[HP] Hogwarts students

No. 12, Grimmauld Place, is hidden between No. 11 and No. 13, where Muggles live, like a compressed expired sandwich biscuit.

The stone steps corroded by the years are a bit worn out, and there is still some dust left on them. The black door is covered with scratches from left to right, and the silver door knocker is in the shape of a big coiled snake, very Slytherin-like.

"It's a bit worn out, but Sirius and I have cleaned it." Harry said vaguely, opened the door and walked in. I followed behind him, looking around with curious eyes; Looking at the big snake, Ron, the two also entered the door.

The lighting here is not very good. Even though it is a sunny afternoon, the hall is still dark.And as soon as we walked in, the old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall were lit one by one, reflecting the gloomy foyer and corridor.

Unlike the serpent-shaped chandeliers above our heads, the living room was littered with red and gold decorations that looked out of place and out of place after they moved in. The weird beauty of color contrast.

"Wait here for a while." Harry said cautiously, a little impatiently going around to the stairs, "I'll go up and get something, you just sit here for a while."

"Okay, buddy." Ron lit the fireplace, and the warm light made the room look brighter. "Just put us in this eerie dark wizard's stronghold, and we'll feel very happy."

"It gives me the creeps." After Harry went upstairs, Hermione stood at the bottom of the stairwell, raised her head and said softly, "These are all real, aren't they?"

I followed her gaze to the middle of the paneling on the stairs, where hung a whole row of crumpled, house-elf heads, eyes closed, expressions of what could be called humble delight on their faces.

"What's that?" Ron suddenly pointed to the foyer, where a row of decorations were concealed by velvet hangings on the wall.

Hermione was distracted, but her mood was visibly depressed and a little angry.I stepped forward to hug her, and gently stroked her arm to comfort her: "I don't know, maybe it's the trace of the peeling wallpaper."

But we all heard rustling noises down there.

"Is it a mouse?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"It doesn't look like it. I think it looks like there is a hole." Ron listened carefully. "Why didn't they seal the hole with wood? With cloth?"

"Open it and see if it's fine." I was also a little surprised, "If it's a hole, we can help them plug it up today. ——Or just dig a window and let it shine in the hall."

Ron nodded approvingly, and reached out to grab a corner of the curtain.

"Look - this is... wait! Ron! Don't!" Harry's voice sounded suddenly, but Ron had already pulled down part of the curtain, and the rest of the fabric slid to the floor with gravity.

A terrible, deafening, blood-curdling scream suddenly sounded, and my eardrums were almost shattered!Even if I cover my ears with my hands, the hoarse scream can still penetrate my ears and hit my brain directly.

"Damn bastard! Bastard! How dare you break into the Black family's ancestral home!" Under the heavy curtain, there is a portrait of a screaming and struggling old lady. She is wearing gorgeous wizard robes and has a sallow face. But full of ferocity and viciousness.

Ron, who was closest to her, suffered the strongest sound wave attack. He was almost dizzy from the roar, his hands were tightly plugged to his ears, and the expression on his face was more horrified than seeing the grass roots of Mandrake.

"Help!" Harry jumped down from the stairs, pulled up the curtain and put it on the portrait.The old lady kept screaming and trying to scratch Harry with her long nails.

We swarmed up and tried our best to cover this source of noise pollution with a curtain, and the terrifying roars and screams disappeared instantly.

"Okay," said Ron breathlessly, "we're warmly welcomed to the house."

"Leave her alone." Harry didn't intend to introduce us, but instead looked at the corner with disgust, "Let's go to the living room, I'll show you a surprise."

"Is that woman the mistress of the Black family?" Hermione and I walked behind, she asked softly, "I don't know when it was, but I can suddenly think of Sirius' childhood life."

Yes, as a pure Gryffindor, Sirius grew up in such an ancestral house, and he didn't know how much wronged and unfair he suffered in his childhood.I sighed, and looked at her worriedly.

"This is—Sirius' birthday present to me!" Harry originally had his back to us, but when he said the first sentence, he immediately turned around and hugged Feitian tightly in his arms. The broom is displayed in front of us.

It was such a beautiful broom, the overall design was streamlined, and it refracted dazzling light under the light, and the broom handle was shining brightly.

"This is it!" Ron started to scream, not much better than the old lady just now, "This is the Firebolt/Arrow?!"

