HP blood war

The best solution is to pull out the scales and skin to make creamy baked seafood. "

Harry silently crawled back to his bed, always feeling that Draco was not normal now.

The author has something to say: Do you want to bleach the diary~

By the way, this one seems to be a bit small~

☆、College Cup

Because of what Ron did, Draco recently gave up on 'falling in love and killing each other' with Harry, and just found a reason to fight Ron to death.Hogwarts critters are all the rage these days: Malfoy and Weasley decide to perpetuate the feud between the two families for generations because Weasley snatched the Savior in private.

Harry's attitude towards this is: It's none of my business!Let them die!

"Tsk!" Draco looked sullenly at Ravenclaw's eagle-head knocker, "Let me in!"

"Of course you can, as long as you answer the questions correctly." The Eagle Head Knocker almost screamed, "So don't point your wand at me!"

"If I knew where Ron Weasley was, would I still use it here to look for it!?" Draco poked Hawkhead's mouth viciously.

"But if you can't answer the question, I can't open the door. This is a rule and a rule!" Eagle Head's door knocker was also extremely wronged.

"Won't you change the question!"

"...As a qualified descendant of Weasley, Ron Weasley still has some privileges in Ravenclaw."

"for example?"

"Ask a fixed question to one student alone." The door knocker broke out what Ron had told him.

"Ron Weasley!" Draco's gloomy face was about to wring out water, "I didn't expect him to have a brain."

After staring hard for a while, after confirming that the door knocker could not be opened, he turned around and left with a cold snort.

Draco walked out of the Ravenclaw Tower with his front foot, and the door of Ravenclaw opened with his back foot. Ron stepped out from inside, and patted the top of the door knocker thankfully: "Thanks, brother."

"If you hadn't fixed the problem with Malfoy first, I would definitely have opened the door when he pulled out his wand." The door knocker opened his mouth to bite Ron's hand, but unfortunately he missed it. "I'm just a door knocker, and I can't even drop by the door like the other doormen, so why do you always make things difficult for me!"

"Ahem, sorry brother." Ron coughed twice embarrassedly.

"Oh, I think it's better for me to be sorry." The door knocker said as he locked the door.

"What?" Before Ron could react, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed his collar: "Wow, look what I grabbed~"

"Weasley, if you have the ability, you can go through the door directly, otherwise let's settle the previous account!" Ron turned his head mechanically, and the smiling Draco fell into his eyes.

Throwing away Draco's hand, he turned and pushed the door hard: "Open the door!"

"May I ask how many steps it took Mr. Malfoy to walk back from the tower~" the door knocker choked and sang in the tone of the sorting hat.

"No, no, no, oh, oh, oh-"

Draco walked on the lawn refreshed, and casually threw an empty small bottle on the ground. There was a green lizard potion shop label on the small bottle.

Today's Ravenclaw is still as quiet as usual, except for the unidentified object that has been vomiting at the door..."Ugh...damn...you...faber...manseaweed, damn...you... Malfoy !vomit!"

——————Business is booming——————

Tomorrow is going to be a holiday, and everyone at today's year-end dinner was excitedly discussing how to spend the holiday.

After a while, Dumbledore also arrived, and the noise in the auditorium gradually subsided. "Another year has passed!" Dumbledore said happily, "Before we can enjoy these delicacies, we must first conduct the awarding ceremony of the Academy Cup. The specific scores of each academy are as follows: No.4, Gryffindor , 230 eight points; No.3, Hufflepuff, 350 two points; Ravenclaw 420 six points, Slytherin 470 two points."

Even the reserved Slytherin still burst into cheers and applause, and Harry saw a few people even slapping the table excitedly: "But..."

The Slytherin's cheers stopped, and Draco picked up the crystal cup and took a sip of water.Even if he knew this would happen, he still couldn't avoid disappointment.

