94 hp Diagon Alley

A lot of trouble. "

Fred went on: "He came home smug - more smug than usual, and told Dad they had offered him a position in Minister Fudge's office. For a fresh out of Hogwarts It's a dream job for a man of one year: assistant minister. I think he's counting on papa to be happy."

"But papa didn't," said George gloomily.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Well, it seems that because Fudge is furious at the Ministry, no one has any contact with Dumbledore." George continued.

"Dumbledore's got a bad reputation in the Ministry these days, you know?" said Fred. "They all think he's deliberately causing trouble by spreading the news that You-Know-Who is back."

"Dad says Fudge made it clear that anyone who has anything to do with Dumbledore can no longer be in the Ministry," said George.

"Dad figured Fudge had Percy in his office to use him to keep an eye on our house—on Dumbledore," said Ron.

Harry whistled softly. "I guess Percy would love to hear that."

Ron let out a hollow laugh. "He was just mad. He said—well, he said a lot of dreadful things. He said he'd been having to fight his way out of papa's bad name ever since he'd been in the Ministry; and he said papa hadn't Ambition, so that we have been living

—you know—I mean there hasn't been much money—”

"What?" said Harry incredulously, and Ginny let out an angry cat-like sound.

"Mum's been restless," said Ron, "you know, crying. She came to London and tried to talk to Percy, but Percy slammed the door shut in her face. I don't know when he was at work." How do you run into your father—probably pretend not to see it."

"But Percy must know that Voldemort is back," Harry said slowly. "He's no fool, and he must know that your parents won't take the risk without proof."

"I think this may be the reason why Dumbledore wanted Diggory to enter the Ministry of Magic." Gwen felt uncomfortable, she didn't think much about the Weasleys and Percy, it made her feel tight and aggrieved— ——Be good for this big family.

Harry took up the topic very cooperatively, "I was so scared. Cedric went to pick me up from Privet Drive. Fortunately, he is fine. I have been afraid of any bad news about him since the holidays." He swiped his wand Knocking on his jeans, the sparks that came out made Gwen terrified. "He whispered to me as soon as we met that he remembered everything, and explained something - presumably Fudge's condition for accepting him into the Ministry of Magic was to shut him up."

"I'm not surprised at all." Ron snorted sarcastically.

"But at least we know he's working for Dumbledore." Harry didn't look offended. "I mean, there's some of us in the Ministry, and they all look good, Tonks and Kim Sly."

Before dinner, several people also discussed Harry being attacked by a dementor. This thrilling experience made Gryffindors pale.Hermione said to Harry for the third time, "They can't fire you, it's against the rules." As if that would comfort Harry, and comfort herself.

Harry, who had already lived in Grimmauld Place for a summer vacation, was obviously more familiar with the structure of the house than the others. He quickly demonstrated several secret passages and trap doors for everyone, but no surprise, the road leading to the conference room was was blocked.

"Sirius must have done it." Harry was a little annoyed.

Gwen and Ginny couldn't help but say a few good words for the owner of the house, "He's almost always outside on some dangerous missions, and when he knew something happened to you, he rushed back immediately."

Harry looked back at the two girls with an incredulous expression, "Oh, of course I'm not angry with him." Then he touched the ashes on his face, and secretly said to a few people, "I just met him when I first met. Had a fight. But Sirius said a little bit about what happened to him the last few weeks, and we found out that we were almost as miserable." Then the boy shrugged, "That way I can't be mad at him."

As he said, since Harry moved back to his godfather's house, the two dark-haired wizards have been glued to each other from morning till night.Sirius was trying to make it up to Harry all his time.If it weren't for the limited space in the house and the noisy portraits, they would have set up a Quidditch court in the living room on the second floor.

Although Gwen and George agreed that what Sirius wanted to do most was to immediately pull Harry into the Order of the Phoenix meeting.

"Honestly," Gwen and George discussed one evening after dinner, as they sat on the rug in his room teasing the dogs, "I think Dumbledore is a bit conflicted. He also said at the end of last term that understanding is the first step to acceptance." -"

"He also said at the banquet that everyone has the right to know the truth." George scratched the dog's chin, and the comfortable fat cat barked.