He immediately pounced on it, and after asking Harry's consent, he stroked the smooth wooden handle with trembling hands, from the golden registration number on the top of the broom handle to the streamlined tail: "This is... The fastest broom! It's the Firebolt/Arrow!"

What a beautiful broom, even if I don't like flying, I have to admit that this Firebolt/Arrow has an excellent appearance and beautiful design.

"Wow! Let's see who dares to compete with you on the court now." Ron circled around him, rubbing his hands constantly, "Ha, when Malfoy sees you riding this, he will definitely be like a plague." Withered like a pig! Fuck his Nimbus 2001, there is no broom in the world that can match the Firebolt/Arrow!"

"You're right!" Sirius' voice suddenly came from the hall, "With this broom, Harry is invincible!"

In an instant, he appeared in the archway of the hall.Sirius is wearing elegant and casual clothes today. The embroidered shirt is unbuttoned with two buttons on the chest, looking uninhibited and chic.

He looks healthier than when we first met, maybe finally back to normal life, and Harry's spiritual comfort to him.It made him look simply radiant and handsome, and that sunken, pale face had long since faded from my mind, leaving only this beautiful face with a big smile in front of me.

"... Kelly? Kelly?" Harry stretched out his hand and shook me, and then I reluctantly looked away from Sirius: "Ah? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Harry said dejectedly, and then surrounded Sirius as if remembering something, "You went to the Ministry of Magic today, is there nothing to do?! What did they say?"

"Of course I'm fine, Harry," said Sirius, "but it's true, the traitor escaped from Azkaban!"

We gasped, Hermione gave Harry and me a nervous look, swallowed and asked, "Then... Sirius, will Harry and Kelly be in danger?"

"They won't." He said without hesitation, reaching out to pull Harry into his arms, "A person like Pedillo, only when he confirms that his original master has made a comeback and returned safely, will he Only when his head pops up... Just like when he was incognito in the Weasley family back then, he will prick his ears... Only when he hears the slightest bit of news will he show his fangs."

Ron made a gag-like expression.

"And now, he won't take the risk of killing people under Dumbledore's nose, let alone." Sirius suddenly laughed again, high-spirited, "What's more, I have already asked an old friend to replace me at Hogwarts." Take care of Harry and Kelly."

Harry was held in Sirius' arms with an uncomfortable yet pleased expression on his face.I stared at Sirius for a while, and suddenly jumped up and jumped into his arms: "That's really great! Thank you, Sirius!"

He was startled by my sudden movement, but he relaxed quickly and hugged the two of us tightly: "Hahaha, you all stay for dinner tonight, okay? Let me and Harry give you For cooking, he can make good broth."

When Sirius exerted such force, Harry and I leaned cheek to cheek, I don't know whose cheek was too hot, anyway, I felt like my face was going to burn.

Under Hermione's strange eyes, Ron suppressed wild laughter, I jumped out of this embarrassment in anger, and coughed awkwardly: "Then I'll go outside and call my family, Hermione, are you here?"

"Cough, of course." Hermione also laughed, and I took her hand and rushed out of this gloomy ancestral house that made me feel hot.

The heat on my face gradually subsided after the two of us called our family members respectively.When we got back inside, Sirius and the two boys were gone.

"You haven't explained it to me yet." Hermione sat on the sofa next to me and lowered her voice, "What happened to the boy in the picture?"

"It's just someone I don't know." I frowned, a little reluctant to recall Jason, "My name is Jason Armstrong. He talks and does things very strangely, very weirdly."

On the small table with the desk lamp, some Honeydukes candies were scattered. I picked a honey zizi candy and stuffed it into my mouth, and said vaguely: "It was the first time we met that day. It was photographed by my grandfather's girlfriend. I didn't pay attention, so I developed the photo and sent it to you."

"So that's how it is." Hermione relaxed and ate a piece of chocolate, "I thought you suddenly changed your mind."

"What are you thinking about? What are you talking about?" I felt a little guilty, and quickly glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. Hermione's cheeks were slightly flushed, as if she had been drinking.

"Of course..." She paused, then asked nonchalantly, "Is that Jason an American? Is he a wizard?"

"It's an American, but a wizard... probably not. His father knows someone from Caltech, so he shouldn't be a wizard."

"Then did you leave your contact information?" Hermione began to ask, did she gossip like this before?I even thought I was talking to Lavender: "No! Why did I leave him his contact information?"

"It's a pity, if you leave your contact information." Her cheeks flushed again, her eyes blurred, "If you don't like it, why not introduce it to me."