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I was at home for a week—not a very pleasant one, with Mom and Dad taking turns at home, but they were constantly busy with their own affairs, locked in the room and talking to other people's Patronuses.I have no way to sneak into the basement for the usual entertainment activities during the summer vacation. I can only stare blankly at the remaining half of the Legilimency Notebook in the suitcase—I don’t even want to touch it. Like a vicious prophecy prepared for my relationship with Draco, I feel a dull pain in my stomach when I think about it, and then my head starts to ache when I think that the second half of the notebook is still in Draco's hands.

When I got home, my mother borrowed my Vivienne. Although she made many excuses to say that she needed an owl to deliver the news for her, I knew what she wanted to do. She was worried that I would talk to Della Ke keeps in touch as before, accidentally says something that shouldn't be said - but what can I say?A week passed and I only realized that I was not alone in the house only by looking at the steaming food on the table. I even suspected that they cast a listening spell outside the room to prevent me from leaking the news.

However, it was really unnecessary. I lay on the bed and watched several pieces of the ceiling fall off because of the explosion of the cauldron above my head. I felt as if a thorn was slowly growing in my heart.

A week later, I was carrying my suitcase, following behind my mother who was looking around vigilantly.She's cut her long crimson hair short so it doesn't hang so loosely around her waist, and I like her better the way she used to be.

"Where are we going?" I asked. She just knocked on my door last night and gently asked me to pack my luggage for going back to Hogwarts. For a moment, I thought this summer vacation was lucky to end early because it was too boring. up.But the place she took my entourage to manifest was undoubtedly very far away from King's Cross Station, and my mother didn't answer my question immediately, she kept looking around, her wand was always pointed forward steadily, ready to enter a battle at any time.

"Liz, follow me." She cast a Levitation Charm on my suitcase to lift it off the ground a little, and trotted me along.We walked through several remote alleys and gradually walked to a more open place, but the houses around us gave off a weird and gloomy atmosphere in the evening sun. We walked through a place that seemed to have been neglected for a long time The lawn, a few rusty metal seats are dirty, I don’t think any passer-by would like to sit on them to rest, the surrounding houses only have a few scattered lights from the windows, and the steps in front of several houses are piled up Garbage, with an unpleasant smell in midsummer.

"We got here a little early," Mom whispered anxiously, "but I guess it's okay... Come on, Liz, read this note, don't say it aloud, just think about it in your head."

She handed me a tightly rolled piece of parchment, on which was written in long, thin circles in circles: "Order of the Phoenix Headquarters at 12 Grimmauld Place, London."

I was taken aback, and just silently read this sentence following the note. It seemed that something suddenly popped out between the two houses in front of me—a door popped out of nowhere, and the two houses were forcibly closed. Squeezing to the sides, I noticed that their house numbers were 11 and 13 respectively.In the next second, the broken stone steps appeared on my mother and I reluctantly. The crooked number plate on the door that just appeared just now said "12". It looked older than the surrounding buildings, but because it was very There seems to be no sense of disobedience in the dilapidation.

"There will be steps..." Mom said to me, who didn't figure out anything, "but those aren't for you, Liz, and promise Mom not to think about it, okay?"

I didn't know what she was talking about, so I just nodded blankly and watched her tap on the door with her wand.I heard the sound of a lot of metal banging behind the door. It seemed that many rusty chains were rubbing heavily, and the door creaked open.

"Come in," she whispered, as if afraid to wake something up. "Stay close to Mommy, don't touch anything—don't touch anything."

I almost tripped over the threshold and walked into the hall in the dark. It seemed that none of the last sunset outside the window could enter this eerie house. I smelled a damp smell reminiscent of decaying medicinal herbs.Before I could get used to it, several bright lights suddenly appeared in front of me, and then a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall were lit up, and I barely saw that this was a corridor.

"Alastor." Mom looked relieved, "It's me, is Sev back?"

"He's been in the meeting room a while after he arrived." The thump of the wooden leg on the floor brought back unpleasant memories, even though I knew that Moody was Barty Crouch Jr. , but when that big blue eyeball on his face looked at me, I took a step back and felt nauseous again.

"Your daughter," I heard Moody say, "I don't really think it's a good idea for her to come here, I've heard she used to be very close to that Death Eater kid, if—"

"Alastor—"

"You don't have to worry about this." I numbly interrupted my mother, "First, I have no contact with him; second, my mother has confiscated my owl; third, you can search what I brought , I only brought books and clothes to avoid trouble—do I need to unpack my suitcase?"