"We still have some points to add! First of all, Mr. Monique Cruz..." Mony covered his face, deeply feeling Draco's almost murderous gaze, "As a Gryffindor, it is very Haohao managed to share weal and woe with his friends bravely and fearlessly, and sacrificed himself at critical moments (in order to explain how he and Harry and the threatened Malfoy survived the wizard chess, Mooney declared that they died together, but luck did not faint In the past, he has specifically challenged the Queen in Wizard Chess for added credibility.), so [-] points from Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor students began to cheer: "There is also Mr. Harry Potter, who is also brave and strong (the key that can fly.), Gryffindor plus [-] points!"

430 eight points, at least not the last one.The students on the Gryffindor long table stood up excitedly and patted the table: "And..."

Gryffindor fell silent, everyone's faces were full of surprise: "For Mr. Harry Potter's courage to take responsibility in the face of danger and protect important school assets, Gryffindor will give you fifty points!"

"Oh!!" The cheers of the Gryffindors almost knocked the stars off the magic ceiling, and the walls of the hall seemed to tremble slightly.

Harry shrank his neck, his forehead almost touching the table.He was about to be pierced by Snape's knife-wielding eyes on the teacher's bench!

"So, we need to make some changes to our decoration!" Dumbledore clapped his hands, and the flag representing the winner of the Academy Cup immediately changed from the silver and green Slytherin to the dazzling gold and red Gryffindor. The majestic roar of the lion.

Difficult to finish dinner under the murderous eyes of Snape and Draco, Harry and Monny helped each other back to the dormitory.

The next day a notice was sent to every student, warning them not to use magic during the holidays, Harry just looked at it casually and threw it into the trash.

Sirius is still suffering in Azkaban, how could he not use magic!Harry, who was sitting in Uncle Vernon's car, looked into the distance from the window and smiled casually.

The author has something to say: Who is Draco allocated to?

☆, mice or people

Back at his aunt's house, he was told that his room had been replaced by Dali's toy room upstairs.

It didn't matter if they went upstairs with the suitcase, and the first thing to do after putting down the luggage was to find a piece of parchment and write a letter to Ron. Since Feathered Serpent was not the one they knew, the most important thing now was to rescue his godfather.

Hedwig, who didn't use it obviously, found out the leaflet of the post office, poked her wand on the post office sign, and after a while, there was a knocking sound outside the window.

Harry stretched out his head to make sure that Mrs. Figg next door didn't pay attention to this, and tied the parchment to the claw of the owl at the post office, and put a silver cocoa in the pouch on his back. The owl held a small piece of Harry's gift The bread flew out.

The Burrow...

Knock, knock, knock... Ron went to the window and let in the owl with the logo of the post office.After circling twice in the air, the owl landed on the table, raised its talons and beckoned Ron to take the letter.

Breaking off a small piece from the bread, the owl flew out with the bread hanging from the letter.

dear weasley

My recent research project has been greatly hindered. It is said that there is a mouse in your family that has lived for a long time. I wonder if I can borrow some hair and blood for the sake of my classmates. In exchange, I will post the materials after receiving them. Some other material for you.

your classmate

Lyon

"..." Ron looked at the signed name in silence. Although it was just an excuse, there was absolutely no way such a Gryffindor name could be found in Ravenclaw.

Going downstairs with the letter, I saw the twins experimenting with their product with Scabbers: "George, Fried, can I use Scabbers?"

"What's wrong?" George picked up the mouse's tail.

"Our little Ron." Fried hung on to George.

"You don't dislike Banban being old and ugly."

"Are you still disabled?" The two separated and put their hands on Ron's shoulders.

"My classmate heard that there is a long-lived mouse in our house and wants to borrow it." Ron shook the letter in his hand.

"Borrow what?" Jasmine in the kitchen stretched her head and asked when she heard the movement in the living room.

"Scattered. My classmates heard that Scabbers lived a long time, and they want to have some hair and blood."

"Of course." Jasmine agreed straightforwardly, asking George and Fried to help shave and draw blood for Scabbers.

