Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

"It seems different here." Hermione followed Suer step by step, looked around, and whispered to Suer.

Soul nodded slightly in approval.

Compared with the dark old Blake house they had seen before, this place has become brighter. Not only is it very clean as far as the eye can see, at least the thick layer of dust on it has disappeared, but it is smooth and clean. But it makes people feel a strong sense of age.

Black raised his eyebrows proudly when he heard Hermione's comment.

"Oh, it's nice, isn't it? It's not easy to clean such a big house. After all, many people are going to live here. Dumbledore and the others need a place to be..."

"Sirius, be careful...", a female voice came from the direction of the kitchen, it was Mrs. Weasley, "It's because of you that George and Fred are pestering Arthur every day..."

Mrs. Weasley emerged from the kitchen with a stack of biscuits in her hands.

Angrily, he shoved the biscuit to Blake.

Blake smiled and did not dare to speak.

Soul was warmly embraced by Mrs. Weasley, "That's great, Dumbledore told us, congratulations on your recovery."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Oh, look who we saw?!" Two boys who looked exactly the same came down the stairs, and one was tall, thin, with red hair and a face full of freckles.

It was the Weasley brothers and Ron.

"We all have a few pots of fresh daisies and are ready to cry," the other twin said with a joking tone.

"What a pity. I'm afraid you'll have to keep it for a long time." Suer smiled and bumped fists with the three of them respectively. "Long time no see."

The Weasley brothers laughed and began arguing with each other about who would survive longer.

"I'm sorry to disturb your reunion." Black held up a plate of biscuits that Mrs. Weasley had given him.

"How about we let our guests choose their rooms first?"

"Leave it to us." The Weasley brothers said in unison, rushing to take over this task.

Ron stayed downstairs, and only the Weasley brothers took Soul and Hermione upstairs to the room. On the way, they met Ginny. The little girl's brows were knitted tightly, her delicate little face His face was full of worry.

But when she saw Hermione, she still smiled a little.

The two girls got together and quickly decided to live together for the rest of their lives.

Ginny walked away with Hermione under the look of pity from Soul. Originally, Soul was thinking about whether there was a chance to put his room next to Hermione's.

This is very convenient for academic exchanges in the evening.

Don't get me wrong, this is serious study. If you want to go out, turn left and face the wall for 10 minutes.

After all, this school year is over and they will face the OLS exam. They must use their summer vacation time to make some preparations. There will always be varying degrees of collision between top students and top students, which will help them consolidate their first place in the school year. Location.

"Two pure-blood traitors, and now here comes another one...Ah, I saw you last time, Bones. You have a noble surname, but you are willing to marry a dirtbag..."

Just as the three of them stepped onto the fourth floor stairs, a high-pitched voice sounded (Hermione and Ginny lived on the third floor).

In the dim light, they saw a house elf standing at the door of the room at the stairs on the fifth floor.

"Kreacher!" Sultana paused, interrupting the insulting words it was about to say. "If I were you, I wouldn't treat visitors so vulgarly."

"Yes, yes." Kreacher lowered his head, "But Kreacher knows that the owner of this house does not welcome guests other than purebloods, traitors and mud... non-purebloods come here to tarnish the noble Old Black. House... This is something that makes Kreacher feel ashamed... This is all Kreacher's fault. Kreacher did not obey his master's instructions. Kreacher did not keep the noble Black mansion..."

"The owner here is Sirius Black now." Soul narrowed his eyes and said softly.

"Yes, Kreacher's new master, Sirius Black." Kreacher let out a string of ironic laughter, "If the mistress was still alive, she would never allow a prodigal son to re-enter the noble old man Black. House..."

"Not to mention letting a group of pure-blood traitors, a group of people who don't know the so-called walk in here, oh, Kreacher must go and clean up, and the mistress can't see it."

"This is so sad...the mistress is gone and the prodigal Sirius has opened the door and let a bunch of random people take over..."

Kreacher started to read crazily again.

"Come on, why are you talking so much to this old elf?" Fred waved to him from the front.

Soul glanced at Kreacher and saw him lowering his head and mumbling. He shook his head and walked forward with his luggage.

If he remembered correctly, Slytherin's locket was in the hands of this house elf, one of His Highness's Horcruxes.

"Ron said he was crazy, and for the first time we thought dear little Ronnie had finally found the right adjective," whispered George.

"Ever since we got here yesterday, this house elf has been teasing us." Fred stretched out his hand to push open the door. "The term pure-blood traitor is quite gentle."

This is a fairly small room with three separate beds.

"You must have never seen it. There is a wall in the reception room on the first floor..." George entered the room last and closed the door smoothly.

“There were heads all over the whole panel.”

"The head of a house elf." Fred answered. "The elf named Kreacher's dream in life is to cut off his head like his mother and glue it to a plaque."

"Stop talking about this, can you imagine that during dinner, this house elf would secretly hide in the corner and look at us, not talking, just watching..." George complained, helping Soul push the suitcase to the Next to the bed on the right.

"If nothing else, you must have felt what it's like to have someone watching you eat without speaking during dinner today."

"Sirius has been angry many times because of this matter from yesterday to today."

"By the way..." George suddenly changed the subject, "There will be many people coming here for dinner tonight...do you know...Order of the Phoenix?"

Of course Suer knew, but here, he pretended not to know and shook his head.

"Dad told us that this is an organization founded by Principal Dumbledore to fight against mysterious people." Fred raised his eyebrows, "We are about to send an application to Principal Dumbledore."

"If we could join the Order."

"That's so cool."