"Liz, it's not because Mom doesn't trust you—" Mom turned around in a panic.

I kicked the suitcase violently, and dumped everything inside on the dirty carpet: "You can check it casually."

Mad-Eye Moody's blue eyes swiveled wildly, and I'm sure he scanned me all over, and then at the pile of books and clothes on the floor before sidling out of the hallway behind him.

"Girl, it's not that I don't trust you." I threw the dusty and cobweb-smeared luggage into the box and dragged it silently behind them toward you, Moody said gruffly. Say, "I haven't really taught you a lesson, but I know your mother, she doesn't raise children who go astray, she is good at rescuing people who almost go astray, like your father. But At least vigilance is necessary, especially at this time... You can't imagine what kind of dirty methods those Death Eaters will use to pry into our interior. Of course, their rhetoric is very confusing to young wizards, this is not--"

"About this matter, I thought I had relayed Dumbledore's words to you, Mad-Eye." I heard my father's voice, dark and angry, "Do you still feel that you are in the box now?" Has he developed a sharper sense of judgment than his after being locked in a box by Death Eaters for a full year?"

"Severus!" Mom snapped, "Alastor was just doing his job, he wasn't trying to make things difficult for Liz! He checked on the other kids when they came, and you shouldn't say these things in front of kids Alastor, Sev, he just... He felt that he didn't protect Liz well before, and he didn't stay by her side after that, he was unhappy... Liz, don't think too much, of course mom and dad trust you , Dumbledore also trusts you, this house cannot be entered unless someone he trusts."

I'm glad that a bunch of people rushed down the stairs at this time, so that I didn't say "it's really my honor" that had reached my throat.I don't know why I became like this. It seems that suddenly I am no longer a cute cat who wants to be docile and snuggle with my mother all day long. Instead, I can read a kind of distrust from their various behaviors. And yelling at this suspicion - all of a sudden it seems like my past has become a disgraceful blot and I need to cover it up - so why should I know Draco Malfoy as a child Woolen cloth?Why hasn't anyone come to tell me since I was a child that you shouldn't be friends with him, and you should keep a distance from him?

"Alice!" Hermione rushed up and hugged me with a low cry, "We've been waiting for so long, I almost thought you wouldn't be here until tomorrow!"

"Watch out girl!" came a witch wearing a monocle lens down the stairs, her bushy eyebrows furrowed slightly, her gray hair tied in a tight bun - instantly reminiscent of Professor McGonagall . "You hurry upstairs—Harry, tell Tallus that if he doesn't know how to be a host, I'm going to consider confiscating his Firebolt."

"Oh, I'm sorry Mrs. Black." Hermione let go of me with some unease, and Harry behind her smiled at me.

"Talus and Ron are upstairs, they are still being dragged to work as coolies." Harry took my suitcase and stuck out his tongue at Hermione, "Talus just played with a bitch. It was discovered by his mother... It's best not to mess with the adults at this time, they seem to be going crazy anytime, anywhere. Come, this way... Where's Vivian?"

"Expropriated by my mother." I said simply.

He seemed to have grown a few more inches, and his head kept getting tangled in the dangling cobwebs.Hermione and Harry led me tiptoe past two long, bug-ridden curtains that seemed to contain something they were afraid to wake up.Going around a large umbrella stand that looked like it was made from a broken leg of a troll, and walking up the dark stairs, I saw a whole row of house-elf heads hanging on the plaque The house seemed even more ominous and eerie.

"Hey, come?" Tallus sat straddling a stair rail that looked like it was about to collapse at any moment, his long legs dangling, and a dirty rag in his hand, "Come help, my mother said If we don't clean up the place after the meeting, I won't have dinner."

"Who told you to catch that vixen? You don't have gloves on yet!" Hermione walked sideways and carefully walked around a collapsed step. "We'll take Alice to the room and come here! Where's Ron?"

"While he was cleaning the cupboard, he found a nest of spiders the size of a saucer." Tallus wiped his face with his dirty hands nonchalantly. "Probably still upstairs in the bathroom. Ginny is watching him."

"Who else is here?" Everyone spoke in a low voice, and I unconsciously imitated their tone and spoke.

"Welcome to the Grimaud Youth Summer Camp," Tallus said gloomily. "I don't know which adult came up with the idea. They're too busy fighting You-Know-Who and think we don't have the power to protect ourselves at home alone ("We Not really," said Hermione, and Talus rolled a huge eye), so their solution was to round us up so they could leave one person at a time to watch over us ("on duty to secure Order headquarters !"), carrying out their - not a single word of it to us anyway - top-secret operation without any worries."

