In Solanlian's flickering gaze, Louis stopped drinking his coffee and threw a discerning eye at it.

Hot Coffee (Spiced Version): Solanlian's hand-ground coffee, which tastes great, but has her special potion added to it, and may fall asleep a few hours after consumption.

yes, that's the real Solan Lian.

Seeing Louis put down the coffee cup in his hand, Catherine's heart was also tight, and she hurriedly put it down.

At the same time, there was a ripple in front of Louis, and in the next moment, Solan Lian was bound by the golden rope that Louis's spell had turned into.

Louis walked up to Solan Liane, sighed at the binding technique of the spell, and raised her chin with her wand, "I expected you to do this, Sister Leanne."

"Hmph." Solan Lian put on a steadfast and unyielding look, like a French partisan captured by the Germans.

"Little Moon." Louis turned his head and waved his hand in greeting.

Catherine understood, picked up the coffee on the table, and walked over to Solan Lian and handed it to Solan Lian.

"I hope you'll cooperate, Mom."

Solan Lian snorted, closed her eyes and didn't look at the two people in front of her, looking very arrogant.

Louis waved his wand and pried open Solanlian's mouth, and Catherine poured two cups of coffee into Solanlian.

"It's still very cooperative, huh." Louis pinched her face, and then watched as she lost her mind under the influence of coffee.

"Throw her in the house to rest, really." Louis shook his head and sighed, this woman is really ...... Gee.

……

Because of this, Solanlian was angry for several days, until Louis and the others left for Sirius's house at 12 Grimmauld Place.

It was early in the morning, and only Sirius got up, and he was kicking the house-elves with his feet.

Except for a dirty rag around his waist, the elf was almost *** all over his body. His skin seemed to be several times more than his body actually needed, his head was bare, but a large pile of white hair grew out of his two bat-like ears, his eyes were bloodshot and gray, and his fleshy nose was large, almost like a pig's nose.

In addition to not being very good-looking, this guy's mouth is really too bad.

"The young master is a nasty, ungrateful, lewd billet who broke his mother's heart—" The beaten Kreacher grunted as he held his head, causing Sirius to shut up a spell for good.

By the time Hermione arrived, the house-elf Kreacher had scolded everyone, including his master, Sirius, with a variety of words and tricks that Snape could hardly match.

But Hermione, the elven conservationist, was not angry, but looked at him with pity, which lit a hornet's nest, and Kreacher's swearing words were even more problematic.

"Alright, Sirius, stop beating him, he's pathetic enough." Hermione pitifully pleaded for Kreacher.

Kreacher immediately retorted, "I don't need your poor little stinking mudblood."

One sentence choked Hermione enough, but Louis laughed gloatingly.

It is an eternal truth that the wicked need to be sharpened by the wicked.

But then again, Kreacher's attitude towards Louis is very good, not to say that he is respectful, at least it can be said to be fearful, Louis immediately realized, 10,000% is that his mother once taught Kreacher a love education.

When the conjecture was confirmed from Kreacher's mouth, Louis laughed even more.

Seeing that everyone was coming, Sirius threw Kreacher down, glared at him viciously, and turned to Harry's room to wake him up.

Louis followed and walked into Harry's house, where he saw Harry lying upright on the bed.

"The sun is on your ass, Harry." Louis greeted with a smile.

Sirius looked at Louis and then at Harry, and said with a smile, "I've always thought of good friends

Friends should call each other nicknames so that they are close, for example, James liked to call me Bigfoot, and I preferred to call him Pointed Fork......

"What's that calling him?" Louis has never been very good at giving people nicknames.

Sirius pondered for a long time, but he couldn't think of a nickname suitable for Harry.

Louis turned and shouted, "Cashy, if you were to give Harry a nickname, what would you think would suit him?"

Catherine barely thought about it, and immediately replied, "Scarhead."

"Look, my wife has a strong ability to take nicknames, right?" Louis gestured to Sirius.

Sirius sneered, "It's really strong, it must have been inherited from Solan Liane - she gave me the nickname "Big Black" back then, but unfortunately I couldn't beat her, otherwise I would have hung her."

Louis endured and endured, and forced himself to tell Sirius that the nickname was actually his mother's impulse.

Harry was still standing on the bed, staring at the ceiling as if he were in a dream, he had just woken up from a very vivid dream, and he hadn't recovered from it until Louis called out for him Scarhead.

Harry pressed his hands tightly to his face, and under his fingers, the lightning-bolt scar ached as hot, as if someone had pressed a white-hot wire against his skin.

"What's wrong with you? Harry?" Sirius' face was concerned.

Harry didn't speak, but sat up, covering his scar with one hand and fumbling for his glasses on the bedside table with the other. He put on his glasses, and the scene in front of him was finally clear.

"Sirius, Louis." Harry said hello, he pressed the scar, it still hurt badly.

"The scar hurts?" Sirius asked with concern.

Harry nodded.

Louis frowned and said, "It seems that your kid's Occlumency Technique really didn't practice well...... Dreaming of Voldemort?"

Sirius looked embarrassed as Louis said this.

In fact, he was also to blame for this, Harry always said that he didn't want to practice, and he didn't force it.

"Hmm." Harry nodded, and sat by the window, trying to remember the scene from his dream. Everything is so realistic...... There were two people he knew, and one he didn't know...... But he was sure that there must be Voldemort among them, otherwise his skull would not have hurt like this bear.

