Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

At this time, No. 12 Grimmauld Place had not yet become a stronghold of the Order of the Phoenix, nor was it protected by the Loyalty Charm. It was just an ordinary wizard's house. Soul and Hermione naturally followed Harry there without any hindrance. Got here.

When Harry, Hermione and Soul pushed open the door of this room with only a fireplace and entered the living room, there were already many people outside.

Not only the two of them, but the Weasley family, Remus Lupin, Ron and the Weasley brothers who were in school were also there.

"Oh, good morning." Mrs. Weasley leaned out of the kitchen, a spatula in her hand.

"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Professor Lupin." The first thing Soul and Hermione did when they arrived here was to say hello to the elders in the living room.

"Hey, you didn't expect that we are here too." The Weasley brothers came forward, and they naturally saw Soul and Hermione holding hands together.

"Wow."

"what's going on."

Thanks to the chirping Weasley brothers, everyone in the living room naturally noticed the clasped hands of Soul and Hermione, and they all smiled in unison.

Hermione realized that she and Soul were still holding hands, and being watched by several people, her little face couldn't stand it anymore, and she quickly took her hand away.

"I...I'm going to the kitchen to see if I can help."

Hermione ran away shyly. .

George winked and bumped Suer with his shoulder, "You two..."

Fred raised his hand and made a gesture of touching his thumbs, which was self-evident.

"Didn't you all see it?" Suer said angrily, "Yes, Hermione is my girlfriend now, officially announced."

"Wow." Fred shook his head and sighed exaggeratedly, "Another poor man captured by love."

"Your freedom will be restricted from now on."

"Pocket money will also be controlled. There are only twenty copper nuts a day."

"Just like our poor dad."

When the Weasley brothers said this, they didn't notice that Mr. Weasley's face behind him had turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"George! Fred!"

"Oh, Dad is angry, we can't talk anymore!" Fred and George quickly covered their mouths and ran away to a place where Mr. Weasley couldn't see them.

There was a burst of good-natured laughter in the living room immediately. It can be said that where the Weasley brothers are around, you never have to worry about the atmosphere becoming cold.

"What are you talking about? It's so lively." Black came down the stairs with a smile on his face. There were suddenly so many people in Black's old house, which had always been deserted. The lively atmosphere made Sirius very happy.

However, the happiness in this house has nothing to do with a house elf. It dragged a tattered cloth bag and passed in front of everyone. It looked at the people in the house with the eyes of a thief and said something in its mouth. He kept mumbling.

"Oh, Kreacher shouldn't be here, to avoid seeing such a terrible scene. Look, what are they here, mudbloods, pure-blood traitors, oh... and one..."

"Kreacher!" Sirius shouted rudely, "Shut your mouth!"

But Kreacher was still mumbling, as if he didn't hear Sirius's angry voice, "If the mistress knew, she would definitely let Kreacher punish her, because Kreacher did not stop these dirty things from tarnishing the noble Black mansion. ..”

"I order you to shut up! Kreacher! Get out of here, you have upset my guests."

When the word "command" popped out of Sirius' mouth, the elf named Kreacher turned to Sirius comically.

"Oh, yes, there is only one left in the Black family--" Kreacher trembled his lips, as if the next words would make it uncomfortable.

It still said with difficulty - "Master."

"Following your orders..." Kreacher bowed to Sirius, turned around, dragged the rag bag, but still didn't close his mouth, speaking at a volume that everyone could hear--- "You are ungrateful and let a group of dirty things step into this place. Kreacher will wash him with clean water several times after they leave..."

"If the mistress knew what the young master had done, she would be very sad."

The house elf left, having finished its welcome speech.

Soul was silent and didn't speak, just looking at Kreacher's back. This elf was hiding a fragment. The locket left by Slytherin was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes...

Blake rolled his eyes at the top of the stairs and sighed heavily. Then, with a smile on his lips, he strode to Sur's side.

"It's great that you can come, Soul." He said, looking around, "Hey, where is the little girl named Hermione?"

"I'm here." Hermione leaned out from the kitchen, her face still flushed, holding a plate with a freshly baked dish in her hand, "Where is the dining room? Mrs. Weasley asked me to put it To the table.”

"Oh, it's upstairs." Blake smiled, pointed to the top of his head, and greeted, "Hurry up, everyone, I've already packed up the upstairs, so don't crowd around here."

Soul didn't quite understand the layout of the dining room and the kitchen on one floor. This was probably the style of a noble pure-blood family mansion.

The tidying up that Blake was talking about was probably just for the restaurant. The road to the restaurant was not easy to walk. There was no light at all. Everyone needed to take out their wands and light it up to avoid being tripped by the thick shelves under their feet.

"Don't touch it, Ron." Harry's voice suddenly sounded. Ron was probably worried that he would trip and was about to use the velvet curtain that covered the wall tightly with a wormhole to provide support for himself. force.

"If you open it, I guarantee you, you won't have any desire to eat later." Harry said, visibly trembling.

Facing the confused eyes of his friends, Harry smiled bitterly, pointed to the restaurant at the end of the corridor, and whispered, "I'll explain to you later."

"Ron, hold my hand."

Compared with the living room downstairs, the dining room here is at least three times larger. It is full of patterns and silverware that highlight the aristocratic atmosphere. It is decorated like a palace, with a long dining room that is enough to accommodate more than twenty people. A long table was placed in the middle.

There are chairs on the side of the long table and a sofa at the end for guests to rest.

The opened curtains let in the daylight from outside, and coupled with the burning candles on the candle holders on the wall, the whole room was much brighter than the corridor.

Hermione put the plate in her hand on the table and said to Soul, "There are still a lot of dishes downstairs. I'll go down and help Mrs. Weasley."

"me and you together."