Mr. Granger suddenly acted like this, which completely confused Tom.
For a moment, he didn't understand why Mr. Granger did this, so he could only be led away by him in confusion.
Hermione on the side understood her father's thoughts and couldn't help but feel ashamed. What was going on in her father's mind? Hermione couldn't help but want to complain. She and Yodel were innocent and clean, but she was the one who was clean.
My father felt very dirty!
The blushing Hermione was taken upstairs by her mother. Tom and Mr. Granger were the only two people left in the huge dining room. Mr. Granger took Tom's arm and dragged him to his bedroom.
inside.
The bedroom is large, with a double bed inside, and a dressing table in the corner. Next to the dressing table is a huge wardrobe that is integrated with the wall. It is also paired with the Grangers' clothes that can be seen everywhere.
From the group photo, it is not difficult to guess that this is the master bedroom of the owner of this house.
Just make peace with what you have come to, and Tom had nothing to say. He walked straight into the shower room on the side of the bedroom and took a nice hot bath. After coming out, Tom found that Mr. Granger had fallen asleep on the bed.
Tom was about to go to bed, but suddenly remembered that his Christmas gifts had not been put out yet, so he rolled off the bed and came to the bedroom door. Somehow, the bedroom door was locked, and the key was missing.
Tom twisted the door handle twice, and the wooden door made a rattling sound and did not move at all.
"Where are you going?" The sound of the door alerted Mr. Granger. He propped up half of his body on his arms and looked at Tom sleepily.
"I forgot to put tomorrow's Christmas present under the tree—"
"I will take you with me tomorrow morning. Go to bed quickly."
Tom's intuition told him that something was not right, but the alcohol had dulled his mind, and what Mr. Granger said made sense, so Tom obediently lay down on the bed and fell asleep without any rebuttal.
…
a few hours ago.
Sirius landed in an empty small square, surrounded by a stretch of barren grass. Harry looked around, trembling all over - not because of fear, but because the cold air in the air made his body stiff.
It was pitch black all around, and the street lights were extremely dim, as if they would go out in the next second. The nearby houses had a gloomy look, and many of the windows were broken. The door panels with peeling paint, and the steps filled with rubbish all showed the
The decline of this community.
Sirius found a place, locked his motorcycle, and then led Harry across the grass and a road to a residential building.
Standing outside the building, Harry could clearly hear the deafening music coming from the speakers, and could smell the stench of rotten garbage. The Dursleys would be disgusted by this kind of place just by driving by, thinking it was dirty.
The ground soiled the tires of their new car.
"Is this your home?" Harry looked at Sirius.
"That's right," Harry's godfather was a little absent-minded. He was staring at the residential building in front of him.
This building is a bit weird: the house adjacent to No. 11 is No. 13, and No. 12 suddenly disappeared. This is very abnormal, because even if it is to avoid unlucky numbers, No. 13 should be removed. There is no hiding place.
Why go to No. 12?
After a while, the walls of the residential building became as rubbery as a tattered door appeared out of thin air between No. 11 and No. 13, followed by dirty walls and windows. Soon
, a house was "squeezed" out.
When all this happened, the people living in House No. 11 were unaware of it, as if nothing had happened.
"A little trick, basically all wizarding families living in Muggle areas will do this." Sirius explained to Harry the hidden magic in his house, "Okay, don't be stunned, come with me.
Come in."
He led Harry up the shabby stone steps to his door.
The door of Sirius's house is very old and shabby, completely unworthy of the strong character of an ancient pure-blood family. The door is covered with scratches, and the black paint on it has peeled off. The only thing that is decent is the silver knocker on the door, which is
It looks like a coiled snake, which looks extremely exquisite.
Sirius pulled out his wand and knocked on the door. There was a loud metal banging sound and a clattering sound like a chain turning from behind the door.
The door in front of Harry opened with a creak, revealing a dark foyer. Sirius stepped in first, and after a rustling sound, a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall lit up. The light of the gas lamps
Through the foggy glass, it gives people a sense of trance and unreality.
Harry noticed that most of the furniture in the room was in the shape of large snakes.
"Ha, luckily the light is still working!" Sirius said happily. Because he was in a happy mood and returned to his hometown, his voice couldn't help but become a little louder.
Before Harry and Sirius could do anything else, they heard—
"Beasts! Bitch! Dirty and sinful scoundrels! Bastards, freaks, ugly monsters, get out of here! How dare you desecrate my ancestral home -" A terrible, deafening, blood-curdling scream
The sound came from behind two velvet curtains covered with insect eyes. The next second, the curtains opened automatically, revealing a portrait that was almost life-size.
The portrait is of an old lady. She is drooling, her eyes are rolling, and the yellow skin on her face is stretched tight by screaming. She is waving her claw-like hands, as if she wants to see through the portrait.
Scratching Harry and Sirius' faces.
But when Sirius covered his ears and came closer, the old lady actually closed her mouth. Her eyes widened and her face turned pale: "Sirius Black, you, you actually...really...came back...
"
Her saliva stopped flowing and her eyes stabilized. Harry saw the light of reason in her eyes, which she didn't have just now.
"You're back." Her voice became much more normal.
Sirius looked at her without saying a word, as if he was looking at her face, comparing her current appearance with the appearance in his memory, and finally, he nodded dully.
The old woman looked at him without saying a word.
"I'm back... mother." Sirius hesitated for a moment, and finally squeezed out a few words from his throat.
The old woman nodded. Maybe it was Harry's misunderstanding. He seemed to see a fleeting look of relief on the old woman's face.
"From today on, you are the new head of the Black family." The portrait of the old woman said to Sirius.
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Today we are going to tell the story of Axis Osbot, the tenth Minister of Magic.