"Just ...... When dreaming." Harry began to recount his strange dreams, "It was a dimly lit room...... There was a snake lying on the carpet in front of the fireplace, and a small man knelt on the ground, he seemed to be Peter...... No, he's Peter the Wormtail, and there's a cold, high-pitched voice commanding Peter, and that's Voldemort's voice."

With that, Harry tugged at the collar of his coat and felt as if a lump of ice had slipped into his stomach on a hot day.

He closed his eyes tightly and remembered again, trying to remember what Voldemort looked like, but he couldn't.

"All I know is that as soon as Voldemort's chair turned around, when I saw what it was, I felt a great wave of fear, and I woke up as if something unseen was pressing on me, making me unable to move, unable to make a sound, and could only look at the ceiling with my eyes open......

"If you can't think of it, don't think about it, Harry." Sirius said with concern, "Wormtail, you must be dreaming, Wormtail, that traitor is still in Azkaban."

"Don't talk too much, Sirius." Louis pulled out of his pocket the latest Daily Prophet - this is the same morning newspaper that left Solan Liane's house this morning: "Look at it."

Sirius took the newspaper and the first thing he saw was the huge headline.

Peter Pettigrew Escaped from Prison

For a moment, he wanted to tear the newspaper to shreds.

"This bunch of trash!" He scolded viciously.

"That's not what you said when you broke out of prison yourself." Louis was talking coolly.

"Look at my business,

Can it be called a prison break?" Sirius defended, "That's leaving, that's leaving......

"If you say anything more, we'll laugh." Louis and Harry glanced at each other and laughed together, the cheerful air in the bedroom warned.

"Well, don't think about it so much, Voldemort isn't a big problem, and even if you think about it, it won't help, you can't expect the Ministry of Magic to kill him, right?" Louis spread his hands, "By the time the Ministry of Magic has assembled the Aurors, they'll be gone."

"You're right." Harry nodded and walked out of the bedroom.

After spending a little time in the bedroom, Kreacher was ready for breakfast. Of course, without Hermione's share, and at Louis's persuasion, Kreacher reluctantly prepared a breakfast for Hermione.

Louis exchanged his breakfast with Hermione's, and Kreacher took the plate in front of Louis in a hurry, and then changed it for him a moment later.

"Your heart and eyes have all grown out of you." Solan Lian commented.

"I should say that I know Kreacher very well." Louis shook his head at Kreacher, and received a forced smile from Kreacher.

Kreacher's skills are okay, a little inferior to the house-elves at Hogwarts, but it's only a little bit. Hermione choked on herself as she ate, at least in her opinion, the ice had broken in her relationship with Kreacher.

"Dirty little mudbloods, stay away from me." Kreacher's Snape behavior continues.

Harry couldn't look at it and said, "Kreacher, don't say that about my friend."

But Hermione didn't appreciate it, and said without looking up, "Harry, this is his freedom, oh my God...... This is the beginning of the house-elves' rebellion against wizard rule, and we should support ......."

Catherine slapped her knife and fork on the table, walked over to Hermione, and carried her out.

It's not very likable - she's not even a virgin, she's forcing everyone to accept her point of view, and she's a little bit of an extreme animal protection organization.

Catherine was also very simple, threw her a lot of the writings of her mentors, and said viciously, "Read them all, and I will check them in a month, and if you don't have them all in one, I don't think you will want to try what it is like to hang the Admiralty upside down!"

Translated into it, it is Bai Zuo's taste, and you should read it.

It was close to lunch when Wess was late. Seeing Hermione sitting at her desk studying the magnificence tome, Ron whispered at Harry and asked, "What's wrong, I'm sick again?"

"Shhh............h

"You think I look like a ***?" Ron asked rhetorically.

"I don't think you're like that." Harry smacked his lips, "I think you're ......"

Ron flew up and kicked Harry in the ass, laughing and yelling, "Fuck off."

The Wesleys were still chatting eagerly with Sirius and Solan Liane, and when Ye Ziyan walked in through the door, the atmosphere became even more lively.

The topic of conversation was nothing more than children, and when it came to education, Sirius was very proud of Harry's achievements at school, especially his talent for Quidditch.

"So Sirius, when are you going to have a child yourself?" Aunt Molly asked suddenly.

"Me? Ah, I'm not in a hurry." Sirius said with some embarrassment that there has always been no shortage of hot girls around him, but he really hasn't thought about getting married and having children.

Solanlian grinned with a small face, "You are indeed not a small one, Sirius, you should find a suitable girl to spend your life with."

"I'd better forget it." Sirius shook his hand and said, "Don't talk about that, let's talk about what we're going to do in two days......

"Looks like you still can't forget Emma." Aunt Molly said with some embarrassment, "Alas, you are always so infatuated, Sirius......

As a result, Sirius was embarrassed when he heard this, Ye Ziyan covered his mouth and smiled, took out his wand, and formed a picture in front of everyone.

Sirius is shown accosting a Muggle girl, then having dinner, after which the two go into a hotel.

"Is this your infatuation?" Ye Ziyan asked playfully.

Louis interjected, "People have to move forward, the people are gone, and all we can do is live with this thought, right, Sirius?"

Sirius immediately answered, "Yes, yes, that's right, Louis, that's what I actually thought, after all, I have to look forward."

Ye Ziyan put away the spell, put the wand back in his pocket, and snorted at Louis.

He wanted to step on him, but Louis was deftly dodged.

"I think you have the potential to be a scumbag, I can see through you, Louis." Ye Ziyan has a scheming frog touching your belly, indicating that she has seen through Louis's inner potential like Pique saw through Phnom Penh's feints.