Ron took Banban, watched the twins go to get the tools, and suddenly asked Jasmine as if on a whim, "By the way, how long did Banban live?"

"I can't remember too, it seems like Percy was born not long ago." Jasmine said casually, after all, she had to raise so many children, it was impossible for her to remember when a mouse was born.

"That must be ten years!" Tightly pinching the mouse that was struggling desperately, he said, seemingly unintentionally, "Does Scabbers have the blood of some magical creature?"

"How is it possible that Banban is just an ordinary gray mouse..." Can an ordinary gray mouse live for ten years?It's fine if you didn't pay attention to it before, but after you noticed it, Jasmine couldn't think right: "Ron, give me the mouse!"

Jasmine's serious tone made the twins who were looking for tools realize something: "What's wrong, Mom?"

"Ah!" Banban suddenly bit Ron's hand hard, fell to the floor, turned over and began to flee outside the house.

"Quickly imprison! Everything is petrified! Quickly imprison!" As a housewife who can take care of six mischievous children at the same time, what Jasmine is best at is to stop the little devils before they mess up.With three confinement spells on his face, he successfully held the mouse in place before it scurried under the crack of the door.

"George go find your dad and come back! Fried go and see if Ron is okay!" Turn the cup on the table into an iron cage, put the immobile mouse in it and lock it up to death.

Although I don't know why, the twins are smart people. One went to the Ministry of Magic with Floo powder, and the other took Bai Xian to check his brother's hand.

Soon the fireplace was lit again, and Arthur hurried out of the fireplace: "What's the matter, Molly? George told me something happened at home!"

Jasmine pointed at the cage on the table with her wand, and said seriously, "If Ron hadn't asked today, I would not have discovered that a gray mouse can live for ten years."

"...I'm going to find Dumbledore." Arthur is also very busy because he usually has to bear the expenses of the family, not to mention that he can't notice these things with his rough nerves. Some dangerous person was hiding, and the hairs on Arthur's back almost stood on end.

Soon Dumbledore also came to the Burrow through the fireplace, but today he didn't smile like usual with orange peels all over his face.

After carefully observing the mouse, he cast a few curses and his face became more and more serious: "An Animagus? I think we'd better find another expert to take a look."

With the arrival of Professor McGonagall, the mice in the cage broke free from the confinement spell and began to hit the cage frantically, but it was of no use.

"I think, this is an Animagus!" Professor McGonagall came to the same conclusion as Dumbledore seriously.

Put the mouse into petrification, put it on the ground from the cage, and cast a counter-curse, the mouse will gradually become a person...

"Peter Pettigrew!?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed.

On the second floor of a house on Privet Drive, the owl was knocking on the window vigorously.

Open the window, feed the owl bread again and again, while reading the letter, there is only one sentence: the mouse blood is gone, can human blood work?

"Of course, I'd like some more brains if you don't mind." Harry said to himself as he burned the letter.The owl flew out of the window again, but this time he had no mail to deliver.

The author has something to say: the mouse is done~

☆, Godfather

After confirming that the mouse had been sent to the Ministry of Magic, Harry smiled brightly every day, making Petunia's family terrified.

But this kind of brilliance only lasted until Snape knocked on the door. After all, he was still a child who didn't want to be seen by his relatives, so even a deadpan face was not suitable for a bright smirk.

"Wow, it seems that Mr. Potter doesn't want to see me. Believe me, I also don't want to delay my potion making time because of you. So, pack up your things now and follow!" Snape looked disgusted and disgusted , after Harry hurriedly packed his things, he apparated by grabbing Harry by the collar.

After landing, as if he had bumped into something disgusting, he loosened Harry's collar and took out a handkerchief from somewhere, wiped his fingers carefully, and burned the handkerchief to ashes.

"..." Harry, who had just shaken off his dizziness, happened to see Snape wiping his hands and destroying the handkerchief with a disgusted face.I don't know if I pretended to be dizzy and grabbed his robe, would he burn it directly.Harry thought maliciously.

