94 hp Diagon Alley

His butt bared his teeth.

On the return train, the twins pulled Gwen into Harry's compartment.

"Harry, we have to tell the truth." Fred and George demanded solemnly that Harry produce the Marauder's Map.Gwen was able to see the true face of this treasure—a piece of tattered kraft paper.

"What truth?" Ron couldn't help asking.

"The truth is, for years we've thought little Ronnie was in a relationship with a kid named Peter we didn't know—"

"—they sleep together almost every day—"

"—As a family member, although it is difficult to understand for a while—"

"—but we love him and have to accept everything about little Ronnie—"

"—including his lover Peter."

Ron jumped up to fight the two vicious twin brothers, but was stopped by Hermione and Harry, or he would have been beaten up by them.

Fred looked at Ron who was pressed on the seat with regret, "So, we think you can ask Sirius for advice during the vacation. I heard that he and Lupine made this map together."

Hermione thought it was rare for them to say something of value, "Yes, Harry. If Sirius can break into Hogwarts, so can everyone else. This map should serve as a warning to all outsiders who enter the school's castle ..."

"Here she goes again..." Ron said silently to Harry.

Harry retorted immediately, "But Sirius was there to protect me..."

"But not necessarily others." Hermione pointed out sharply.

"He's a good guy..." Harry's voice trailed off.

"We used to think that Scabbers was an ordinary mouse. Bad guys don't just walk into Hogwarts through the main entrance with my face written on their face." Hermione said firmly.

This time Gwen also agreed with her point of view, "Maybe we can change the color of the name? The students of the four colleges are of four colors, and the professors are individually made in gold. Make Filch's name bigger and bolder, preferably at the back." Put a string of exclamation points! So next time..."

"Gwen!" Hermione sternly stopped her from uttering any thoughts that might violate the school rules.

"Scared me to death, I almost thought Professor McGonagall was sitting across from me." Gwen patted her chest, "Honestly, Harry. Although I don't know who might threaten your safety, you, you A few," she pointed to the three little wizards, "you will always encounter dangerous things. I think Sirius must have a way to update the Marauder's Map."

Then she reluctantly returned the parchment to Harry, "What a magic prop, George Fred and I couldn't make such a good prop in ten years. Can you add an age after the name? I always I wonder how old Professor Binns is..."

"...he's a ghost, Gwen, how do you know the age of a ghost?" Ron commented rudely.

"Can you put a pink line between lovers?"

Now even Hermione is eager to try, but obviously she is thinking more realistically, "What if there is a complicated relationship between them? For example, several lines connect many people..."

"I really don't understand witches." Fred sighed heavily, and then he looked at the three boys younger than him (including George), "I remind you again, children, Mrs. Weasley's famous saying— Don't mess with witches."

"It can also be said to be Dad's life creed." George added.

The steam-breathing old train slowly rolled into platform nine and three-quarters.The students dragging their suitcases saw a figure they never expected.

For the first time, Harry was genuinely happy to have someone pick him up at the platform.

"He looks better," Gwen told George. "He was like 110 pounds before."

George happened to see the Weasleys next to Sirius. "It's not good enough. If he falls into my mother's hands, he will have to eat five meals a day."

Gwen showed a look of envy and worry, "Who would refuse Mrs. Weasley's home-cooked food? No wonder Harry grew up so fast last holiday."

"If you want," George stood still before parting ways with Gwen, and issued a sincere invitation, "Ron also said just now that Dad's friend got some tickets for the Quidditch World Cup. You can come to me first. Stay at home, and then we will go to the game together, mom always wants you to be a guest."

"I would love to, George." Gwen waved to the old Mr. Ollivander in the distance, and hugged the twins, "But Garrick has a very important task for this year's holiday—starting preparations during the World Cup, Next time. Have a nice holiday, friends!"

Fred was still blowing his beard and staring, but now he could only pat his brother on the shoulder, "I don't think she's interested in Quidditch."

"Shut up, Fred. She comes to every house game."

