The Admiral of Hogwarts

Dumbledore felt a magical power full of sacred light from that golden crystal, and with his experience, he could confirm that this power could fatally wound Voldemort's fragment of soul within the Horcrux.

Besides this, whether it was repairing Ravenclaw's Diadem or the technique of sealing this sacred power within the crystal, both were conveying a message to Dumbledore: that there was a master alchemist behind Veneto.

"Thank you very much for saving Harry Potter last time," Dumbledore said, looking at Veneto and the other two after putting away the diadem and the crystal.

"I would like to ask, perhaps presumptuously, since you possess such powerful strength, why have you remained unknown? Of course, you don't have to answer this question—"

"There's nothing inconvenient about answering. We are simply a small mutual aid association formed by a group of Muggle-born wizards on the fringes of society," Veneto said, sighing as he looked at Dumbledore.

"The reason this organization was founded is that pure-bloods occupy the vast majority of resources in the wizarding world, so for us Muggle-born wizards, we have to band together for survival."

"Obviously, because of our extremely conservative and introverted policies, we have never had much interaction with the outside world. Naturally, not many people would pay attention to us under these circumstances, after all, we are just Muggle-borns."

"As for the matter of saving Harry last time, they told me it was just a coincidence. They were simply passing through the English Channel when they sensed a powerful evil on the shore and went to investigate."

"So they also said that there was no need to thank them for this, because my teachers and sisters believe that helping others in danger is something they should do when they have the ability to do so."

Because this conversation was equivalent to the first direct contact between the two organizations, everyone only briefly exchanged some pre-agreed questions.

After everyone had chatted for a while, Headmaster Dumbledore greeted them, then left Sirius's ancestral home with the diadem and the golden crystal.

"The Headmaster is always busy during the holidays, always leaving in such a hurry—" After seeing Headmaster Dumbledore out, Mrs. Weasley came into the kitchen and led them toward the third floor, saying along the way.

"Knowing you were coming, everyone temporarily cleared out two rooms these past two days. However, the cleaning is generally poor; it can only be said to be barely habitable—"

"Mum, is Harry here?" Just as they reached the second floor, a door opened, and a red-haired head poked out.

"No, your classmates Veneto and the Granger siblings have arrived. Harry probably won't be able to come until the day after tomorrow," Mrs. Weasley said to her daughter, then led Hugo and them to the third floor.

The third floor was where the Black family's guest rooms and storage rooms were originally located. Because there was too much area to clean, only two small guest rooms had been barely cleaned out for Hugo and them to stay in temporarily.

"I'm sorry, this house holds too many problems," Mrs. Weasley said with an embarrassed expression, pointing to the guest room, which still looked dusty and messy.

"So, this morning, we only confirmed that there were no dangerous Dark Magic items or creatures in this room, but other aspects were a bit neglected. However, I think everyone can clean this place together this afternoon."

"Mrs. Weasley, I would like to ask, is it possible to use magic in this place?" As soon as Mrs. Weasley finished speaking, Hugo asked directly.

"You know that I am now considered an alchemy apprentice, and I have mastered some special magic in alchemy. So if I can use magic—"

"Of course, you can use magic in this place," Mrs. Weasley nodded and said. "Although this place is a bit old, the ancient defensive magic in the rooms has not been damaged too much."

"However, I suggest you wait for everyone to come up and help, after all, cleaning a room with magic is not a simple matter, because these spells require a high degree of control over magic. If you haven't practiced specifically, it's not easy."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley, these are just some small tricks I learned from Nicolas Flamel before," Hugo suddenly felt that the time he spent living with Nicolas Flamel had given him a very good excuse in this regard.

Of course, what he said was not entirely a lie, because the magic he now possessed was indeed a similar spell that he had created after seeing Nicolas Flamel use alchemy to clean the room.

Sure enough, as the greatest alchemist, Nicolas Flamel's name was a golden brand for wizards. So, after hearing that this method was related to Nicolas Flamel, Mrs. Weasley immediately agreed to Hugo's approach.

However, out of a parent's concern for their children, Mrs. Weasley also asked Hugo to let her watch from the side when he cast the spell later, so that she could intervene in time if any problems arose.

"I seem to have heard before that ancient families have house-elves to tidy rooms and clean. The Black family should be one of these ancient families. I don't know why this place is so messy."

After Mrs. Weasley left, Hugo and the other two first put their luggage in the hallway, then entered the room to check. During the inspection, Hermione seemed to have thought of something and said.

"Maybe the house-elf in this room is already dead," Considering that this room was full of magic, and there might be content related to monitoring, Hugo could only say.

"After all, Sirius has been in Azkaban for at least a dozen years, and no one has entered this room. All kinds of situations could have happened, especially with the large amount of Dark Magic in this house."

Just as the few people were checking the situation in the room, a slight crackling sound suddenly came from the side, and then two red-haired figures appeared beside them.

"Good morning!" Fred greeted, "Professor Dumbledore only told us yesterday afternoon that you would be coming. I didn't expect you to come so early today."

"Yeah," George nodded on the side, "We were thinking that if you came this afternoon, we could tidy up this house for a day, and it should be habitable. So the room is not completely tidied up yet."

"You've been living here for more than half a month, haven't you? Why hasn't the room been tidied up yet?" As soon as the twins finished speaking, Hugo looked at them and asked.

"There's no way. This is the house of the Black family, known for its Dark Magic, and Sirius was kicked out of the house early because he didn't get along with his family when he was young, so he doesn't know the specific situation in the room."

Speaking of cleaning the room, Fred and George also had a lot of grievances to pour out. For them, they hadn't rested since they came here. Besides doing homework, they had spent almost all of their time tidying up the room.