Can't you be a pharmacist to cure and save people? "
"..." Olivier pursed her neck and pouted, then lay on the sofa, twisting her body like a coquettish, "It's just a little stronger, potions are harder than you think. It's ... "
"It's all thirty!" Abigail silently looked at the suspected worm creature on the sofa and said weakly, "Forget it, it's up to you! Love is like ..."
She paused, but her voice turned again, and the topic was pulled back again: "... but before that, you must get rid of that suspicious guy! Otherwise I can't rest assured!"
"No!" Olivier bounced off the sofa.
"My sister--" Abigail groaned helplessly.
Olivier suddenly "struck" her finger at her younger sister, and her expression of approval appeared.
"Yes! That's it!" She said in surprise.
"Huh?" Abigail was scared of this unreliable sister who was often shocked at first, and said calmly, "What's the matter?"
"I'm my sister!" Olivier emphasized. "Sister should listen to her sister! Understand?"
"Then look like a sister!" Abigail snapped dissatisfied. "How long haven't you been in the new potion in the store? Everyone's 'golden crucibles' are out of the UK! They are called ... ... Well, 'Sin Hidden Elixir', the profit is high! "
"'Secret potion'?" Olivier crooked her head. "Does it sound strange?"
"Your brain is weird!" Abigail said, despondently, "forget it, you take care of yourself ..."
There is nothing she can do about this elder sister who wants to be a therapist. Not only was her good sister simple-minded, but she also perfectly inherited the stubborn stubbornness of the dead ghost's dad, and she didn't listen to anything.
I should have let her have a good loss, so she might be able to understand some common sense of life.
"... well, just do it!" Abigail nodded secretly.
Although according to the itinerary plan, she should set off for New Orleans early tomorrow morning to conduct a study of the local Mandela grass planting area.
When she was studying in school, she showed great potential in herbal medicine, and her own efforts also laid a solid foundation for her to find this good job now.
Compared to the little hopeless sister in front of her, Abigail is obviously more mature and sensible.
But after all, they are a family. The relationship between the sisters is still very good when both parents die. So even if she postponed her trip, she would have to work hard for her sister.
However, plans are always up to date. She had just made up her mind to pretend to leave, and then hid to take a peek at the follow-up at home. Unexpectedly, the door of the house was squeaking open.
"... are you ... saved me?"
The husky voice was paired with messy long hair, the thin face was sickly pale, the eye socket was sunk, the lips were dry, and the upper body was still wrapped in thick bandages.
Look at him like this, exactly like a seriously ill patient.
But looking at that resolute outline and unyielding eyes, they still exude stubbornness and strength. It was Sirius Black, a wizard who had the courage to break through darkness with blood and life.
"Oh! You can't get up yet--"
Olivia, who was pure in nature, reacted almost immediately. She jumped up from the sofa without thinking, and rushed towards Sirius standing against the wall.
"Let's lie down! You are too hurt to move at will ... Go in, go back to bed ..."
Olivier almost dragged and dragged Sirius back into the room irresistibly.
Abigail, standing by the trunk, seemed to want to say something, but looking at Sirius's injury, he finally put up with it.
"It looks like he can't do anything harmful for a while and a half, and ask him when he's back in bed ..." Abigail thought as he walked towards the room.
"... No, thanks a lot ... but I can't stay here anymore ... I must ..."
While Sirius was being carried back to bed by Olivia, he was still whispering weakly in his mouth, but it seemed difficult for him to just speak, and he might not be able to get out of this house if he let him go.
"It's not up to you to decide if you can stay now!" Seeing him lying back on the bed again, Olivier was covering him with a quilt. Abigail said toughly, "Who do you think saved? you?"
"Abbi (Abigail's nickname)!" Olivier called her sister angrily.
"I'm telling the truth!" Abigail ignored her sister's obstruction and stared at Sirius. "Say! Who the are you? Why did you fall at the back door of our house? If necessary, I will immediately refer you to the Auror Office of the Magic Congress for scrutiny! "
"Abigail!" Olivier shouted again. "You can't speak like that! This gentleman might have been attacked by a villain! Isn't he?"
"... No, this is your sister, isn't it?" Sirius said weakly. "She's right. She shouldn't leave an unidentified suspicious man in her house ... But I can't be arrested yet ... I have something to do ... "
"So ... you, you really aren't a good guy!" Abigail heard the words, and was shocked, dragging his sister to try to stay away from the bed.
"... good guys or bad guys ..." Sirius shook his head with a bitter smile, "Should be considered a" good guy "...?"
"From the moment you hesitate, you can't be considered a good person!"
Abigail pulled her sister out of the room with great effort, and then hurriedly wanted to find her wand. But it was easy to find, but finally remembered that the wand seemed to be still in the room.
"It's ... well, it's okay ... he's hurt so badly, it should be fine ..."
The various crimes left by the first generation of the Dark Lord in the United States, and the traces of black wizard activities in the American magic world from time to time, made the wizards who grew up on this land wary. Nature is one of them.
After all, simple women like her sister Olivier are always a minority.
Abigail courageously cheered himself up, then immediately ran into the room in front of her sister and went straight to the desk.
But she seemed to be one step behind, because she had just taken a few steps and saw Sirius leaning breathlessly against the wall near her desk, holding Abigail's wand in her hand.
As for his own magic wand, he had fallen into a previous deathmatch and did not know where to go.
"This lady ... please believe that I won't hurt you ..." Sirius strugglingly said, "But I really should go ... I can't waste any more time ..."
He took a few deep breaths, but then there was another cough, and the strength that had just gathered would disappear again. Seeing his body instability for a while, he slammed into the corner.
But the wand in his hand was still clenched, and although his eyes were half-pull, his eyes were still full of firmness.
"Please don't worry ..."
Sirius's sentence is not to Abigail, UU reading www. uukanshu.com said to Olivier behind her.
Although Olivier was very kind and pure, she was not unsure that the strange man in front of her might indeed be a dangerous person. Under the current circumstances, even if she could not restrain her worry about the patient, she did not take too naive actions as before.
Sirius climbed up again, his dull muscles made his movements seem slow and weak, but he seemed to be indifferent and wanted to leave here with all his heart.
He pointed the wand's wand at the two sisters in silence, but his steps were difficult but hesitant. He dragged his wounded body out of the door, passed the living room, and walked downstairs along the wooden steps.
"... That's right," Sirius paused on the stairs and said softly, "Thank you for your room, smart and kind girl."
"How did you know it was mine—"
Abigail said half of it, and suddenly realized that it was his own wand. But in such a messy situation, this man can still think about such things, he really doesn't know what he is thinking!