"That's to see Katie, and our chic figure."

George thought about it for a while, "Well, at least she's not uninterested in me." Then he covered Fred's gagging mouth and said to himself, "And we have a whole vacation, we can Used to develop Weasley's magic tricks."

On the other side, Harry saw Sirius who was graceful like a statue of David, and felt that his footsteps seemed to be flying lightly.

"Sirius! I thought you couldn't..."

The handsome wizard gave him a big manly hug, "The Ministry of Magic is under a lot of pressure, they solved all my procedures in almost one day. And I think Hogwarts students need family members to pick them up, James' parents used to wait here for our holidays too - I think we all don't think your aunt and uncle are family, do we?"

"Of course, they didn't come, did they?" After walking out of the platform, Harry stretched his neck and looked around. Except for secretly looking at their other wizarding families and a few blushing Muggles, he didn't see Uncle Vernon's appearance. Body like a ball.

"No, I'll go over there and tell them I'll pick you up, that coward, trembled when he saw me." Sirius smiled maliciously.

"Of course, they would be happier if they knew I wasn't going back." Harry tentatively tentatively said that he might be able to go directly to his house with his godfather, his home, other than Hogwarts and the Burrow. a home.

"About this, Harry." Sirius stroked his well-groomed beard unnaturally, "We need to have a good talk."

Harry's heart sank, thinking of going back to that icy place, he wished he could pack up and take the train back to Hogwarts with the good mood just now.

Sirius took his shoulders, like an elder and a friend, "Things are a little complicated. I just inherited the house of the Black family, and believe me, it's definitely not a good place—"

"—I don't care, I mean, I want to live with you," said Harry eagerly, his neck blushing.

"I understand, I understand." Sirius was also a little excited, "but I can't let you live in it like this, there are too many traces of black magic, and it is too unsafe for an underage wizard. Don't worry, Lupine is now There is no place to go, I advised him to move in with me, before you come, we need to repair and repair that old house." He mentioned that place with a look of disgust on his face.

Harry's heart fluttered again, "Lupine is with us too, that's great..."

"Also," Sirius' black eyes looked a little sad, "Dumbledore talked to me about your scar."

Harry touched the lightning bolt on his forehead and saw nothing wrong with it.

Sirius, like a big lost dog, forced a smile and said their decision, "Dumbledore didn't want to tell you so early, but I think you have a right to know. Lily gave you a lasting protection, blood The bond of your mother is your greatest protection, and it is still flowing in your blood until you are 17 years old. As long as you still call the place where your mother's blood exists, you will not be disturbed or harmed by Voldemort there."

This is the first time that Harry really realizes what his parents have done to protect him, and the arrival of his godfather and the truth about blood protection pretty much make up for the meaning of a family he never had in the past.

"So," said Sirius with relief, "do me a favor. Give your poor godfather the time to tidy up his old house—to hide some of my little secrets from my youth, Harry. You Stay on Privet Drive for two weeks, may I pick you up?"

Harry didn't expect to get so much good news in the summer when he was almost 14 years old, so he nodded in satisfaction immediately.With the heroic pace of seeing death as home, he returned to the Dursleys' house accompanied by Sirius.

The Quidditch World Cup and the Dark Mark

Gwen and the twins seem to be very busy this summer.Every day, Mr. Ollivander holds a book that can be half the height of a person, constantly instilling knowledge about wands to Gwen, especially the wands made by the Ollivander family.It's almost a month since the 15-year-old girl, who was supposed to be enjoying a good holiday, has seen the sun.Finally, the owl from the wand shop brought Gwen the letter she was looking forward to.

"Dear Gwen,

Fred and I took the time to write this letter.Last month we started taking mail order - a Weasley's magic trick - and the orders were filling our room.We're going to take the gadgets to school when school starts, and I'm enclosing one of our old friends, I think you'll like it.

You can hardly imagine that when mother came into the house, she saw a pile of order sheets, and there was a long list of good ones.