"Harry and I were the first to arrive. Of course, this was originally our family's house. It's an old house. I never thought I would live in it one day. It sounds like a nightmare." Tallou Stein flipped off the banister lightly and walked in the front, "Then Hermione and Ron came over, and Fred George - only us students who have to live here."

"Isn't Neville coming?" I asked. "Isn't he the one who should be protected the most?"

"My mother even wanted to take Neville straight back to our house for the summer." Harry turned and whispered, "but Dumbledore insisted that Neville stay at his uncle's, but we reckon he's coming soon too." , We overheard some things before, and I will talk to you in detail after you settle down."

Walking down the dimly lit landing, we were outside a room, and Hermione turned the bedroom doorknob in the shape of a snake's head.There was a window in the room, but it could not be seen clearly, and it seemed to be more than half glued with some unpleasant things.A squat witch was using a wand to conjure clean sheets and pillowcases, which jumped onto a single bed that had just been bare.

"Molly Weasley." She shook my hand with a smile, and then suddenly came to her senses, "So the downstairs is already here? Merlin, why didn't they remind me! I've already made the bed Pack it up and get some rest, it's more comfortable than it looks—Hermione, you and Ginny tell Alice where the luggage is, I have to go downstairs!"

She hurriedly patted Hermione on the shoulder, and then disappeared through the door of the room like a gust of wind, without me even being able to say a polite "Mrs. Weasley".

"I'll help Alice pack the luggage, and you and Tallus will continue to clean the stairs." Hermione instructed the two boys, "You can't stand here and watch us arrange the girls' clothes, can you?"

"At your command, sir." Talus made a funny gesture, and put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "Let's go buddy—you can watch a summer vacation, don't worry about it for a while."

I only brought half a suitcase with me, and the other half was full of books.But it took us a long time to clean up the mess I just dumped on the ground.Hermione sighed that if Mrs. Weasley was still here she would have taken care of all the nasty stains in a second, and the two of us were still fighting the last stubborn cobwebs on our robes until Ginny pushed open the door. As if stuck there by some spell.

"Is Ron okay?" Hermione tried to clean it up again, shook her head in disappointment after seeing the spider webs that hadn't changed, and turned to Ginny.

"Not very well." Ginny lay down on her cot, "a spider crawled down his arm all the way up to his neck—no matter how much I tried to persuade him, he felt that the spider went straight through The ability to get his skin directly into the mouth of the throat, and retching on the toilet all the time-of course, it cannot be ruled out that he is lazy and doesn't want to clean up those cabinets anymore."

"Go and see him." Seeing Hermione's worried expression, I hurriedly said, "I don't wear this robe often, so it's fine if it gets dirty."

There was an awkward silence in the room after she left, and the only interaction Ginny and I had at school was that we were friends with Hermione.When we were all around Hermione, we could chat and talk naturally, but we were hardly alone, and she spent most of her time with the girls who were a year below us.

"Sounds like Fred and George are Apparating in the house again." There was a short explosion outside the door, and Ginny looked at the ceiling calmly, "You've got to get used to them coming out of nowhere at any moment, you can't You can't scream and touch something you shouldn't because of panic."

"Okay." Although I still don't know what should not be touched, but since the whole house looks like it has been cursed, I nodded.

"I heard the conversation you had with Mad-Eye when you entered the door. It wasn't intentional. The floor I was assigned to clean was right above your heads. There was a big hole in the floor. It's hard not to hear it." She Turned to look at me, "He did the same thing when we came, he also used Fred and George's funny looking glass as a great dark magic item, and confiscated a lot of things from them... I don't even know about them Where do you get the money to buy those things. It's just...you know what I'm trying to say?"

"I know," I forced a smile at her, "thanks."

"Then don't frown, cheer up." She said not very politely, "We have something to do, we finally cleaned most of the bedrooms, but the living room hasn't been moved at all, only Merlin knows there are still What a disgusting thing, mother says she's sure there's a whole brood of vixens hiding under a curtain."

It wasn't until dinner that I finally understood what "don't touch" was. After a young witch came out of the conference room, she tripped over the umbrella stand made of the giant's thigh. She apologized repeatedly, but before she could stand When we got up, we heard a blood-curdling scream when we went downstairs-I thought for a moment that someone downstairs was attacked, but when I pulled out my wand, I found that Hermione and the others just covered their ears with a calm expression , seems to have become commonplace.

