The four of them boarded the Knight's Bus again, and their destination was 12 Grimmauld Place, the location of the Black family's ancestral home. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"For some reason, it doesn't belong to me anymore. Sirius, who was in his seat, chatted with the trio. "So we're going to take advantage of the fact that we are going now, and the talent is not taking over. ”

"Sold by anyone?" Ron asked.

Sirius's grip on the armrest tightened, and quickly released. "Of course it's me. Sirius thought to himself, but his face didn't show anything.

"It's nothing, it's just a normal transfer of agreement. Sirius said with a smile that selling his ancestral home was not something to be proud of for him.

It holds all the memories and past he wants to cut off, but it is also where he grew up.

His mother died in that house.

It was the only place he could remember.

The journey is boring and long.

"It's coming, it's coming. Glancing at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, Sirius sighed and whispered, the scenery outside the window was faintly visible, and it was not much different from when he entered Azkaban, but it made him feel more displaced, the stagnation of space and the change of time made him even have the illusion that maybe at the next stop of the bus, Jaime and Lily would be extremely lucky to get on the bus there, still smiling and greeting him familiarly.

It's just his fantasy after all.

"Are you alright, Sirius?" Seeing Sirius's happy smile suddenly fade, her brow furrowed, Hermione pulled out a piece of paper from her shoulder bag, wrote on it, and handed it to him.

Harry and Ron were asleep in their seats now, and she didn't want to wake them up, so she chose this way.

Hermione was worried about the mental condition of the man in front of her, and the psychology books she had taught herself last year had such a term - stress disorder.

When a person's life has a major change, it is very likely that there will be psychological problems.

Twelve years in innocent prison, not to mention the constant presence of Dementors interfering with him, Hermione felt that it was a miracle that Sirius had remained awake until now, let alone escaped from Azkaban, where no one had ever escaped.

"I'm fine. Sirius wrote on a scrap of paper, walked around his seat again, and handed it to Hermione.

"How did you get over those twelve years?" beneath Sirius's handwriting, dense black letters began to appear on the paper.

"There's nothing to hide. Sirius took the piece of paper and wrote, "Because I firmly believe that I am innocent, and that is important, that the human will can push through many limits that are not normally imaginable, that Dementors have no vision, that I can be transfigurative in a cell..." Becoming a dog, the Dementors can't see, they only realize human feelings, and when I become a big dog, they think I'm actually like the people who lost their minds. ”

The black handwriting crawled over the paper like a spider, and just as Black was about to hand it to Hermione, he noticed that two pairs of eyes were staring straight at him.

"Sirius, it didn't even occur to me to ask how you were doing in Azkaban. Harry said with remorse.

By this time they had woken up and saw what was written on the paper.

"Girls are generally very delicate, and your mother is the same. Sirius patted Harry on the head in reassurance.

"Don't worry, I'm fine now. Sirius continued to laugh, then raised his hand to the stilled scenery outside the window and said, "Here we are." ”

And now, Hermione saw someone she could say the last thing she wanted to see right now, who was the culprit in getting rid of Professor Lupin.

Malfoy bought Sirius's house, but when did that happen?

Hermione quickly remembered the fact that Sirius had been found in her Slytherin chamber, but the clue was of no value to her, and she didn't know what was going on.

Hermione and Sirius, who were going upstairs, looked at each other with confusion in their eyes, and the latter just shook his head helplessly, telling Hermione to stop asking.

"Let's go out and wait, I don't want to stay in this guy's house for a minute. Ron said angrily, pulling his legs and leaving, Harry had to follow.

"Draco, what do you want to eat tonight! I'll make it for you. Just as Hermione was about to walk out of the door with the rest of them, Pansy made this noise from the door that led to the basement, which seemed to be a coincidence.

She poked her head out of the door before she stepped out into front of the crowd.

"There seem to be a couple of unwelcome guests. Pansy covered her mouth with her hand, looked at the people in front of her, and said in feigned surprise, she now wore a printed white apron around her waist, and the image looked a little funny.

The combination of a slightly youthful face and a standard housewife-like combination is really nondescript.

"Forget it, I'm afraid we'll be poisoned. Ron choked back and said, "Maybe he will die of being uneaten." ”

"The Weasleys are really uneducated, and they don't even have the most basic courtesies. Pansy sneered and said that her invitation was clearly not sincere.

Ron's face immediately flushed like a boiled crab.

"Let's go. Hermione said calmly, tucking the broken hair around her ears, but there was some imperceptible stiffness in her body, and her legs alternated like marionettes

Then the three of them walked out of the house and into the square.

"Cut, it's boring. Pansy was still a little angry, and she had a little fun these days, but the other party didn't accept it.

"Draco, you didn't help me, watching them bully me. Pansy puffed up, tilting her head to the side.

"I think you're bullying the three of them. Malfoy could only look at the girl in front of him with a little headache, pretending to be pitiful.

"Well, it seems that the opponent is too weak. Pansy buried her head and sighed, "Would you like to try my hand at night?" Pansy asked, expectantly, changing the subject.

"I don't want to be poisoned either. Malfoy shrugged, then opened the door to his lab and diveled inside.

All that was left was Pansy, who stamped her feet and lost her temper at the floor.

"Kreacher!" Pansy shouted as she opened her throat.

Suddenly, Kreacher appeared in front of Pansy's eyes, his short body standing tall and straight.