"Potter, are you standing there waiting for me to carry you away!" Snape walked in front aggressively, and Harry trotted behind.

This damn height!Harry gritted his teeth secretly, and looked at Snape's height with envy. When he became an adult, he said it was 170 meters, but it was 169.5 meters.

"Hmm!" Not knowing if Harry's resentment was too strong, Snape stopped suddenly, and Harry, caught off guard, bumped into Snape's back.

Are you made of stone!Harry clutched his nose, tears were about to come out from the pain.

"Idiot." Snape grinned and knocked on the door.Only then did Harry discover where they were going - 12 Grimmauld Place, Black's old house, his godfather's home.I was secretly excited, but there was still a look of doubt on my face.After 2 minutes, the door did not open.

"Tut!" Snape impatiently knocked on the door again, this time the knock was much louder than before.

With the sound of creaking, the door opened to both sides, but what greeted them were a few beams of magic spells shining red.

"Hey!" Snape laughed mockingly, grabbed Harry and threw the spell at him.Although there was no lethal spell, Harry didn't want to be hit even so.

"Harry!?" a man exclaimed, then hastily pulled out his wand and cast a protective charm on Harry. "Stop it, Sirius! That's Harry!"

"Harry?" The thin and pale man stared at Harry's face, then hugged Harry and cried, "Harry!...it's all my fault...Harry..."

Harry pushed the crying child-like man helplessly, and looked around for help.

"Okay, stupid dog. Your godson is drowning in your tears." Finally Snape untied Harry in disgust.

"Snotling! You did it on purpose just now!" Sirius glared at Snape viciously, as if he was about to tear him apart.

"Hmph! As your unique welcome ceremony, shouldn't your godson experience it?" Snape mocked disdainfully. "Okay, I don't have that time to waste time with a stupid dog, don't forget that I have to make potion for your friend who has a special problem." After speaking, he tossed his robe and left here.

"Harry, are you okay? I didn't expect you to come with the snot. I didn't mean to. You're not hurt..." Sirius checked Harry from head to toe, and Lupine's amulet was fully activated. Well, Harry just had a little skin on his arm.

"I'm fine, no need to apologize." The apology is also due to the old bat who deserved to cut off his leg. "Well, what is this place? You seem to know me."

"Of course we know you! We're friends of your parents." Sirius said loudly.

"You know my parents." Harry stared blankly at the two of them back and forth: "Who are you?"

"I'm Sirius Black, you can call me Sirius, that's Lupine, Remus Lupine." Sirius pulled Harry to the sofa, and then rubbed his hands awkwardly: "Your father used to I don't know if you mind if you invite me to be your godfather...Of course, you may not be comfortable with having an extra family member all of a sudden, it doesn't matter if you don't want to come...I mean, that...would you like to move here live with us"

"...you are my godfather" Harry asked softly as if he was talking to himself: "You asked me to move here and live with you"

"Of course, I understand if you don't want to part with your current relatives..." Sirius carefully looked at Harry's expression.

"Of course I would!" Harry hugged Sirius carefully, of course I would, godfather.

Sirius happily announced loudly that he was going to cook today. Lupine stopped him dumbfounded. Harry looked at the old Black house, which was still deserted, but because of the presence of relatives, he smiled very happily.

The author has something to say: Heck, Harry is only 170 in my character design, so don’t worry about being a little short~

☆、Sirius' hobby~

It has to be said that Sirius' cooking skills are indeed the Avada of the food world.Harry stared blankly at the plate of black unknown substance that Sirius called steak, and the large bowl of vegetable salad on the table that looked like stuffing.

"Cough, it may not look very good, but the taste is still good!" Sirius inserted the steak in front of him as proof, and took a bite, and then Harry heard a clear 'click'.

"Hmm!" Sirius covered his mouth, feeling his teeth loose. "This is an accident, try the salad." After saying that, he went to insert it with a fork, but it was a pity that he didn't pierce a piece because it was too finely chopped.

