After leaving the Dursleys, Sirius took Harry on a broomstick ride to a suburban villa.

"You bought a house in Little Huijin?!"

Seeing such a luxurious single-family villa in front of him, Harry looked at Sirius beside him in surprise.

"Yes, I wanted to buy a house on Privet Road, but I didn't find a tenant willing to sell." Sirius jumped off his broomstick and said casually.

"It's nice to think about it when I'm wanted, at least I'll be able to use the Confusion Charm on those Muggles without any mental barriers, and that would be much easier."

He rummaged through his pockets, then shrugged, "I can't find the key, forget it......

"Alohora."

Harry watched Sirius' movements blankly, and asked in a low voice, "Sirius...... Tell me the truth, did you really buy this villa yourself?"

"What are you thinking?" Sirius smirked, "I've just been cleared of my wanted warrant, so I can't think about it yet. What's more, I don't lack such a little money at all!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and shouted into the house, "Kreacher, is this house cleaned up?"

A house-elf with a bare head and a fierce face came out of the house.

"It's already packed, Sirius Master." Kreacher replied, and then muttered in a low voice, "Young Master Sirius, who has just returned, is about to use the family property that Young Master Regulus has managed to recover......

"Not only did he buy an expensive but useless broken broom for outsiders, but he also bought an old Muggle house at a premium, and sooner or later the Blake family property would be destroyed by him......

Kreacher was muttering, but his voice was just enough to be heard by both Sirius and Harry.

Harry's expression stiffened, and he glanced at Sirius in embarrassment, wondering if he should return the firebolt to Sirius...... But he really liked the broom and was a little reluctant.

Sirius's face darkened all at once.

"Kreacher, I am the ultimate heir to all the Blake family's property!" He said to Kreacher with a straight face, "Is there anything wrong with me spending my own money to buy things for my godson?"

"It's fine." Kreacher glanced at Sirius, then muttered, "That's why I'm worried that sooner or later, the Blake family's fortune will be ruined by Young Master Sirius's indifferent mentality."

"Uh...... Sirius, I don't know what's going on in your family, or I'd better have returned the firebolts, right?" Harry asked in a whisper.

"Ignore him, this house-elf is just against me all day long!" Sirius felt a little embarrassed, and gritted his teeth and kicked Kreacher out, "When you're done, leave and go find your young master Regulus!"

After Kreacher Apparition left, until Harry and Sirius entered the living room together, Harry was still torturing whether to persuade Sirius to give the house and broomstick away.

"Sirius, I don't have to use firebow arrows, I can get ......a Quidditch Cup with a sweep of the Seven Stars," Harry finally made his decision, and said to Sirius resolutely. ….

"You really don't care what Kreacher is talking about......" Sirius glanced at Harry helplessly, "I'm really not short of money, it's just that that house-elf has been with my mother since I was a child, and just like her, she has always looked down on me, a traitor to the Blakes."

"You know, Harry, I'm the only Gryffindor in House Blake, and that is tantamount to betrayal in their eyes. If it weren't for the fact that I was the only heir left in our family, those family assets would not have passed on to me......

"But didn't that house-elf just say ...... You also have a brother?" Harry wondered.

Sirius fell silent.

"It's a bit complicated, anyway, everyone thinks Regulus is dead...... Or rather, he's really dead."

He whispered, "With Dracula's help, he came back to life, but the family fortune has been passed on to me."

"Back from the dead?!" Harry's mouth opened wide in shock.

"It's not a resurrection, but it's not too bad." Sirius's arrogant eyes were also vaguely mixed with a slightly convincing look, "I have to say, your Professor Dracula is really a very powerful person."

Harry nodded heartily.

Although Professor Dracula looks unreliable all day long looking for fun, idleness, and idleness, many of his casual actions will bring great shock to the students.

"Alright, let's not talk about those complicated things." Sirius shook his head and took the topic aside, "Instead of talking about those things, let's think about who will win this year's Quidditch World Cup."

"I've already agreed with Arthur that the two of us will go to Wesley's house together and go with them to the Quidditch World Cup final."

Harry, who was a Quidditch fan, was immediately distracted.

"That's great!" He jumped in anticipation, "I've been thinking about it for a summer, and Ron told me that Mr. Wesley could get a ticket from the Ministry of Magic."

"yes, it's still from the top box!" Sirius looked a little regretful, "I wanted to buy you a few tickets myself, but it seems that I don't need ......."

"It's okay to save Kreacher from complaining about your indiscriminate spending." Harry laughed.

"Forget it, he'll find a way to tease me anyway." Sirius shrugged.

"By the way," he asked, with a sudden move in his eyes, "Does your Professor Dracula like Quidditch?" He helped me and my brother a lot, and I thought I should give him some gifts."

"Uh...... Maybe you don't like it very much, do you?" Harry pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "It seems that Professor Dracula doesn't go to the Quidditch pitch every time he goes to watch the game, he just wants to have fun watching us play."

"Is that so......" Sirius lost in thought.

……

Meanwhile, Dracula, who is being muttered by Sirius and Harry, is sitting in the exclusive Wyvern of Tumbledown Alley, sipping a drink in the most luxurious compartment.

Across from Dracula sat a pale, blond-haired man with an anxious expression. ….

"Professor Dracula, I'm completely on your side, you must help me!" Lucius's body moved and fidgeted, as if there were thorns in the soft, luxurious cushions of the cubicle.

