Aven, Harry, and Hermione put on their robes as quickly as possible, and Evan also deliberately wrapped the scarf given by Hermione around his neck.

They were led by Sirius Black and came to Hogsmeade.

Before leaving the castle, they met with Professor McGonagall, and although she agreed to let the three of them leave Hogwarts for Christmas, it was clear from her serious face and frowning brow that she was very unimpressed with Sirius's actions.

Evan, Harry, and Hermione were happy that they were finally able to stay in the hospital room.

Standing on the empty, snowy streets of Hogsmeade, Sirius told them to take the three of them to Diagon Alley, where Lupin was too.

Tonight, everyone will be there for Christmas, a perfect Christmas.

Then, after the Christmas break, he sent the three of them back to Hogwarts.

"How are we going to get to Diagon Alley, are we Floo Powder?" Harry asked Sirius.

"No, I've booked the Knight Bus. However, before we go to Diagon Alley, we have to go to an unpleasant place that is not connected to the Floo network. Sirius said nonchalantly, "We're going there to get Aven and Hermione's Christmas presents, and while I don't really want to go back, there's really nothing more fitting than that." ”

"An unpleasant place?" Evan was stunned for a moment, "get there the Christmas presents for me and Hermione?!"

He didn't know where Sirius was pointing, or what he was going to give him, but just as he was about to ask, the knight's bus appeared out of thin air and rushed at him.

The four men hurriedly dodged, and the knight bus stopped where they had just stood, with a deafening sound.

Conductor Stansan Parker jumped onto the sidewalk and greeted him with a warm face.

"Merry Christmas, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Knight's Bus, just stretch out your wand and get on the bus and we'll take you wherever you want to go"

Sampak suddenly stopped, he saw Harry first.

"Look who we've met, isn't this Neville, how are you doing?"

"Neville?" Sirius repeated, curious, "this is Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter?!" Stan froze for a moment, then became excited, exclaiming happily, "I already knew I saw his scars." ”

Stan looked excitedly, and Harry looked embarrassed.

He had ridden the Knight's Bus from the streets of Muggle Street to Diagon Alley a few months earlier, and he had blown up his aunt and left the Dursleys alone, before he met Evan and met Sirius for the first time.

"Why didn't you tell us you were Harry Potter, Neville?" Stan said with a smile on his face at Harry, "By the way, what about your weird little black cat?"

This time it was Aven's turn to be embarrassed, and he couldn't imagine what this guy would say if he knew he was the black cat at the time.

"Let's get in the car, it's so cold outside, I'm almost freezing!"

"Of course, come up. Stan took a step back, and then he looked up at Sirius, "Oh my God, you're Sirius Black, I just saw your picture in the Daily Prophet." ”

Stan's gaze then shifted from Sirius to Evan and Hermione, and the expression on his face grew more and more excited, and he exclaimed, "You're Evan Mason, you're Hermione Granger!

The four of them got on the bus, perhaps because it was Christmas, and there was no one on it except for the driver.

They sat down on the bed of the brass pillar, and Sampark pulled out his recent collection of newspapers, all of which were related to the events of Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew.

Evan saw that the photo of himself and Harry, Hermione, and Ron was also on it, and that the photo was taken last year when Fudge presented them with the Special Contribution Award, and the following is a detailed description of the deeds of the four of them.

Sampak kept saying nothing and asked the four of them to sign autographs, and in this environment, Evan couldn't ask Sirius where they were going.

A little more than an hour later, the knight's bus stopped in the middle of a small square with canopy weeds.

Evan stepped out of the car, and the houses around the plaza had a dirty exterior that didn't look like a welcoming visitor. Some houses have broken windows and are lifeless, paint is peeling off many doors, and a lot of garbage is piling up on the steps ahead.

"Where are we?"

"Grimmauld Place!" Sirius' expression became serious, his face mixed with nostalgia and disgust.

Grimmauld Place?!

Aven's heart moved, this should be the location of the Blake family's ancestral home.

Blake led the three of them down the deserted, pungent smell of the street, stopping in front of a house with a sign that said it was 12 Grimmauld Place.

Unlike all the ordinary houses in the surrounding area, 12 Grimmauld Place is very grand and noble, but it is also dilapidated, like a haunted house.

The black paint on the house was tattered and scratched, the silver doorknob had twisted into a serpentine shape, and the door had neither a keyhole nor a letterbox.

Sirius pulled out his wand and knocked on the door, and Aven heard a loud, metallic click on the door, sounding like a metal chain. A few seconds later, the door creaked open.

"Alright, get on in!" Sirius whispered, "don't go too deep, remember, don't touch anything." ”

Nervous, Aven, Harry, and Hermione walked into the almost completely dark hall, greeted by the thick smell of dust mixed with corruption.

The place felt like an abandoned building, with Harry at the front, and Aven and Hermione looking over his shoulders.

The sun-drenched foyer was adorned with ornate and noble ornaments, but covered with dust, and the house had a strange feel, as if they had entered the room of a dying man.

"What is this place, Sirius?" Evan heard Harry speak, choking on the thick dust and coughing violently.

"My parents' house, the Black family's mansion!" Sirius followed, a hint of disdain in his tone, "but it's mine now." ”

He waved his wand slightly, and out of nowhere came a soft hissing sound, and then all the old-fashioned gas lights on the walls lit up.

A flickering, unstable light cast on the mottled wallpaper and illuminated a long, dark corridor with a worn carpet, a cobweb-covered tree-shaped decorative lamp flickering on the ceiling, and old blackened portraits hanging on the curved walls. (To be continued.) )