"..." Sirius put down the fork in embarrassment, his whole body suddenly lost, Harry seemed to see the drooping ears on Sirius' head.

"It's okay, Sirius, just eat with a spoon." He scooped up a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth, and suddenly Harry seemed to see the end of the world.It feels like a paste, has no vegetable taste at all, and is full of mustard flavor.

Swallowing with difficulty, Harry smiled and said it tasted good, Sirius scooped up a large spoonful with glowing eyes, and then...

"Pfft——" Sirius sprayed it all out as soon as he stuffed it into his mouth, spraying radioactively all over the table, even Harry on the opposite side was not spared.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Coughing violently, I took a large glass of water to relieve the taste in my mouth a little. "Ahem...ahem, I'm sorry Harry, I'm not very good at cooking."

"Well, it's okay." Really bad at wiping off the residue on his face silently, Harry decided not to eat salad any more. "I'll make dinner."

Under Harry's repeated requests, Sirius agreed to Harry to cook dinner, and Lupine was already busy when he found the kitchen.

"That guy's cooking is terrible." Although it was doubtful, Lupine looked quite sure: "That guy always thinks that as long as there are enough seasonings and a long enough time in the pot, it will be delicious, so from the past No one can eat the food he cooks."

"Is it okay to have seafood for dinner?" Looking at the ingredients, Lupine found helplessly that all the raw meat except the seafood had turned into charcoal, and what was served before was already the best finished product, and the vegetables were also used up Mostly.

"I like seafood." Harry was washing vegetables by the sink, while watching Lupine deftly shell the fresh shrimp. "Do you often cook?"

"Not often, but because I live alone, I cook a little. It's not delicious, but it's not like Sirius." Lupine smiled helplessly.

"Is there anything Sirius likes to eat?" Harry asked casually. He hadn't been with Sirius for too long in his previous life, and he didn't know much about Sirius' hobbies.

"Sirius likes steak very much. No matter what kind of steak it is, as long as it is steak, he can eat three pieces in one meal. He doesn't like seafood. He won't touch any seafood on the plate every time. If it's seafood salad, he will eat it." Pick out all the seafood, and eat the rest of the vegetables." Lupine remembered that when he was in school, Sirius would pick seafood to his plate every time he ate, and claimed that it was to make himself nutritionally balanced," He is very picky about bread, he doesn't like it too sweet, he doesn't eat cream. For cake, he will scrape off all the cream, if it is fruit cake, he will still eat a little." Lupine smiled softly, and found some flour , "I remember once for his birthday, he kept asking me to make him a salty cake, and I ended up making him a large round sandwich. And..."

"..." Harry wanted to interrupt a few times but shut his mouth in the midst of Lupine's enthusiastic explanation.

"...That's about it." Lupine who finally stopped saw the complicated expression on Harry's face and said suddenly for some reason: "As a friend, I probably can only remember more on what I eat."

"...You two have such a good relationship." Who would believe that you are just friends!Harry rubbed the vegetable leaves with dead fish eyes, he finally understood why there was always a weird feeling between Lupine and Sirius in his previous life.

"Yeah, James was always clinging to Lily when he was at school, and Sirius and I were always standing by and watching Lily pick him up, and every time Sirius would laugh out loud at James, saying he was like Lily's puppy." Lupine was pleasantly surprised He found a box of canned ham in the cupboard, "It seems that Sirius had a sandwich tonight."

"...that's really good." Harry's dead fish eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he couldn't leave Sirius at all.

"Yes……"

"Are you kidding me!" Sirius roared from the living room.Harry and Lupine put down their things and hurried to the living room.

"I squatted there for more than ten years without even being judged. You still asked the Wizengamot to intervene with such an obvious Dark Mark on his arm, but it turned out that he escaped in less than a week. Does your Ministry of Magic eat dry food!" In the living room, Dumbledore stood aside with a serious face, and Sirius was grabbing a fat man by the collar and roaring loudly, while the fat man could only wipe his hair with a handkerchief in embarrassment. sweat.

