Lupin had only arrived at lunch, and he had already gone to the newspaper office all morning. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because he had to go to the underground world to communicate with those werewolves during this time, he naturally didn't have much energy to deal with the affairs of the newspaper, so he recommended several excellent editors and managers to Aven, many of whom were dug from the Daily Prophet.

They had considerable experience in keeping the newspaper running even in Lupin's absence.

But many important things still have to be decided by him, or mailed to Evan to decide.

During his time at Hogwarts, Evan received a few minutes of this letter every week, and after consulting Lupin and the newspaper administrators, he discussed the decision with Hermione and sent it back.

When he went out to contact the giants some time ago, he left it all to Hermione and Lupin.

In the month that Evan and Hermione were in Egypt, everything was on Lupin alone.

He had to leave the underworld every now and then to come back to deal with these things, which made him look even more haggard.

Simply, he hasn't really integrated into the werewolf group yet, and if he does, I'm afraid he will disappear for a long time.

Aven: They have been eliminating the fox in the curtain, and this work is more troublesome than expected.

Kreacher came to help halfway through, but it still took them the morning.

Finally, the curtains stopped buzzing, they hung limply, wet from too much potion, and beneath them, unconscious kitsunes lay densely in buckets, next to a bowl with their black eggs.

Crookshank sniffed and sniffed, and Fred and George stared at them with hot eyes.

This thing can be used to make powerful love potions, but it is slightly toxic.

If a certain amount is taken, it can be poisoned, and Fred and George think they can handle it.

"Alright, let's deal with those after lunch. ”

Mrs. Weasley pointed to the dusty glass-doored cabinets on either side of the mantelpiece, which were filled with all sorts of oddities: a collection of rusty daggers, animal claws, a coiled snakeskin, and a large pile of dull and blackened silver boxes with ancient inscriptions indecipherable, and, most dislikely, a decorative crystal bottle with a large opal embedded in the stopper, filled with what must have been blood.

To put it simply, these are dark magic items or evil black magic that has been cast on them.

It's not aesthetically pleasing, it's dangerous, and Mrs. Weasley can't let them be there.

She was going to pack them all up and wait for Sirius to come back and deal with it.

With what Evan knew about Sirius, he would probably have packed it all up and thrown it away.

He was disgusted with everything in the house, even the surname "Black".

If that were the case, it would be a shame!

Evan beckoned to Kreacher and told the elf to pick up a few of them individually and bring them to himself.

He was intrigued by the dark magic on them, especially the silver boxes carved with ancient characters.

By the time they reached the kitchen, there was the screeching of the doorbell.

Immediately afterward, Mrs. Black's piercing screams echoed throughout the house again.

Mrs. Weasley hurried over to open the door, and down the narrow, dimly lit hallway, they saw Montungus enter, with a large stack of crucibles that were about to fall.

"It's Mondongues!" said Aven, pulling out a long parchment slip from his bosom, "He's probably looking for me to get a list of broomstick materials, we'd better check to see if there's anything missing." ”

"What did he bring so many cauldrons for?" asked Hermione.

"I guess I want to find a safe place to hide. Evan said, and Hermione was silent.

It made him feel unaccustomed, it wasn't Hermione's style.

If it were a normal day, she would definitely start analyzing this matter directly.

"Surely so," Harry continued, "wasn't that the night he was supposed to follow me, to snap up an unknown cauldron?"

"That's right, you're right!"

They saw Mondigus struggling to carry the cauldrons through the door, but Mrs. Weasley stopped him.

In the next second, even when they were far away, they could still hear an explosion, even louder than Mrs. Black's voice, and everyone could clearly hear Mrs. Weasley's shouting.

"We're not a place to hide stolen goods!" said Mrs. Weasley, looking angrily at Mondongues, "totally irresponsible, as if we hadn't had enough to worry about, and you were going to drag this pile of stolen cauldrons into the house!"

"I love it when my mom yells at people like that. Fred said.

"That fool, how could he make her angry. George shook his head and said, "You have to divert her attention as soon as possible, or she will get more and more angry and shout for hours on end." Harry, ever since Montongues snuck away when she should have been following you, Mommy had been looking forward to giving him a hard lesson. ”

Sure enough, Mrs. Weasley's reprimand lasted for a long time.

In the end, Mundungus had to take the cauldrons away, taking Aven's purchase list and the gold galleon with him before leaving.

He obviously didn't plan to buy these things in Diagon Alley, he had his own source of sourcing.

Evan reckoned that it must be in Tumbledown Alley or the Underworld, and if it weren't for the conditions, he would really want to go and see Mondongues.

After lunch, Evan, Hermione, and Lupin set off for Diagon Alley.

Harry wanted to go, too, but now that he was under important protection, he could only stay in the house and not go anywhere.

As for Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George, Mrs. Weasley wouldn't let them out either.

After a whirlwind, Aven, Hermione, and Lupin appear at the Leaky Cauldron.

As it had been a few months earlier, it was peaceful, and there was no tension at all about Voldemort's return.

Because the list of schools for the new semester has not come out now, naturally there are not many students who come to Diagon Alley to purchase.

The Leaky Cauldron is filled with cute little witches shopping from Diagon Alley in the countryside, witches who have nothing to do, and a few old wizards who are leisurely drinking and playing cards, and Tom, the owner of the bar, carefully wiping glasses behind the bar.

After Lupin left, Evan and Hermione found a corner table and ordered two glasses of juice.

Hermione had been looking at the material on Harry's attack by the Dementors, ignoring Aven.

Evan knew he had to say something, breaking the silence.

But he looked for a few topics, and Hermione didn't talk about them.

"Woman!" Evan bit the straw and kept Hermione's eyes level, touching Hermione pitifully with her toes.

Hermione's feet stepped back, and Aven moved a little further.

After a few seconds, Hermione couldn't retreat.

She took a deep breath and clenched her fists to talk to Evan about last night.

Hermione had just looked up when she saw a familiar woman walk in from outside, it was Rita Skeeter.

She looked around and saw Evan and Hermione, and it looked like she had been forced to drink stinky juice.