"Today's dinner is what I cooked, think about what you should do for yourself. Pansy put down the unsure if it was a threat or not, and went headlong into the kitchen again, and began to make a ping-pong sound.

"Hermione, are you alright? Walking out the door, Harry asked with concern, noticing that Hermione's face was a little pale. "Isn't there anything wrong? When Sirius comes out, we'll go find a place to rest. Harry continued.

"Good. Hermione simply responded, leaning back against the lamppole and staring at the blue sky in a daze, as if for her now, even saying a word was a luxury, and she had to do her best.

She had thought that her feelings for Malfoy would be the ultimate hatred and disgust, but it turned out that this was not the case, and when she saw Pansy walking out of the end of the corridor with her apron on, her mood became inexplicably low, and she felt a little painful.

"What is this? Are they living together?" was the first thought that popped into Hermione's mind, and then quickly became convinced, for Pansy was affectionately asking Malfoy about their dinner today, and that look didn't seem to be a fake.

Hermione didn't want to deceive herself, she could tell herself that she didn't care at all, but the twitching pain in her heart couldn't be faked.

Not long ago, Peeves took advantage of the fact that she had taken the truth potion to ask the question, and she just pretended not to hear it, and chose to selectively forget, but today she suddenly confirmed her mood.

Determining one's mood is not something to be happy about.

Because she couldn't run away anymore.

Hermione sniffed, rubbed her reddened eyes, and thought about how to deal with the sourness she shouldn't have.

She didn't even know when the feelings had arisen.

In her opinion, there is no reason for this at all.

"He forced Professor Lupin away, and last year he released a basilisk that nearly killed other students, and he said things that were sometimes infuriating, and he never knew when he was telling the truth. A voice rang out in Hermione's mind.

"But Hagrid got a better job because of him, and even Sirius's grievances were cleared up by him!", was another voice.

"He'd said it himself, it was just for his father to go to the Ministry of Magic, and as for Sirius, can't you guess what? What would force an only son to sell his ancestral mansion? He must have threatened Sirius. ”

Just as Hermione was still wrestling with her heart, she was caught by a shrill voice.

"Harry Potter, Harry Potter who defeated the Dark Lord, it's Dobby's honor to meet again!" Hermione looked over and saw a ragged house-elf who looked a little resembling Kreacher suddenly appear in front of the three of them.

"Dobby, did you come here with Malfoy?" Harry asked, looking down.

"Yes, the owner wants Dobby to clean up the newly acquired house. Dobby said excitedly, mentioning his master, Dobby began to shake his head, looking a little proud.

"Sure enough, he is not a good person, such a big house, it is really stingy to let two house-elves clean it. "Ron doesn't pass up a single opportunity to attack Malfoy.

"You are not allowed to insult Dobby's master!" Dobby heard Ron's words, and immediately jumped up from the ground in anger and slammed his flat head into Ron's chin.

There was a dull thud of the "bell", and Ron was knocked back a few steps, and he stumbled and almost fell, but Harry quickly helped him to survive.

"I'm going to teach you a good lesson!" Ron raised his wand in annoyance, he wanted to make the house-elf in front of him suffer.

"The master is not a good man, and so is the servant!" said Ron, as if he was about to let out this evil breath.

"Ron, you can't use magic outside the school, do you want your wand to be confiscated!" Hermione couldn't care about those emotions anymore at this time, and if she continued to watch, this house-elf might be hit by Ron's spell.

In her eyes, the house-elves in front of her were obviously vulnerable.

But this is also Hermione deceived by the poor appearance and submissive temperament of the house-elves.

If you really fight, Lucius, who is an adult and has a certain amount of knowledge of black magic, will be overturned by Dobby at once, which is enough to prove that the combat power of house-elves without contract suppression should not be underestimated.

Hermione's behavior actually helped Ron, otherwise when the spell was issued by the wand, Ron would only receive a notice of punishment from the Ministry of Magic and a bruised nose and face swollen by Dobby's magic.

Ron didn't take Hermione's favor after being stopped, but glared at her just as fiercely.

"It's not his fault. Hermione looked at the house-elf in front of her sympathetically, crouched down and kept her body at the same height as Dobby, her eyes were full of pity, and then she said to Ron, "He doesn't know what is right, you should learn to be tolerant." ”

"Master Malfoy is right!" his words are Dobby's golden rule!" Dobby said, patting his chest.

"Stupid. Ron foamed.

"Look, he's still a hateful slave owner, enslaving poor, innocent, vulnerable house-elves!

"What are you doing?" Sirius had by this time stepped out of the dusty door, carrying a tattered sack, and made his way to the middle of the square to meet them.

"Kreacher?" Sirius looked down at the house-elf, then shook his head, "Doesn't look like it, otherwise he would have started to insult him, the kid should have brought it from home." He touched his hard stubble and muttered to himself.

"Does your master have any orders?" Sirius then asked Dobby.

"Dobby is just here to say goodbye to the Savior! it's a tribute from Dobby's own!" Dobby politely replied to Sirius' question.

"Thank you. Harry nodded.

"Sirius, is there any way to make the house-elves free again?" Hermione lowered her voice and walked behind Sirius and asked in a whisper, she didn't know much about this, only the ancient pure-blood family would raise house-elves, Hermione obviously didn't have this condition,