"Sirius, what happened?" Lupine hurriedly stopped Sirius from strangling the Minister of Magic's neck.

"Peter! That damn mouse! He's gone!" Sirius angrily smashed the tea set on the table.

"..." Lupine was silent, and then glared at Fudge Connelly with eyes bloodshot and angrier than Sirius.

The author has something to say: Due to my mother's problem, in order not to be dropped by my mother, I can only update it every day, but please rest assured, it will be updated every day~

☆、Common faults of house elves

In the living room, Sirius kept throwing things on the table, Lupine resisted the urge to punch Fudge in the face, and finally Dumbledore stopped Sirius from venting his anger.

"Connelly, I think there should be no doubt that Sirius is innocent regardless of whether Peter has passed the trial or not, so I think Sirius' innocence statement should be published in tomorrow's newspaper." Dumbledore stared at him seriously. Fudge wiped away his sweat.

"Of course, of course." Fudge nodded hurriedly.

"Also, I hope that tomorrow's newspaper will also publish Peter Pedilu's wanted list."

"I don't think this is necessary. After all, the Oro team is already arresting. I don't think it will be long before Pediru will be imprisoned in Azkaban." If the wizards know that Pediru escaped from the Ministry of Magic It would be a big blow to the reputation of the Ministry of Magic.

"No, we need it! Pediru is an Animagus, if he pretends to be a mouse and hides anywhere, only Oro will be hard to catch him, in case he hurts others , I think this will be very detrimental to the reputation of the Ministry of Magic." Rather than letting the masses find out for themselves, it would be better for the Ministry of Magic to inform in advance.

"...Okay, I will." Leaving Black's old house in a hurry, he needs to urgently notify the Daily Prophet to change tomorrow's headline.

"Okay, Sirius. Tomorrow the whole wizarding world will know the truth, and Peter will be caught." After Fudge left, Dumbledore returned to his usual smiling Santa Claus, "Harry, you and How is Sirius doing?"

"How should I put it, Sirius is not very good at cooking." Sirius suddenly changed from a furious mad dog to a lost family dog ​​when he heard it.

"I'll learn to cook with Remus." Sirius muttered softly.

"We're cooking, Professor Dumbledore, would you like to stay and eat?" Lupine asked.

"No, I've already eaten." Dumbledore waved his hand and left the old house.

"Remus, shall I help you make dinner?" Sirius wagged his tail.

"No, the kitchen you've been in is a disaster." Lupine refused without hesitation.Ignoring Sirius' drooping tail. "Harry, you and Sirius stay for a while, I'll do it by myself."

"Okay." Before cooking, Lupine didn't know where to find a set of wizard chess, and Harry and Sirius sat on the sofa and played chess.

"Why did I lose again!" Sirius hugged the pillow sadly.This was already the third round, and every time he was killed by Harry, he was completely wiped out.

"Probably because I had better luck today." Sirius' chess playing style was the same as his own, and he rushed forward.He used to be like this, but every time he played chess, he was killed miserably by Ron.

"One more game, I will definitely win." As a result, Sirius didn't win a game until dinner was served and before going to bed, and it was Harry who escaped by declaring that he was sleepy.

When Harry woke up the next morning, Sirius and Lupine weren't home, just sandwiches on the table, and they had left a note saying they had gone to the Ministry of Magic.

As soon as he got to the dining table to pick up the sandwich, a house elf suddenly jumped out, jumping around Harry and cursing non-stop: "The young master who betrayed the family brought back a stinky child, he is polluting the noble Black!" The dining table and floor of the house!"

Startled, Harry almost dropped the sandwich in his hand: "Oh, you scared me. Would you like some?" Harry waved the sandwich in his hand viciously.

"Ah—" Kreacher screamed as expected, and then disappeared from the spot with a swish.

No house-elf, however rebellious, is immune to nervous agitation.Unlike Dobby hitting the wall directly in front of people, Kreacher will definitely find a place where no one is around.Harry smiled and enjoyed the sandwich and milk.