"He doesn't let Harry know anything now." Gwen tilted and fell on her boyfriend's lap. "I haven't seen him in the headquarters for a week."

"According to Mundungus, Dumbledore has been here several times," said George. "Probably he doesn't want people to know."

"We don't have time to eavesdrop every day," Gwen raised his sore hands. "How long have we been cleaning that living room—three days?"

"Tomorrow, I will clean out the old cabinet." Even George looked embarrassed, "I don't have the slightest curiosity about the black magic objects in it now."

In the afternoon of the second day, led by Sirius and Moody, the brave little wizards attacked the glass-door cabinet by the fireplace.The job required intense concentration, as many of the items in the cabinet seemed reluctant to leave the dusty shelves.Even Harry had to put all thoughts of his trial aside and focus on dealing with the mischievous and dangerous collection.

Sirius was bitten hard by a silver snuff box, and within seconds, the bitten hand had an unsightly crust, as if wearing a rough brown glove.

"It's all right," he said, looking at the hand with interest, and then gently tapped with his wand, and the skin on the hand returned to normal. "It must be sarcoma powder."

He threw the snuffbox into the bag reserved for the refuse in the cupboard.A moment later, Gwen saw George wrapping his hands carefully in a cloth, and sneaking the box into his pocket, which was already full of foxes, while Fred was covering him.

They found a particularly ugly silver utensil, resembling a pair of tweezers with many legs.As soon as Harry picked it up, it scrambled up Harry's arm like a spider and tried to pierce his skin.Sirius snatched it up and slapped it to death with a book called Born Noble: A Wizarding Genealogy.There was also a music box, as soon as the mainspring was wound, it faintly played the ominous music of Ding Ding Dongdong, and then they all found themselves inexplicably weak and drowsy, but fortunately Ginny was still clear, hurry Close the lid.

Also, in a dusty box, was an Order of Merlin, First Class, awarded to Sirius' grandfather for "services to the Ministry of Magic".

Several times Kreacher had sneaked into the room trying to take something away under his loincloth; and each time he was caught he uttered a number of very nasty swear words.When Sirius snatched a large gold ring engraved with the crest of the Black family from his hand, Kreacher was so angry that he shed tears, walked out of the room sobbing softly, and cursed Sirius in creative words.

Until Ron took out a heavy gold locket from the glass cabinet door, he couldn't open it even with all his strength.Moody happened to be away on business at this moment, and the group immediately began to slack off, deciding that each of them would try it in turn--how wonderful that none of the little wizards regarded Sirius as their stern elder.

Ginny scratched with her nails for a long time, and said three times that Alahoo opened, but there was no response.

The locket was in Hermione's hands. She used several spells, but not only did she not open the locket, she didn't even leave a scratch.

"You're tearing it apart!" Ron yelled, "What if it breaks?"

"Shut up, Ron. This thing is as good as your undeveloped brain—clean as new." Fred said jokingly, and then ambitiously broke the golden box twice.

George snatched it from his brother and smashed it several times, with water and fire, without prying a small gap open.

When it was Gwen's turn, she turned to look at the locket, where a gorgeous, serpentine S shone. "According to the fine tradition of the Black family, this thing may have to be opened by a noble blood." Then she simply gave up trying, and handed it directly to Harry and Sirius, "For example, two drops of blood."

Sirius had a toothache on his face, "I don't know this thing." He seemed to be putting on an attitude that he would not shed a drop of blood for his parents' strange collection.

As soon as Harry took the locket, the scar sizzled and burned. He subconsciously cried out and touched his forehead.

And almost the instant he touched it, Gwen—no headache this time—was sick to her stomach, "Ouch," she exclaimed, "I guess it's not good magic, or we'd better throw it away." it--"

Moody kicked his wooden leg into the house at this moment, and he saw Sirius looking worriedly at Harry and his scar.The magic eye stays on the pendant