Holiday Allowance Running Out Again and Again

Harry was completely frozen in place. He now seriously suspected that Eli was messing with him.

"Although this is hard to believe, it really is the truth. Sirius Black was, is, and always will be our godfather."

"This..."

Harry looked at the constantly snarling Sirius in the photograph. Had he just called him a mad dog?

It took quite a while before Harry finally managed to digest the news.

He stared straight at Eli, making Eli feel a little uneasy.

Eli tugged at his clothes. "What are you planning to do?"

Harry nearly rolled his eyes. "Eli, could you stop hiding things from me all the time? Professor Dumbledore does it too, and so do you. I always feel like I'm... like I'm a newborn baby being protected by you."

Harry was visibly agitated. He had finally said what he had wanted to say all along.

He wasn't stupid. He could tell that Eli had been helping him, intentionally or otherwise.

Whether it was Quirrell in their first year or the Basilisk in their second year—

Eli was always the first to step up and bear the pressure. It was as if Harry were a child walking behind the adults, forever following paths that others had already cleared for him.

In fact, having been subjected to scorn since childhood, Harry was always more independent than his peers. He had his own ideas, which was why he bravely charged forward every time to do what he believed was right.

That was a kind of courage many people would never possess in their entire lives—the courage to choose their own path.

That was why he felt so unwilling to accept that Dumbledore and Eli had kept things from him.

Eli fell silent as well. Indeed, ever since he had truly survived, he