"The shameless little bastard is sitting on the mistress's sofa and using the mistress's desk to do her homework." While doing his homework, Kreacher mopped the living room floor and cursed in a voice Harry could hear.

"Do you want to sit here and rest for a while?" Harry patted the seat next to the sofa.

"Ah—" With a swipe, Kreacher disappeared again, but judging from the vibration in the kitchen, it was hitting the kitchen wall.

"Can you bring me a glass of milk when you come over?" Harry asked aloud.For height, calcium supplementation is very important.

Milk suddenly appeared on the table, but Krich did not appear, but the place of vibration seemed to be a room on the second floor.

It was almost noon, and Sirius and the others still hadn't come back, so Harry went into the kitchen to cook something for himself.

"The little bastard brought back by Niezi stepped into the mistress's kitchen, he..."

"What would you like to eat?" Harry asked with a smile while chopping vegetables.

"Ah—" disappeared again, and the sound probably sounded like it was hitting the railing of the stairs.

During lunch, Kreacher was quietly mopping the living room floor, and Harry suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something: "Can you..."

"Ah——" disappeared before Harry's eyes, and Harry just said: "...help me bring out the soup from the kitchen..."

Speechlessly feeling the vibration of the ceiling, Harry silently ate the rest of his lunch, put the completely untouched soup in the refrigerator (bought by Lupine), and decided to avoid Kreacher as much as possible in the afternoon.

☆、The note in the locket

In the afternoon, Sirius and the others still didn't come back. Harry, who was bored, suddenly remembered the locket in Kreacher's hand.

After searching one by one, he finally found Regulus Black's room. Just as he grabbed the doorknob, Kreacher suddenly rushed out and knocked Harry aside: "What are you doing!"

"I just wanted to go in and have a look." Harry held his wand in his sleeve.

"This is not your room, leave! Leave quickly!" Kreacher jumped and screamed, trying to drive Harry away.

"Sorry." Pretending to leave, knocking Kreacher unconscious when he relaxed.

Pushing open the door, it was as clean as if someone had been living in it.There were many trophies in a glass display case in the corner, and behind the bottom one Harry found the locket.

"Well, let me think about it." Fiendfire or something.

Just as he was thinking, the locket suddenly opened by itself.Throwing away the locket hastily, he gripped his wand vigilantly.Nothing happened until the locket was fully opened.

He walked forward cautiously and cast several spells, but the results showed that they were all safe.Carefully looking inside the locket, there is only a note.Harry was startled, and hurriedly picked up the locket, but found that the note was not written by Regulus: Hello, I have moved, if you need anything, please find the diary.

"..." Staring blankly at the words on the note, Harry felt as though his face was covered in malice.Put the note back in the box and put the box back where it came from.

Kreacher hadn't woken up when he went out, so he modified his memory to make Kreacher think he was in the room all the time, then walked back to his room and slammed the door.

"Tom Riddle! Don't let me catch you!" Harry scratched viciously on the parchment, turning his good history homework into waste paper.

"Harry! Remus and I are back." At night, Harry, who was cooking, heard a weak voice shouting tired in the living room.

"Are you all right? It looks like you've been fighting all day." Came to the living room with an apron on, and Sirius sprawled on the sofa, while Lupine still looked like he was still sitting, but he could see It's not good to be tired.

Just as they poured a glass of water for each of them, Sirius picked up the glass as if seeing a savior and drank it down, regardless of his wet coat.Although Lupine was not as excited as Sirius, he drank most of the glass in one go.

"Phew, the Ministry of Magic doesn't even have saliva, and I almost died of thirst after talking about it all day." Sirius, who drank a glass of water, turned into that spirit again, "That bastard Fudge wants to swallow the property of the Black family! Do it! Go to his sweet dreams!"

"Is Fudge the Minister of Magic? What did he do?" Harry wondered.

