94 Diagon Alley

Lots of trouble. "

Fred went on: "He came home smugly -- more smug than usual, and he told Dad that they had offered him a position in Minister Fudge's office. For a It's a job you could have asked for from Hogwarts a year ago: Assistant Minister. I think he's probably counting on Dad to be happy."

"But Daddy didn't," said George sadly.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Well, it seems that it was because Fudge was furious in the Ministry that no one had any contact with Dumbledore." George continued.

"Dumbledore has a bad reputation in the Ministry these days, you know?" Fred said. "They all thought he was deliberately causing trouble by spreading the news that You-Know-Who was back."

"Dad said Fudge made it clear that anyone who had anything to do with Dumbledore could no longer be in the Ministry," George said.

"Dad thinks, Fudge put Percy in his office to use him to spy on our house - spy on Dumbledore." Ron said.

Harry let out a soft whistle. "I guess Percy would love to hear that."

Ron let out a hollow laugh. "He was just mad. He said—well, he said a lot of horrible things. He said he'd had to struggle so hard to get rid of Dad's bad reputation since he was in the ministry; he also said Dad didn't have any aspirations. , so that we have been living

—you know—I mean not having much money—”

"What?" Harry said in disbelief, and Ginny let out an angry cat-like meow.

"Mum's been restless," said Ron, "you know, crying. She came to London to talk to Percy, but Percy slammed the door in her face. I don't know what he did when he ran into Dad at work—probably pretended he didn't."

"But Percy must know that Voldemort is back," Harry said slowly. "He's not a fool, he must know that your parents wouldn't take it lightly without proof."

"I think this may be why Dumbledore wants Diggory to join the Ministry." Gwen felt uncomfortable, she didn't think much about the Weasleys and Percy, It made her feel chest tight and aggrieved - good people for this family.

Harry took up the topic cooperatively, "I was terrified, Cedric picked me up at Privet Drive. Thankfully he's all right, I've been terrified of anything bad about him since the holiday. News." He tapped his wand on his jeans, and Gwen was horrified by the sparks. "As soon as he met he whispered to me that he remembered everything, and explained a few things - presumably that Fudge accepted him to the Ministry on condition that he keep his mouth shut."

"I'm not surprised at all." Ron snorted sarcastically.

"But at least we know he's doing things for Dumbledore." Harry didn't look angry, "I mean, there are some of us at the Ministry, and they all seem to be Very good, Tonks and Kingsley."

Before dinner, several people also discussed Harry being attacked by Dementors, a thrilling experience that made the Gryffindors pale. Hermione said to Harry for the third time, "They can't fire you, it's not legal." As if that would comfort Harry as well as herself.

Having lived in Grimmauld Place for a summer vacation, Harry is obviously more familiar with the structure of the house than others. He quickly demonstrated a few secret passages and trap doors for everyone, but no accident , the road to the conference room was blocked.

"It must have been Sirius." Harry was slightly annoyed.

Gwen and Ginny couldn't help but say two good words for the owner of the house, "He's been out on a dangerous mission almost all the time, and he came back right away when he knew something happened to you."

Harry looked back at the two girls with an incredible look, "Oh, of course I'm not mad at him." Then he touched the ashes on his face, and said to several people secretly , "I had a fight with him when we first met. But Sirius said a little bit about what happened to him over the past few weeks, and in the end we found out that we were almost the same." Then the boy shrugged, "That way I can't be mad at him. already."

As he said, since Harry moved back to his godfather's house, the two dark-haired wizards have been glued together from morning to night. Sirius was trying to make up for Harry with all his time. If it weren't for the limited space in the house and the noisy portraits, they would have built a Quidditch pitch in the living room on the second floor.

Although Gwen and George agreed that the most important thing Sirius wanted to do was to immediately pull Harry to join the meeting of the Order of the Phoenix.

