The Mightiest Aurors of Hogwarts

There is a basement under Sirius's ancestral house that can be used to practice magic. Moreover, the house at No. 12 Grimmauld Place is protected by all known guardian magics, and its safety is not to be said.

Since Dumbledore didn't need this place as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Aesop unceremoniously occupied it as the base of the sour grapes team.

After all, after being targeted by the Holy Church, it is no longer appropriate to stay in Mr. Aibo's hotel. Let alone an attack on himself, it is likely to bring danger to Mr. Aibo's family.

Naturally, Sirius had no objections to Aesop's actions. After all, Principal Phineas Black had previously promised to give half of the Black family's property to the young wizard who helped his great-great-grandson clear his name, but in the end Aesop except The magic notes in the study only mentioned a coffee manor in Africa.

And for Sirius, he doesn't have much affection for this ancestral home. There are too many things here that he doesn't like.

Sirius, who rarely got up early in the morning, pushed open the door to the basement. The mess in front of him still shocked him - there were dense knife marks on the walls, the floor, and even the ceiling.

"If I hadn't known you were a wizard, I would have thought you had been wielding a knife here all night." Sirius looked at Aesop sitting in the middle of the basement meditating and couldn't help but start complaining.

"You'd better not touch me. I'm not proficient in this spell yet. I will automatically fight back against anyone who threatens me." Aesop said with a smile without opening his eyes. There was an indescribable feeling in him at this moment. The charm - like a sword ready to be used.

This night was fruitful. The runes discovered by Professor Babling finally turned into real magic with the help of the mysterious Eastern power.

A powerful and strange ancient magic.

I didn't expect that the key to unlocking the puzzle would be so simple - after figuring out that the illogical ancient runes were simply the product of secondary translation.

No wonder the translated things become so strange. After all, poetry is what is lost after translation.

Sirius Black quickly retracted his hand that patted Aesop's shoulder, and instead picked up the thread-bound book in front of him.

"Are these ancient runes on this?"

"It seems that this class was really not very good when you were in school. This is Chinese."

"What are you talking about?" After realizing that he couldn't understand it at all, Sirius threw the book back.

Before the book could fall in front of Aesop, an invisible sharp blade shot out and broke the book in half.

"Selected Tang Poems."

Sirius looked at the thread-bound book with a flat cut on the floor with lingering fear: "If I had met you just now, would I have ended up with this book?"

"No." Aesop opened his eyes and stood up from the ground. At this moment, all the sharp edges were restrained, as if the sword had finally returned to its sheath. "You will be worse off. After all, this book is just close to me. , didn’t really touch me.”

"Is this a life-saving magic you designed for yourself?" Sirius thought of Aesop's previous attack.

Aesop nodded: "Yeah, every time you take a step, you gain wisdom. Of course, the more trump cards, the better."

Sirius' eyes became lively: "Can I learn this magic?"

"Then you have to sign up for a poetry class first."

By the time the two came to the lobby from the basement, Hancock, Tonks and others had already come to "work".

"The transfer is over. You can go back to the Disaster Department after breakfast." Aesop said casually as he handed a sandwich to Anna.

The other party made a contemptuous gesture towards him: "Is the injury just about to burn the bridge?"

"Don't accuse me wrongly," Aesop took the coffee from Tonks. He noticed that this subordinate with the ability to transform into a Metamorphosis Magus had brown hair today. "I did I invite you to become an Auror? , you refused because you thought it was too troublesome."

Anna Monroe, who had changed into a set of doll pajamas, muttered: "Who knew that the life of an Auror was more comfortable than that of the Disaster Department? Not only did he not have to go to work on time, he did not even have to leave the stronghold, and he could order three meals a day - it was called Takeaway, the Ministry of Magic doesn’t offer you this kind of treatment.”

Hancock coughed violently, as if he had choked on his coffee: "Miss Monroe, not every Auror team has such treatment."

He felt that the reputation of Aurors should be restored. After all, these leisurely days were just because they could not find people in the temple. Most of the time, Aurors were the most dangerous job in the entire Ministry of Magic.

Of course, the food treatment is indeed very good, but this is the benefit of the sour grapes team and has nothing to do with the Auror headquarters.

Anna, who has obviously been corrupted by the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism, obviously doesn't think so: "It's such a luxury. The sandwich is filled with the freshest tuna meat."

Aesop raised his coffee: "Let us raise our glasses to thank Mr. Black for his generosity."

Sirius, who was stuffing half of the tuna sandwich into his mouth, was stunned: "When did I say I paid?"

Kreacher, who was putting desserts on the table one after another, snorted: "Of course the prodigal young master is not so kind, but the old master Phineas has long ago ordered Kreacher to entertain Mr. Aesop Green and Mr. Aesop Green with the highest standards. His friends.”

"That's my property too!" Sirius seemed to want to strangle the house elf in front of him to death.

Kreacher said disdainfully: "Instead of letting the prodigal young master squander the inheritance left by his old master, it is better to do something more meaningful, such as making friends with the best Slytherin in the past 100 years."

Aesop put his hand on his chest and bowed slightly towards this sensible house elf.

"It's my pleasure." Kreacher quickly returned the greeting.

"He is a Muggle-born wizard." Sirius curled his lips.

"I really don't understand. Is this how a conscienceless young master slanders his savior?"

"Kreacher, go back to your kennel immediately!" Sirius was furious.

The house elf bowed to everyone: "Then old Kreacher will excuse me, if the unreasonable young master insists."

"I should give him the smelliest pair of socks and get him out of here."

Aesop suddenly looked at Sirius seriously: "This is not a good idea, Black."

"I remember talking to you about Kreacher."

Sirius scratched his head in frustration: "I remember, Aesop, if we really kicked him out, something pretty bad would happen."

Aesop nodded: "I'm glad you remembered my suggestion. By the way, there is Harry's game today. If you are later, there will be no seats at the Quidditch Stadium."

"Damn it!" Sirius stuffed the remaining half of the sandwich into his mouth and hurried to the fireplace.

Fortunately, this fireplace has a Floo network directly connected to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office at Hogwarts.