94 hp Diagon Alley

On the box: "What dirty thing again?"

Behind him was Tonks, who was pinging and rattling. After hearing Ginny describe this magical locket that couldn't be opened, he patted his chest and went into battle himself.Until she used her teeth, the little box remained firmly closed.

Moody didn't come forward, he looked at the golden pendant for a while, and then at Harry who was still rubbing his forehead for a while.Finally, he said, "Show Dumbledore tonight—the evil black magic."

Sirius agreed, almost as if throwing off some disgusting thing, and he took Harry out of the living room and asked Kreacher to make them some tea.

Gwen noticed that Kreacher had been hiding outside the door, its eyes moved with the movement of the locket, and finally went to serve tea reluctantly.

After that, no one has seen this mysterious golden locket again, but Dumbledore took a walk in Grimmauld Place with his wand one day and disappeared for a while.The kids pressed the glib Sirius, but this time he didn't know anything either.This incident was gradually forgotten by everyone.

Finally came the day when Harry went to the Ministry of Magic for trial.Early that morning, Gwen was woken up by the sound of Hermione and Ginny waking up. She suddenly remembered what Harry was going through today, and then forced herself to wash her face and brush her teeth. We went downstairs together.

Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, Lupine and Tonks were all sitting in the kitchen, and Harry, dressed in exceptionally neat jeans and a T-shirt, was mechanically stuffing bread into his mouth.

Mrs Weasley was working his hair with a wet comb.She pressed hard on the top of his head.

"Is it possible for it to fall down?" she said desperately.

Harry shook his head.

Mr. Weasley looked at his watch and looked up at Harry.

"I think we'll go now," he said. "It's a little early, but I think you might as well start off to the Ministry of Magic instead of hanging around here."

"Okay." Harry said without thinking, put down the bread, and stood up.

"You'll be all right, Harry," Tonks said, patting his arm.

"Good luck," Lupin said. "I'm sure everything will go well."

Mrs Weasley hugged him hard. "We all cross our fingers for you," she said.

Hermione, Gwen, and Ginny all held up a hand, showing Harry their fingers crossed.

"I'll be waiting for you outside the Ministry of Magic," Sirius said, picking up his coat. "I think Fudge..." he swallowed a few insulting words, "...wouldn't want me to show up at the Ministry of Magic to remind him of his past crimes. What kind of mistake—I think this trial is one of his many mistakes. So I better not hang around in front of him, in case it affects your trial."

"You can wait for me at home, Sirius," said Harry stiffly.

His godfather patted him on the back vigorously, "I've got to stay with you, Harry."

Then Harry followed Mr. Weasley and Sirius, and left NO.12 Grimmauld Place.

"Hermione," Gwen tapped her finger on the wooden tabletop, "you've already had your sixth cup of tea."

The shaggy-haired witch put down the teacup upon hearing this, she seemed so nervous that she was about to faint.

Ron was complaining that his friends hadn't woken him up, that he'd missed cheering Harry up and seeing him off.

"Sorry, Ron, what can we do if Harry is sleeping in the bed next to yours - he didn't wake you up?" —Oh! Merlin's boots!"

Before the words were finished, Harry had already appeared in the kitchen of the old house.

"So fast!" Ron shouted, "Tell us the result!"

"Clarified," Harry said, closing the door behind his back, "all charges are dismissed."

The kitchen erupted in screams, applause, and sighs of relief.

"I knew it all along!" Ron shouted, punching the air, "You can always get away with it!"

"They're sure to acquit you," said Hermione, now covering her eyes with a trembling hand. "There's no reason to convict you, not at all."

"Even though you all knew I'd be fine, everyone seemed relieved," said Harry.

Mrs. Weasley was wiping tears with her apron, and Gwen surreptitiously dropped a few celebratory streamers with George's wand, but no adult in the kitchen stopped her.Fred and George and Ginny did a kind of war dance, singing over and over again: "He's all right, he's all right, he's all right??"