"That bastard actually said that I have been expelled from the Black family, so the property of the Black family is no longer my inheritance!" Sirius angrily smashed his cup on the table. "What do you mean Bellatrix is ​​a Death Eater, so the Black family should be confiscated! That crazy woman has already married Strachey!"

"...Remus, are you hungry? I made dinner." Harry was silent for a moment, then asked with a smile to Lupine who was clutching his stomach.

"This is so good! I'm starving to death!" Lupine thanked Merlin even though he only ate half of his breakfast!

"The soup was made at noon, but I didn't touch it. You can drink a bowl first, and the rest will be ready soon." Harry put the soup pot on the table with difficulty, and Sirius was ready to hold the pot to drink regardless of his appearance. It was still Lupine Helplessly stopped him.

Back in the kitchen, he turned over the meatloaf in the pan, thinking about what Sirius had said about the Black family while turning it over.

Fudge was extremely greedy, and it was impossible for Sirius to get back the property of the Black family.But Fudge also cherishes his reputation, and it seems that he has to look for that 'beetle'.

He found the sauce and poured it on the meatloaf. Sirius couldn't wait to pounce on it as soon as it was served on the table. Harry took a look, and the big pot of mushroom soup had already bottomed out.

"Eat slowly, Sirius!" Hungry, Sirius just casually divided the meatloaf into several large pieces, and then stuffed them into his mouth regardless of the heat, "If it's not enough, there are some sandwiches in the kitchen."

"Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo." Sirius seemed to want to talk to Harry, but Harry couldn't understand a word because of the food in his mouth.

"Sirius, swallow the food before you talk!" Lupine said calmly, seeing Sirius stiffen obviously, and then swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty: "Harry, your craft is really good."

"Well, thank you." No matter how you look at it, the scene just now is very similar to dog training.At the command of the owner, the dog obeyed immediately.Harry thought to himself as he sipped his soup.

☆、Underage drinking incident

If being a reporter is a profession that is easy to be bored, then Rita Skeeter has achieved the pinnacle of this profession. If it were not for the protection regulations for journalists, this woman would have been killed by a group of wizards whose lives were affected by her random fabrications. Torn to shreds.

However, even though this woman is very annoying, I have to say that her writing is excellent, and it is considered her ability to rewrite a sentence of no more than ten characters into a half-length newspaper.Harry sat on the sofa, reading today's headline in the Daily Prophet, "True heroes are no match for corrupt hearts."

It's just a day, and that woman is really good at making up things and appealing to the masses.

Yesterday, the second day Sirius and the others came back from the Ministry of Magic, a small bar in the Muggle world...

"Hello, Mr. Potter." A woman with exaggerated jewel-encrusted eyes sat across from Harry.

"Hello, Ms. Rita Skeeter." Since Harry himself was underage, he had to drink aging potions in order to enter the bar.

"Well, I don't know what your letter means..." Skeeter was a little flustered when he thought of the title of Miss Beetle in the letter.

"It's nothing interesting. As far as I know, Miss Skeeter is a very talented person, although sometimes she uses it in a less bright way." She took a sip of the wine lightly, and the taste was really pleasant.

"I don't know what Mr. Potter needs me to do." Skeeter heard that the pseudo-adult in front of him was holding his own excuses and asking himself to do something for him.

"Not a big deal, just heard that our honorable Secretary Connelly is not always very wise economically." The bar is really good, have another drink.

"Indeed, as a minister, his salary is indeed a bit higher." Isn't it the property of your godfather's family?As for sending me threatening letters!Skeeter decided to go back and spread today's fears on Connelly.

"Then, I hope Miss Rita Skeeter has a good time at work." He raised his glass and touched Skeeter, and happily drank the third glass of whiskey.

After walking out of the bar, Skeeter immediately found a place where no one was around to remove pedestrians, while Harry continued to stroll on the street. After all, besides the smell of alcohol, the effects of the aging agent had not yet passed.

Since the first time I drank in my life was three glasses of whiskey, that is