In fact, after a whole night of changes, the tension from the nerves is more likely to make people feel tired.

But the threat of the Death Eaters hangs over everyone's minds like a sharp sword, and there is a risk of falling at any moment.

To be on the safe side, they had to spend the night in the living room on the floor.

A family is to be neat and tidy, probably ...... Such a principle was followed.

Early the next morning, Harry woke up from his sleeping bag on the living room floor.

The sky outside could be faintly visible through the gaps in the thick curtains, and the sky before dawn showed a faint water-blue ripple, accompanied by a burst of coolness, everything was so quiet, only the slow, deep breathing of Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione could be heard.

Harry watched as they cast shadows on the floor beside him.

As the only woman, naturally, the couch was reserved for Hermione, while Van Lin was clinging to it, with Harry in the middle and Ron on the far left.

Hermione could be seen to be terrified all night, her arms reaching to the floor, her fingers very close to Van Lin's.

Harry wondered if they slept hand in hand, a thought that made him feel lonely.

It probably came from the resentment of the single dog, and somehow, Harry remembered Ginny.

He looked at the gloomy ceiling and at the chandelier covered in cobwebs. Less than 24 hours ago, he was standing in the sunlight at the entrance of the big tent, ready to lead the way for the wedding guests, which seemed to be the same thing as in a lifetime.

What now? He lay on the floor, thinking about the Horcruxes, the complex and arduous mission that Dumbledore had left him...... Dumbledore...... The grief caused by the death of the headmaster seemed to have changed a little from before, and the condemnation of Muriel's wedding seemed to enter his mind like a vicious disease, infecting the reverence in his heart for the headmaster.

Would Dumbledore let that happen? Did he ever sit idly by, like Dudley, as long as it didn't matter to him? Did he really ignore his imprisoned and hidden sister?

For no reason, Harry thought of the Valley of High Chole, of the graves that Dumbledore had never mentioned, and of the fact that Dumbledore had not given any explanation for the mysterious objects in his will, and his resentment grew in the darkness.

Why didn't Dumbledore tell him, why didn't he explain it, did Dumbledore ever care about Harry, or was Harry just a tool to be polished to him, never trusting him, never trusting him?

Harry couldn't bear to lie there in agony any longer, and he desperately needed something to distract him from now.

So he crawled out of his sleeping bag, picked up his wand, and tiptoed out of the room. At the top of the stairs he whispered, "Fluorescent flicker," and with the faint light of his wand, he walked up the stairs.

The third floor was where he and Ron had slept last time, and he glanced in, the closet door was open, the duvet cover had been torn open, and Harry remembered the troll's leg downstairs that had fallen to the ground.

Someone had left the Order of the Phoenix to search the house!Was it Snape? Or Mondongues, the thief who betrayed the Order of the Phoenix and led to Moody's death?

Sirius did not return, and for him, the ancestral home of the Black family was not suitable for him to live in.

It was too big and too far to be empty, and since Snape's betrayal, Sirius had moved out of the Black family's ancestral home.

Harry's gaze lingered on the frame of Phineas Nigelus' portrait...... He was Sirius's great-great-grandfather and the most unpopular Headmaster in Hogwarts history.

But now there is nothing in the frame, just a muddy backdrop.

It is clear that Phineas Nigelus went to Hogwarts for the night's office.

It was a good place, and without their recognition, no one could force their way into the principal's office.

But what if it was Voldemort?

If he and Dumbledore hadn't gone out that night, staying in the Headmaster's office, wouldn't Dumbledore have been ......

Harry continued up the stairs until he reached the top floor, where there were only two doors. On the door facing him hung a sign that read, "Sirius!"

Harry, who had never been to his godfather's room before, pushed open the door and held his wand aloof, so that the fluorescence could reach a little wider.

Sirius's room was large, and as far as you could see, it must have been quite imposing before.

There was a large bed with carved patterns on the wooden bedside board, high windows covered by long velvet curtains, a thick layer of ash on the chandelier, and candles still on the candle stands, surrounded by drops of candle tears. The pictures on the walls and the headboard are also gray, and the cobwebs stretch from the chandelier to the large wooden closet. As Harry walked inside, he also heard the footsteps of frightened mice.

This place has been abandoned for a long time, and Sirius is almost desperate to get rid of the old identity of the Black family, but it must be admitted that this place carries his godfather's past, and the stubbornness that Sirius shows in the confrontation with the past.

Young Sirius used posters and pictures to cover the silver-gray wall with only a few gaps, because silver-gray was the representative color of Slytherin, which did not match Sirius at all.

Harry guessed that Sirius's parents couldn't deal with the permanently pasting spell, as he was sure they would never approve of their older son's ornamental taste.

Sirius seemed to be deliberately provoking his parents. There were several large Gryffindor flags in the room, and the faded scarlet and gold marked him apart from the rest of the Slytherin family.

Pictures of some Muggle motorcycles were also posted on the walls, as well as several posters of Muggle girls in bikinis.

(Harry did admire Sirius' courage, it was really headstrong, and it was a miracle that Mrs. Black didn't break his leg because of it.) ）

Harry recognized them as Muggles because they were all fixed to the painting, their faded smiles and bright eyes motionless. In stark contrast to these images is the only photo of a wizard on the wall, with four Hogwarts students holding hands and laughing at the camera.

Harry ran briskly, recognising his father, his messy black hair standing on the back of his head, just like Harry, and he was wearing glasses.

