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"Harry, are you really not going to the Burrow? Ron, they are all there, and Ginny, even if you turned her down, didn't you say you treat her as a sister - the holidays should be spent with peers Well." Sirius couldn't resist asking his godson again, and he had to go out.

The raid on Christmas Eve made the Aurors step up their patrols, but it was a holiday after all—the Aurors were not manned enough for such intensive patrols, and many people made plans to go abroad before the holidays.At this time, the Minister of Magic made an exception and did not wait until the festival to speak.Scrimgeour is a pillar of the iron-blooded main combat faction. After he condemned the inhumanity and terrorism of the Death Eaters, he announced his cooperation with the Order of the Phoenix.

So Sirius got busy - he had to leave his godson alone in the empty old house, hoping he wouldn't feel lonely.

"I heard you seem to have a friend—Bill told me, he heard from Ron—so if you don't mind, you can bring him back." Sirius said hesitantly.

Ron's big mouth!

Harry's eyes widened in horror, and then he remembered that he hadn't revealed his boyfriend's identity, which was a good thing he hadn't—he'd definitely let Ron be the last to know about it!

"I think I'm fine by myself. I still have a lot of homework to do. A lot, I feel like I have to write until the start of school, haha." Harry laughed dryly, and he interrupted the matter indiscriminately.

"Okay," Sirius smiled resignedly, and he stepped forward to hug his godson. "Contact Mirror if there's anything to do." Harry was secretly relieved that he hadn't said much about Harry's friends.

"Stay safe," Harry said, and watched as his godfather let go of him to the fireplace before disappearing into the flames.

He was alone now in Grimmauld Place.

He came back after breakfast in Spider's End on Christmas Day, and happened to bump into Sirius, so that the big dog who had been looking for him since the morning was finally relieved, and he had already put on his coat and was about to go to the principal to find a solution Looking for someone.

Maybe that was the day Sirius found out about his affair, so he asked the others specifically - it was Ron's big mouth, he actually told Bill - did all the Weasleys know, oh, Kim Ni certainly knew.So if one Weasley knows it, everyone knows it!

Harry was sitting on the sofa depressed, and just exhaled, Klitsch appeared in front of him with his hunched back.

"Master Potter, the room you asked for has been cleaned." Kerry bowed and said, "Oh, I hope Master Potter will not be like the prodigal son, if he invites a bunch of pure-blood traitors over, Kerry Do you want to serve them or not?" It began to think about it as if no one was there.

"It's nothing to do with you, go and rest, Kricht." Harry forced a smile, why didn't the old elf give himself a vacation?Now he really wanted to support Hermione's house-elf liberation movement.

At least the house-elves definitely need a vacation to give their masters some time off and enjoy some elf-free time.

"Yes," Kreacher bowed, using so much force that he almost hit his head on the ground, "Oh, Master Harry must be going out, he's thinking about staying out at night before he's an adult, he really doesn't learn well." It snapped away as Harry's face flushed with anger.

"Maybe I should give Klitsch to Snape, Snape will surely be able to cure it." Harry just thought about the thought, then put it away.

He got up and walked to the fireplace, so fast that he was on the other side of the fireplace before he could blink an eye.

"Severus!" Harry slapped his arm, grinned and shouted into the room, then looked around.

Snape came out from the study on the first floor, holding a palm-sized black glass ball in his hand, Harry looked at the ball curiously.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"Hold it." Snape said expressionlessly, his eyelids twitched when he saw the home clothes on Harry, and he threw the ball in Harry's hand, "Hold it with a gentle force —You call it a pinch!" He snorted and corrected Harry's movements repeatedly.

"Oh, oh!" Harry frowned as he looked at the difficult ball in his hand, and the doubts in his heart kept popping up like bath foam.

"What is this for?" He couldn't help asking.

"Calm and focus." Snape uttered two words that quieted Harry and stopped his chatter.

Then he put his hand over Harry's, holding the glassy ball together.

"Feel me." He said softly.

So the warm magic passed from his hand, through Harry's hand, and finally reached the glass ball.

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Harry said sourly: You are so good at a ball.

Snape: I've never seen anyone jealous of a ball, you've opened my eyes.

The ball rolls, rolls, no one cares it rolls away, eh