"Don't move around here, I'm upset to watch." Dracula raised his eyes and glared at him, then continued to savor the wine in his goblet.

Lucius was quiet, not daring to move any more, but his breathing was still a little rapid.

After a leisurely tasting of the wine, Dracula gently placed the goblet on the table and looked at Lucius.

"Tell me, Lucius, why are you in a hurry to find me this time?" Dracula asked nonchalantly.

Lucius didn't say anything, but pulled the sleeve of his left arm, revealing a red skull mark, and a large python emerged from the skeleton's mouth as if it had a tongue sticking out.

"Professor Dracula, the Dark Mark has become clear again in recent times." "I thought it was a delusion when I first found it a few days ago, but in the past two days, this mark has even shown signs of fever......

"You should know what that means!"

Dracula's expression became a little more solemn, and he looked at the mark that had caused so much trouble in the wizarding world and brought endless fear.

"I remember the last time in the bunker you Death Eaters built for him, didn't Voldemort actively burn his own soul?" He asked softly.

"That's right, I thought the Dark Lord's time was over." Lucius's lips trembled, and a few drops of cold sweat ran down his forehead, "In the beginning

And so it was, the Dark Mark was almost gone......

"But from this summer onwards, every day, the markings will be a little clearer. Today, it's not much worse than it was during the war!"

Looking at Lucius's face covered in cold sweat, and then at the incomparably clear black mark on his left arm, Dracula's eyes also flashed with solemnity.

Voldemort had already burned his soul on his own initiative, and even if a Horcrux existed, he could keep a remnant soul that was even worse than his wandering soul, but his strength was indeed weakened to the limit.

Now, less than two years have passed since Voldemort spontaneously combusted, and theoretically it is far from the time when he can recover.

If it had been a few months ago, Dracula might have been confused.

But now, he can tell with perfect certainty that Voldemort really borrowed the power of the so-called Grim Reaper!

"So you're coming to me now, do you already have any ideas?" Dracula asked.

"Yes, I do have an idea...... However, you need to be consulted." Lucius said crampedly.

"Tell me about it." Dracula said.

"Ahem...... Lucius coughed dryly twice, and said cautiously, "Professor Dracula, you actually know...... The Dark Lord doesn't trust me very much right now, not even those of us Death Eaters who weren't imprisoned in Azkaban."

"That's natural, it's strange that he can trust you." Dracula scoffed, "Voldemort is a bit stupid, but he's not entirely stupid." ….

Lucius didn't dare to say anything more about Dracula's comments on Voldemort, so he could only bow his head and pretend that he hadn't heard it, and then explain his thoughts later.

"Yes, we really can't be trusted, so we have to do something to earn trust." He said, "We all know that the most important thing about the Dark Lord is that after he lost power, we Death Eaters who saved our freedom did nothing to find him......

"So, while the Dark Lord hasn't summoned us with the Dark Mark yet, we can do something ahead of time to show that the Death Eater is still active, that we haven't forgotten him, and that we haven't stopped looking for him."

After Lucius finished speaking, he looked at Dracula with some humility, for fear that he would think that he was taking the opportunity to make some small moves.

"You think you'll regain Voldemort's trust just like that?" Dracula didn't care if Lucius was making a small move, but he felt that his plan was a bit self-defeating, so he glanced at him with a slanted eye.

"Of course not, but at least we'll have something to say when we face the Dark Lord." Lucius said, "He must be in a hurry to hire people now, and he won't attack us without a good reason."

"That's an interesting statement." Dracula thought for a moment, then curled the corners of his mouth, "Are you sure you're going to convince the other Death Eaters to join you?"

"They think the same thing as I do." Lucius said, "Now that there is only one person who is missing to take the lead, I think I can get this position and be more confident in front of the Dark Lord when the time comes."

"Looks like you've figured it out." Dracula chuckled softly and picked up the bottle to refill himself with a glass of wine, "How?"

"I want to start a riot in the name of the Death Eaters at the upcoming Quidditch World Cup." Lucius took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

"If things get out of hand, Professor Dracula, I hope you can help me get the situation under control!"

……

Obviously, the Wesleys, Harry, and Sirius were unaware of the "planned" riot that was coming.

On the day of the Quidditch World Cup final, they woke up early and made their way to the camping ground around the Quidditch pitch via the portkey.

[In view of the circumstances, there are hundreds or thousands of tents of strange shapes, which go up the gentle slope of a large expanse of wide ground that stretches all the way to the black woods above the horizon.

There were so many wizards coming to watch the final of the Quidditch World Cup that the Ministry of Magic had to

They were given a "Batch Landing Plan and Management of Portkeys" to prevent teams using different portkeys from colliding together and causing major traffic accidents.

The Wesleys were unlucky, as they were given a 5:07 a.m. Portkey landing time, so they had to wait a few hours at the camp to wait for the official start of the Quidditch match.

Of course, there were many more people who came before Wesley's family, and some of them had already spent the night in camp.

Along the way, Mr. Wesley proudly explained this year's Quidditch World Cup to the young wizards, telling them that the stadium could accommodate 100,000 spectators.

Of course, at the cost of five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic working on this for a whole year!

"Fudge didn't handle Sirius and Buckbeak well, received a lot of complaints, and was anxious to get rid of his early image as a Dumbledore echo bug, so he wanted to make a big splash for a long time."

Mr. Wesley said.

Then, he looked mysteriously at a few young wizards who were still in school, "It's not just this, there's an event that's just as important and relevant to you!"

……

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