Chinese students at Hogwarts.

The leaden sky was covered with dark clouds. After autumn, the light rain brought a hint of coolness.

Several people did not hold umbrellas, letting the light rain fall on them.

After a while, the hair was covered with tiny water droplets.

They lowered their heads and mourned in front of the tombstone for a while, then took a deep look and turned to leave.

The dead are gone, and what the living have to do is continue on the road they have not yet completed.

"Come on, I feel very bad now and I really want a drink."

The tips of Sirius' hair in front of his forehead were dotted with small water droplets. His face was pale, and jagged stubble grew wildly around his lips. He looked decadent and lonely.

"A drink? What a good idea, Sirius. It's a very nice thing to have a drink in this weather."

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, and Zhang Xiao put his hand on it.

Disapparation is such a convenient magic. I really want to learn it.

With the crackling sound, the ancient cemetery became empty again, and the silvery drizzle rushed to fill the empty space.

Contentedly occupying the entire cemetery.

The old house of the Black family has completely changed, and Zhang Xiao's elves have faithfully completed their mission.

The floor became brighter, and there were many more magic candles in the whole room. These candles emitted light comparable to light bulbs, illuminating the whole room brightly.

All the moldy and rotten wallpapers on the walls were replaced with new ones. Although the portraits could not be moved, they were polished as clean as new. Many Muggle oil paintings were actually found in the Black family's warehouse.

So these purebloods may sound grandiose on the surface, but in fact they are more honest than the other.

Just like two years ago, Zhang Chengdao said that he would open up trade exchanges between the East and the West.

Good guy, let’s not mention the declining purebloods for now. Those active purebloods all have companies. The size of the company may vary, but it allows them to enjoy a sufficiently comfortable Muggle life.

As for the "Wizard's Statute of Secrecy" - please, if the secret is leaked, it is a breach of the Statute of Secrecy. If the secret is not leaked, it is a waste of paper.

As long as there are no leaks or questioning from the Ministry of Magic, the purebloods will naturally be able to handle it.

Maybe a little help from magic will be needed in the operation, but who knows?

The whole old house had changed so much that Sirius was stunned for a moment, and then he came to the living room on the second floor.

A roaring fireplace soon filled the living room with warmth.

"Kreacher, go get some wine."

Sirius threw himself into the soft armchair, stared at the roaring fireplace, and whispered.

What happened in the cave before made Kreacher's attitude much better. He no longer cursed Sirius in a low voice, but became a little silent.

Regulus's pendant hung around his neck. They had already read the contents inside, and Sirius only became so decadent after reading the note.

It bent down and bowed deeply to Sirius, then disappeared. When it reappeared, there was already a large tray in its hand, with the mead Dumbledore wanted and Sirius' whiskey on it. .

And non-alcoholic butter beer, this is for Zhang Xiao.

"Ah, in this weather, it would be nice to sit around the fireplace and drink a glass of warm mead."

Dumbledore raised his cup to signal and smiled with enjoyment.

The answer was that Sirius raised his head and drank half a glass of straight whiskey with ice cubes.

After thinking about it, Zhang Xiao still asked:

"Sirius, what are your plans next? Harry will be going to school soon."

Sirius smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said confusedly:

"I have no idea."

Dumbledore rested his elbows on the armrests, tapped the wall of the cup rhythmically with his long fingers, and said softly:

"Sirius, I think Zhang's advice was very good. It's time for you to live your own life.

Harry is growing up very quickly. He is an outstanding little wizard and will have a life of his own soon, you know what I mean. "

Of course Sirius understood that Harry would soon fall in love, get married, and have children of his own, and it would be impossible for him to live with him forever.

Maybe this time will be longer, but people are different after all.

"You are the only one left in the Black family, Sirius."

"But I don't like the Black family. Look at the heads of those elves on the wall and the ridiculous things they do. I-"

"Sirius, it's not the family that decides what a person becomes, it's the people that decide the family, right?

Look, even the oldest and most stubborn Black family still has characters like Andromeda, Alphard, you and Regulus. "

Dumbledore said meaningfully. The firelight in the fireplace was reflected in his half-moon lenses. In Zhang Xiao's opinion, that was the 'flash of wisdom'.

It's not the family that decides the person, it's the person that decides the family.

Sirius leaned forward, holding the wine glass in his hand. Now that I am the only one left in Black, I can decide the direction of the Black family?

"I'm thinking, thinking--"

Zhang Xiao put down his cup and asked politely:

"Professor Dumbledore, some things in the old house have been cast with permanent sticking spells. The elves have nothing to do. Can you help me?"

Dumbledore immediately understood what Zhang Xiao meant, and he said happily:

"of course."

The old man and the young man left a private space for Sirius to think, and slowly went down to the first floor. The escalator here finally stopped creaking and was replaced by a very solid thumping sound.

"Professor, what are you going to do with this pendant?"

"Zhang, your grandfather once told me that he could extract the fragments of Voldemort's soul - oh, it should be called 'po' - without damaging the original thing.

I think maybe we can wait until we find more and ask your grandfather to use that magical spell to keep these precious things. "

Grandpa has ever communicated with the principal like this?

This coincides with my own thinking. It would be a pity to destroy a few things belonging to the founder like this. I should keep them if I can.

But even grandpa probably wouldn't have thought that someone like Voldemort would be split seven times.

The elf head on the wall has been removed.

What remains is the 'Mad Portrait' of old Mrs Black.

"Oh, is it this portrait?" Dumbledore looked at the portrait carefully for a while, and used his wand to trace down the gap between the portrait and the wall with great interest:

"Excellent permanent sticking spell, but that's not why you can't take it off - look here."

Dumbledore suddenly tapped the wall with his wand. Zhang Xiao leaned over, frowned and looked at it for a while, and asked uncertainly:

"Professor, what is this?"

"Strong glue - made from the snot of a magical animal. The effect is very good. It can be called a universal glue. However, the production is limited and the price is expensive. It is very rare on the market."