[HP] Hogwarts students

By the time we had finished decorating the tall, bushy Christmas tree, the room was packed with Sirius, Lupine, and Mr. Weasley discussing the Ministry of Magic and Pedillo.

I absent-mindedly lit the strings of light strips and listened in on their conversation.

"—disappeared, the Ministry of Magic insists he fled abroad—"

"It's impossible, he will never be far away from the native country where he can hear the news of the mysterious person..."

"Be careful—a few wizards have found Dumbledore these days—"

Unconsciously, the work in the hands of the four of us stopped, and everyone leaned against the door frame in silence to eavesdrop on the slightest news, until Mrs. Weasley suddenly appeared and drove us out of the drawing room.

"Go and tidy up the ground floor rooms! I can't believe Sirius has lived here with Harry for so long—"

After she chased us away, she took Ginny back to the kitchen.Showing superb culinary magic, she just waved her wand, and a set of heavy knives flew up automatically, dividing the work into cutting meat and vegetables, while she herself looked after the broth on the stove, and Ginny tidied up the closet All the dishes available in the kitchen were placed on the table one by one.

"They don't tell me anything." Harry mechanically removed the ancient ornaments from the shelf, and said with some frustration, "What a good idea, I was kept in the dark, and I never knew that my parents were killed." Killing, where is the culprit who framed the godfather, and does he also want to kill me?"

The atmosphere was tense for a moment, Hermione glanced at me in a panic, then turned to look at Ron.

Ron cleared his throat. "Yeah - grown-ups always do that. But, Harry - you, you can't do much."

"That's right!" Hermione added hastily, "We just need to wait until Pedilu is caught by the dementors and then sent back to Azkaban!"

Harry looked back at us, from Ron to Hermione, from Hermione to me.

I quietly took out the newly purchased ornaments and decorations, and placed them on the emptied shelves one by one.The bright colors add a lot of vitality to the old and dark corners, making people feel much happier after seeing it.

"What do you say?" Harry asked me suddenly, which also attracted the attention of the other two.

"I'm willing to cast a spell on him again." I shrugged, "But we're not professional Aurors, how can we take the initiative to track down Pediru's whereabouts?"

"That means I will be locked up in the school, and as long as I go out alone, it will be equivalent to waiting for death?" Harry began to dig into the corner, he has always had this stubborn old problem.

"Then why don't we improve our own strength?" I raised the corners of my mouth and raised my eyebrows, "As long as you are ready to fight, so what if you go out alone? If you wave your wand, Peddy will be killed." Did Lu fly?"

Hermione's eyes lit up: "This is a good idea! We can practice spells in private, and we can also train our responses to battles."

"Uh, yes. But where do we practice? The break room?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"Did we hear someone looking for the practice room?"

"Perhaps they said 'potty room.'"

The voices of Fred and George sounded from the entrance of the hall, making a homophonic joke by the way.Harry slowed down his scrubbing of the shelves, and spoke more easily: "Yeah - we're talking about how to practice Defense Against the Dark Arts or Charms, but it's not going to make someone's waistband disappear in the lounge. "

"We have nothing against it. In fact, I'm probably more eager than you to make this interesting thing happen." Fred said with a smile, playing with a golden locket with a string on the top of the box. A shiny gold chain.

"But if you need a secluded and strong room, maybe we can help." George also dragged a garbage bag, which was full of messy bottles and cans.

We put down what we had in our hands and went around. Fred and George always knew more than us, after all, they had enough time and energy to explore every corner of the castle.

"Filch lost most of his cleaning tools at the time—" "—we hid them."

"He went to the corridor on the eighth floor, where there is a giant tapestry."

"Then he stood in place and walked around the vase in circles as if under the Imperius Curse."

"We saw with our own eyes that there was an old door in that white wall, and when Filch opened it, there was a narrow utility room filled with all kinds of cleaning tools."

"And when we compared the map in our hands, we found that when he walked into this utility room, his name disappeared-and there was no portrait of this room on it."

Fred and George looked at each other very mysteriously.But Ron snorted disdainfully: "Are you asking us to practice in the utility room? - Also, did he confiscate that map from you?"

"Shut up, Ron," said Fred impatiently.And George continued what he said just now: "After he left, the door disappeared. Fred and I studied it for several days, and finally understood the mystery of this so-called 'room of request'."

"The Room of Requirement?" Harry asked curiously.Fred nodded, frowning and said, "This room is very strange. It wasn't until we started researching that it showed a broom closet when we were trying to avoid Filch."