"To be honest," discussed Gwen and George one day after supper, while sitting on the rug in his room teasing the dog, "I think Dumbledore was a little conflicted. Saying that understanding is the first step to acceptance—"

"He also said it at the banquet, everyone has the right to know the truth." George scratched the dog's chin, and the comfortable fat cat barked.

"Now he doesn't let Harry know anything." Gwen slumped and fell on her boyfriend's lap, "I haven't seen him at headquarters for a week."

"According to Mundungus, Dumbledore came several times," George said. "Presumably he didn't want people to know."

"We don't have time to eavesdrop every day," Gwen raised his sore hands. "How long have we been cleaning that living room—three days?"

"The old cabinet will be cleaned out tomorrow." Even George looked embarrassed, "I don't have the slightest curiosity about the dark magic objects in it now."

The next afternoon, the courageous little wizards, led by Sirius and Moody, attacked the glass door cabinet by the fireplace. The job requires a lot of concentration, as many items in the cabinets seem to be reluctant to leave the dusty shelves. Even Harry had to put aside all thoughts of the trial in his head and go all out with the naughty and dangerous collection.

Sirius was bitten by a silver snuff box, and within a few seconds, the bitten hand became an unsightly hard shell, as if wearing a Rough brown gloves.

"It's all right." He said while looking at the hand with interest, and then lightly tapped with his wand, the skin on the hand returned to normal, "It must be sarcoid powder inside."

He threw the snuff box into the bag specially for the **** in the cabinet. A moment later, Gwen saw George carefully wrap his hands in a cloth and smuggle the box into his pocket already full of foxes, while Fred was covering him.

They found a particularly ugly looking piece of silver, like a pair of tweezers. Harry had just picked it up, and it was crawling up Harry's arm like a spider, trying to pierce his skin. Sirius grabbed it and shot it to death with a book called Born Noble: The Genealogy of Wizards. There was also a music box, and as soon as the clockwork was wound, the ominous music of Tintin Dongdong faintly sounded, and then they all found themselves inexplicably weak and lethargic. Fortunately, Ginny's mind was still clear, so hurry up. Close the lid.

In addition, in a grey box was a Merlin Medal, First Class, awarded to Sirius' grandfather for "contribution to the Ministry of Magic".

Kreacher sneaked into the room several times, trying to hide something under his loincloth; every time he was caught, he would say a lot of nasty words. When Sirius snatched a large gold ring with the Black family crest from his hand, Kreacher was so angry that he burst into tears and walked out of the room sobbing softly, cursing Sirius with a very creative word.

Until Ron took out a heavy gold locket from the glass door, he couldn't open it with all his strength. Moody just happened to be walking away at this time, and the group immediately started to slack off, deciding that everyone would take turns to try—how amazing that none of the little wizards thought of Sirius as their stern elder.

Ginny scratched with her fingernails for a long time, and recited Alaho Dongkai three times, but there was no response.

The locket was in Hermione's hands, she used several spells, not only did she not open the locket, she didn't even leave a scratch.

"You actually use it to tear it apart!" Ron shouted, "What if it breaks?"

"Shut up, Ron. This thing is as good as your untapped brain—smooth as new," Fred joked, then snapped the golden one ambitiously. Box.

George snatched it from his brother and smashed it several times, using water and fire, without prying open a small gap.

It was Gwen's turn, and she turned to look at the locket, which flashed a gorgeous, serpentine S. "According to the fine tradition of the Black family, this thing may be opened by noble blood." Then she simply gave up and handed it to Harry and Sirius directly, "like two drops of blood."

Sirius had a toothache expression on his face, "I don't know this thing." He seemed to make it clear that he would not shed a drop of blood for his parents' strange collection.

As soon as Harry took the locket, the scar burned, he subconsciously cried out and touched his forehead.

Almost the instant he touched it, Gwen—no headache this time—but a little nauseated, "Oh," she called out, "I guess it's not good magic, Or we'd throw it away—"

Moody then kicked his wooden legs into the house and saw Sirius looking worriedly at Harry and his scar. The magic eye stays on the pendant