"Enough! Be quiet!" Mr. Weasley shouted, but he also had a smile on his face, and he pulled Sirius to discuss what they saw in the Ministry of Magic just now, which seemed to be related to Mr. Malfoy.

"Is he all right, all right, all right, all right??"

"Enough—Fred—George—Ginny!" said Mrs. Weasley after Mr. Weasley had walked out of the kitchen. "Harry, dear, come sit down and have some lunch. how to eat."

The whole Grimmauld Square became extraordinarily bright because of Harry's good news—and Harry's good mood. Even the weather in London had several sunny days in a row.Sirius is racking his brains to find a way to sneak into Hogwarts next term, and he wants to ensure Harry's absolute safety.

"Why don't you apply to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Gwen asked at the dinner table one day. Good—sorry, Lupine, Moody, I'm targeting a few other professors." Gwen accidentally sniped two innocent good guys.

"It's a dangerous idea," said Fred. "You see what happened to the four teachers before, and it's not a good idea, is it?"

"One died, one had his memory erased, one was fired, and the other was locked in a box for nine months." George said, wringing his fingers.

Sirius' eyes that had just brightened dimmed again, "I remember that a new professor has been recruited for this position."

At this time Hermione came to the kitchen with a stack of envelopes, "They are about to torture that poor owl to death, one, two... a whole seven letters, all from Hogwarts, probably our new book list .”

Everyone found their own envelopes one after another, opened the letter, and there were two pieces of parchment inside: one was to remind students that school would start on September 9 as usual, and the other listed the books they needed for the next school year.

"Ron, what's the matter with you?" Fred asked.Ron didn't answer.He stood there motionless, with his mouth slightly open, staring blankly at the letter Hogwarts had given him. "What's the matter?" Fred asked impatiently, walking behind Ron and looking over his shoulder at the parchment.

Fred also opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Prefect?" he said, staring at the letter in disbelief. "Prefect?"

George rushed forward, snatched the envelope from Ron's other hand, and turned it upside down.Something red and gold fell into George's palm. "Impossible," said George in a low voice.

"It must have been a mistake," Fred snatched the letter from Ron and held it high in the light, as if to check the watermark on it. "Who in their right mind would choose Ron as the letter?" Where's the prefect?" The twins turned their heads in unison, and all four eyes were fixed on Harry at the same time.

"We thought it must have been you!" said Fred, sounding as if Harry had tricked them somehow. "We thought Dumbledore would definitely choose you!" George said angrily, Gwen glanced at Harry's expression, and then kicked George gently.

"Won the Triwizard Tournament, done so much!" said Fred.

"I reckon it must have been the outlandish talk that slowed him down," George said to Fred. "Yeah," Fred said slowly, "Yeah, you're causing too much trouble, buddy. Hey, at least one of you is a priority for them." This time Gwen said emphatically Stepped on the twins one by one.

Fred gasped, then strode over to Harry, patted him on the back, and shot Ron a mean look. "Prefect?? Little Ronnie became a prefect."

"Oh, Mum must be disgusting," George sighed, shoving the prefect's badge into Ron's hand, as if he was afraid it would tarnish himself.Then he winked at Gwen, as if he hadn't done anything rude just now.

Ron still didn't say a word, just took the badge and looked at it blankly for a while, then handed it to Harry, as if silently asking Harry to confirm that the badge was genuine.Harry took it.Gryffindor's lion has a large letter "P" on it.He'd seen one of these badges on Percy's chest on his first day at Hogwarts.

Hermione also received the prefect's badge, but she also seemed a little intimidated by the selection of the boys' prefect, so that she didn't have time to feel happy for herself.

Mrs. Weasley stepped back in with a pile of freshly washed clothes.

"Ginny said the bibliography is finally here." She said, glancing at the envelopes in everyone's hands, walking towards the bed, and then began to divide the clothes into two piles, "If you give me the bibliography, I will arrive this afternoon Diagon Alley to buy you books, you pack your bags at home. Ron, I'm going to buy you another set of pajamas.