"It's like when you're wandering around and you're thinking about something like crazy, or you need a certain space and object," George said, "it will appear, and it will appear in the room with the things and rooms you want. in front of you."

"If you need a training room for your spells, put that in your head and walk around the tapestry three times."

Wow.I can't wait to go back to school now, so that I can rush to the corridor on the eighth floor and walk around the giant tapestry three times.Harry and Ron also clenched their fists, looking eager to try, only Hermione muttered something, frowning, not knowing what she was thinking.

Fred stood there, tossing the locket around, and I grabbed the chain and asked, "Where did this come from?"

"Mom told us to find work ourselves." Fred squinted and tried to pull the locket back, but I held it firmly in my hand. "We'll ask Sirius."

"He said we could help clean the glass cabinet. There is a lot of garbage in it." George unfolded the garbage bag in his hand and showed us a look. Sure enough, there were a lot of dusty things, a few ugly snuff bottles, paint peeling off Music boxes and assorted silverware.

I tried to open the locket, but it was heavy and there was no gap at all.Ron took the hand and shook it by his ear, and asked curiously, "What's in it?"

"I don't know. We tried to open it many times, but it didn't work." Fred shrugged. "Even Sirius tried it, but it still fits perfectly."

Hermione tried to tap the surface of the locket with her wand, and said a few spells, but the locket was still sleeping quietly in her palm, without any response.

"I think there must be something in the box." Harry said solemnly, "There are many strange things like it in this house. The last time Sirius was bitten by a silver snuff box, there was sarcoid powder in it." .”

"Then—hey! What are you doing!" he yelled suddenly, getting up in a hurry and snatching the garbage bag from George's hand.That's when we found out - there was a house-elf hiding behind the garbage bag.

It is older and uglier than the elves I have ever seen. There are a lot of white hairs growing out of its two big bat-like ears, and its fleshy nose is so big that it looks like a pig's nose. Holding the other side of the garbage bag tightly, showing gloomy and frightened eyes.

"Let go! Kreacher!" Harry yelled angrily, but Kreacher could only withdraw his hands trembling with tears in his eyes, muttering something in a low voice.Just when we were all feeling a little sorry for him (Hermione almost asked Harry to let go of his hand), the voice of its mouth became louder, and the bullfrog-like hoarse, low-pitched voice spewed out swear words I had never heard before, He scanned all of us with hateful eyes, and then his eyes settled on my hand.

"—another new girl...Kreacher doesn't recognize...but the Mudblood smell is strong around her...and the brats who are obviously old scum, rude and weird guys— "

"What did you say?!" Ron growled angrily, but Hermione stopped him.

But at this time Kreacher paused, and replied in a relatively clear voice: "Kreacher didn't say anything, young master." Then, it said in a more vague tone: "... a bunch of useless, Just like this, a group of scum was led in by the old prodigal son, ruining my mistress's noble house...my poor mistress...even the treasures in the house will be thrown out..."

Apparently it thought that we couldn't hear the words behind it, so we all looked at each other and stood there in shock.Sirius hurried over and interrupted Kreacher in a rough tone: "What are you doing here?"

"Kreacher is cleaning, master. Kreacher has served the noble Black family all his life—"

"Get out, you've never helped us a bit. We've cleaned all the corners of the room since Harry and I moved in. Now, get out of here, Kreacher."

Kreacher didn't seem to dare disobey the direct order, but when he shuffled out, he gave Sirius a look full of unforgettable hatred, and then turned his gaze to me—to be precise, The locket in my hand.

Then, he started muttering again, and this time Fred slammed the door angrily, blocking out all sound.

"It lost its mind, I don't know when it started..." Sirius muttered, "Since Harry and I came back, it has been making troubles, constantly picking up the garbage we threw out, and hiding it somewhere ..."

"It seems to want this very much." I held up the locket in my hand, "I've looked at it a few times."

"That should belong to my mother." Sirius looked at the locket with disgust, "He wants to keep everything here, but it seems useless to me, I wish I could pack them all up and throw them out .”

"If he really wants it, it's better to give it to him." Hermione said with pity, "He has lost his respected master, and now he can only rely on these emotionless objects to maintain his memory. How pitiful!"

The performance of the boys looked incredible, and Ron yelled directly: "Hermione, are you crazy? It just called you..."

"I know what it just said," interrupted Hermione impatiently, "but it was because his mistress thought that way, not his own, you know?"

"I don't see any difference," said Harry.

"Let's bring these things to it in a while, and let it pick some that it wants to keep, shall we?" Hermione looked at Sirius expectantly, and then turned to me.

After getting the helpless consent of Sirius, I hung the locket around my neck: "I'll give him this later."