Standing next to his father was Sirius, casually handsome, his face a little haughty and younger and happier than Harry had ever seen.

Pettigrew was to the right of Sirius, a head shorter than him, and his small, bulging, watery eyes gleamed with the excitement of being in the company of such a cool group.

To James' left is Lupin, who is a little shabby in comparison, but equally jubilant...... They loved him and accepted him, but maybe it was just because they saw Harry see the picture?

He tried to remove it from the wall, but Harry couldn't.

It seems that Sirius did all the precautionary work to stop his parents from redecorating the house.

Harry looked around. Outside, the sky began to brighten, and a pillar of light shone on the scattered scraps of paper, books, and small objects.

It was clear that Sirius's room had been searched by later generations, and the things on the ground were largely treated as worthless. Some of the books had been rudely flipped, the covers had been separated from the books, and the floors were messed up with page by page.

Harry bent down to pick up some pieces of paper, scribbling through them. He recognized one of them as having been torn from an old edition of A History of Magic (by Bathilda Basshat), and the other had belonged to a motorcycle maintenance manual. The third is handwritten and crumpled.

Harry flattened it and read it.

Dear Bigfoot: Thank you for Harry's birthday present! As soon as he was a year old, he began to sit on a toy broom and soar upwards, and he seemed very happy about it. You can take a look at the photos I sent with me. Barely two feet off the ground, he nearly killed a cat and broke a horrible vase that Penny gave us for Christmas (which wasn't a big deal).

Jaime thought it was funny and said that he would be a great Quidditch player in the future, but we had to put away all the decorations and keep an eye on him as he flew.

We had a fairly quiet birthday tea party, just us and old Bathilda, who was always so nice to us, and who doted on Harry. It's a shame you didn't come, but the Order of the Phoenix should come first, and Harry was too young to even realize it was his birthday!

The isolation made Jaime a little lost, and although he tried to hide it, I could see it. Dumbledore had taken his invisibility cloak, which made it completely impossible for him to go on an outing. If you could come and visit, he would be much more excited.

Wormtail came over last weekend. I think he looked a little listless too, probably because of the news about McMillagan, and I cried all night after learning about it.

Bathilda came almost every day, often telling very interesting stories about Dumbledore. I'm not sure Dumbledore will be happy when he knows! I don't know how much can be believed, in fact, those things seem too unbelievable to Dumbledore......

Harry appeared to lose sensation in his limbs.

He stood still, his nervous fingers clutching at the incredible-looking piece of paper, the excitement of a volcanic eruption rolling through him, the accompanying grief flowing through his body, and he slumped into Sirius's bed.

He read the letter again, but didn't see anything more. So he began to figure out the font for writing letters. She wrote the "g" exactly like his. Harry looked at it word by word, over and over again, and each time it felt like it was gently capturing their image, their breath, through the veil.

It was an incredible letter, and it made him feel that Lily Potter had existed in this world, had lived for real, and that her warm hand had moved over the parchment, and the ink had flowed on the paper, the words, the words about him, Harry, her child.

Harry hurriedly wiped tears from his eyes as he read the letter again, this time focusing his attention on its meaning. It feels like you're listening to a familiar voice talking.

They used to have a cat....... Perhaps he has been reduced to dust like his parents in the valley of the High Chike...... Maybe ran away because there was no one to feed it....... Sirius gave him his first broomstick...... Did his parents know Bathilda Basshata and were they introduced to them by Dumbledore, who kept his cloak of invisibility at all times...... It sounds like a lot of fun......

Harry paused, thinking about what his mother had said. Why did Dumbledore take Jaime's Cloak of Invisibility?Harry distinctly remembered the Headmaster telling him a few years ago, "I don't have to be Cloak to be invisible".

Maybe the less powerful members of the Order of the Phoenix needed help with this, but did Dumbledore still play an errand role?

Harry continued to speculate...... Wormtail used to be here...... Pettigrew, the traitor, was once "listless"? did he realize that this was the last time he would see Jaime and Lily? and finally mentioned Bathilda, the woman who had told some incredible little stories about Dumbledore...... She said Dumbledore - she said what happened to Dumbledore?

There are so many things about Dumbledore that might feel unbelievable. Like getting a pitifully low score on a Transfiguration test, or casting a spell on a goat like Aberforth......

Harry stood up and scrutinized the floor, perhaps the rest of the letter's pages were around here.

Eagerly searching for scraps of paper, as rough as the previous searcher, he pulled open the drawers, shook the books vigorously, stood on the stool and reached the top of the closet with his hands, crawling under the bed and under the armchair. Finally, he lay on the floor and found a torn piece of paper under the chest of drawers. He pulled out the piece of paper and recognized it as the one Lily had described. A dark-haired boy is rushing in and out of the photograph with a small broomstick, laughing happily, followed by a pair of big feet that should have belonged to Jaime.

He rolled up the photo and Lily's letter and put it in his pocket, and continued to look for the next piece of paper.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and he had to admit that the rest of his mother's letter was indeed missing. Had it been lost in those sixteen years, or had it been taken by the man who had searched the room?" Harry looked at the first page of the letter again, this time looking for clues that might be valuable to the contents of the second page.

The Death Eater certainly wouldn't be interested in his toy broomstick...... The only thing he could guess was probably what the things about Dumbledore were about.

She said Dumbledore...... What did she say?