The screams seemed to be relayed, and only then did I realize that the two velvet curtains full of insect eyes that I passed by when I went up the stairs before had been pulled back. Seeing clearly that it was a wrinkled old man whose voice awakened other sleeping portraits in the house, I felt my ears begin to congeal.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The young witch tried to drag the huge and cumbersome troll leg back to its original position, and Mrs. Weasley, who tried unsuccessfully to close the curtain, turned around and began to cast stunners on the other portraits. Another door burst out, and Tallus jumped to his feet and ran to his aid.

The old man whose eyes were dim just now seemed to wake up in an instant. She stared at the big and small people in front of her with wide eyes, and said sharply: "You—you prodigal son! How dare you come back with a group of people who don't know where they came from?" The filth defiled my ancestral home—”

"Shut up!" Tallus yelled. "Do you think anyone wants to come back?"

This sentence seems to have had the opposite effect. The old lady's eyes filled with tears for a moment, and she shouted viciously: "Okay! Look at the ones you raised - carved in the same mold as you - all scum ! All a disgrace! I don't have your—”

"Shut up." Before she finished speaking, the tall black-haired man and Talus finally closed the curtain with the help of another familiar voice. There is still a lingering sound.

"For Merlin's sake, Nymphadora." The black-haired man tied up his messy long hair, which made him look like an adult version of Tallus, "Why can't you see How about an umbrella stand that big?"

"Not next time! Don't call me Nymphadora for my mistakes!" muttered the young witch, and I was surprised to see her hair change from violet to a pale pink. "I'm going to the kitchen Help - Ouch!"

She almost knocked over the umbrella stand that had just been placed just now, and Professor Lupine next to her—that is, the familiar voice and shadow just now took her aside.

"You'd better take a break, Tonks." Professor Lupine seemed to be getting older again. He was obviously the same age as his parents, but his hair had turned gray, but he still had that reassuring and reliable smile on his face. "I think you're exhausted from duty."

The witch's hair has now turned into a dazzling red. I'm sure I'm not mistaken. How did she manage to transform her body so easily?

"Come down quickly, children, and be careful not to wake up those paintings again." Lupine politely let go of the young witch, turned around and smiled at us. In an instant, I had the illusion that I was back in the third grade , "Alice, long time no see."

"Oh! This is Lily's daughter!" The witch came over enthusiastically (everyone stared at her in fear, fearing that she would knock something down again), "It's more beautiful than I imagined, God, I have to imagine how I can change myself I can't make such a beautiful face. Hello, I'm Tonks!"

"Nymphadora Tonks," Tallus added, "her mother is my father's cousin."

"Just call me Tonks." Tonks said quickly, and I watched curiously as her hair slowly returned to violet. "Don't call me Nymphadora."

"God, who can tell that this is Snape's daughter?" Tonks was still looking at me carefully, "Is it Sirius?" Sirius Black instead of Sirius Black]

The dark-haired wizard frowned slightly at the sound of my father's name, but still motioned to me.Talus stood proudly beside him and introduced me (it doesn't really matter, anyone can see that they are father and son, as the portrait said, they were carved in the same mold) This is his Father.

Through a door, you come to a room as dark and deep as the hall above. It seems that people really don’t want to eat here. Those heavy iron pots and iron pans don’t feel like they are used to cook food for people. .A lot of messy chairs surrounded a long table, and my mother hurried over and gave me a hug.

"Mom and Dad both have some tasks to do." She kissed my forehead, "Dad's time is tight and he's leaving first, Liz, promise Mom to stay here, okay?"

"I won't trouble them." I looked into her eyes exactly like mine and said, "You don't have to worry about me."

"Let's have a chat, okay?" She reached out and smoothed the hair around my ear, "I'm sorry, Mom knows you're sad—"

"I didn't." I avoided her eyes, "I'm fine...don't worry about me, you should be fine, I'll wait for you and Dad to come back here."

"We'll take care of her, Lily." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, "Don't worry."

"Yes, we promise," said Harry, and Mom looked at him and me with a smile.

"Then Amelia and I won't be having dinner, Molly," she said to Mrs. Weasley. "You and Fiona, please."

"Should be." It was only then that I noticed that Mrs. Potter was directing a large pot of onion soup on the other side, and she didn't turn around, "I need someone to help me--no, Tonks you Just rest, Harry and Hermione come and help me."