Along the way, they discuss what spells to cast on their motorcycles.

Until landing at Godric.

Harry was finally sure of one thing, his godfather, who only remembered things physically.

Sirius was so smug that he even thought that if he could, he would add a wand to his motorcycle and make it incantations incantation, shattering bones, and thunderbolting.

It doesn't help much with how to get your own flying motorcycle.

Potter's Old House.

The weeds in the yard had been hoeed, the dilapidated courtyard walls had been repaired, and the patches that had been patched up had even been carefully aged, as if the explosion had not happened thirteen years earlier.

The door was opened.

There are lights on inside.

Harry's nose moved slightly, and the smell of creamy soup, fish, and chips wafted out of the house that didn't taste very good.

Sirius pushed the motorcycle to the yard and stopped, walking in with Harry.

There are people in the house.

Lupin waved his wand to replenish the calories of the meal on the table so that the food did not cool down.

"Aha, I thought you weren't coming back tonight." Lupin nodded, his tone and face cold.

"There were some unexpected hiccles." Sirius stretched out his right hand and gestured down with his index finger and thumb, creating a tiny gap, "Delayed a little." ”

Lupin snorted and nodded slowly.

Sirius put his helmet down, "I forgot how to arrange Hagrid, I had to take him to the Leaky Cauldron first, and then turn around and go home with Harry." ”

"That's really what you can do." Lupin was relieved, "Let's have some supper." ”

Harry walked over to the table and sat down, picked up a fried potato, clicked and crushed it, rubbing his teeth against the powdery object, and swallowed them hard with a movement of his throat: "Uncle Remus, haven't you lived alone for many years? ”

Lupin sat down and nodded, "What's wrong?" ”

"Why your craft." Harry frowned, unable to find a suitable adjective for a moment.

Lupin's face froze.

Sirius picked up a french fry, swallowed it hard, and nodded, "It's not quite what Mrs. Dursley did." ”

"Auntie's craftsmanship is very good." Harry picked up another fries and ate them.

Lupin scolded.

He has lived alone for many years, but he has been adrift, has no fixed residence, and even has no fixed source of income.

Cook?

He really didn't have much experience.

It's hard to cook a meal by yourself, and these two people still dislike it so much.

Do you have the ability to do it yourself?

Sirius held a hard french fry, using it as a sword, and sent Lupin an invitation to a duel.

Harry ate quietly.

It's just a little unpalatable, maybe the mushroom is used incorrectly, and there is some faint toxicity, but it doesn't matter, Uncle Remus's mind still has to be taken well.

Fremont hung on the wall, looking at them with a gentle, nostalgic look in his eyes.

Young Euphemia hugged Fremont's arm with a kind expression.

After more than ten years, the old Potter house has finally become a home again.

They were so noisy that Lupin and Sirius slept until after eleven o'clock in the evening.

Wait for the next day.

Lupin struggled to get out of bed, and as soon as he stepped out of the bedroom door, he heard a movement in the kitchen, which made him chuckle in his heart—he was only a little less skilled, but if Sirius was tossed in the kitchen, the home that had been repaired would probably have to be rebuilt.

He quickened his pace.

Wait until the kitchen.

It wasn't Sirius who stood inside, but Harry, who skillfully waved his wand, the frying pan swaying, the sausages and omelettes sizzling and vibrating with the oil flowers, giving off an enticing aroma, and the bread was fried in another frying pan, golden brown on both sides.

Harry turned back, and that didn't disrupt his rhythm: "Uncle Remus, it's early." ”

"Good morning." Lupin greeted in a daze.

"You were in such a hurry just now, did you think the godfather was in the kitchen?" With a flick of his wand, Harry's well-fried omelette flew out and landed on one of the slices of bread, followed by the sausages being sliced and falling in an orderly manner, a slice of tomato, a slice of onion, and a little mayonnaise, and a simple sandwich ready and flying onto the plate.

"He's the godfather, after all." Lupin nodded, a little surprised, "I didn't expect your food magic to work so well." ”

"Gryffindor's notes are there." Harry replied simply.

Lupin was stunned again.

Wait

Where did you learn it?

Gryffindor's Notes?

Is there any such thing?

"Don't worry, it's impossible for the godfather to do anything to the kitchen." Harry continued to prepare milk and coffee, "He can't get up so early. ”

Lupin waved his wand, and the plate flew up, holding the food, and landed on the table outside the house: "I thought he would become more or less reliable." ”

"Everybody has their own way." Harry smiled, "He's not bad, and I'm not a baby who needs to be taken care of." ”

"Maybe he should call you Godfather." Lupin couldn't hold back, but still spit out the sentence.

Harry waved his wand.

Boom -

Sirius was taken out of his bedroom, and he seemed to have become accustomed to sleeping as a dog this month, being carried by a collar, dazed, and thrown on the sofa in the living room before he could react.

"Clean it up."

Harry nodded at the dog's head again.

Sirius shook his head, turned back into his human form and stood up, stretching lazily, "Surely Remus made breakfast again?" ”

Lupin was dumbfounded: "That's how you spent your summer vacation?" ”

"He and Dudley would always play late into the night." Harry was expressionless and walked over to the table and sat down, "It's useless to shout at him to get up, you have to use a little bit of tricks." ”

Lupin's eyes were deep.

Sirius was still asking, "Was Remus the breakfast?" ”

"It's me." Harry waved his wand and dragged Sirius to sit down, "Eat, there's still a lot to do today." ”

Lupin sat down as well.

Sirius nibbled on a sandwich before asking, "Today, what's going on today?" ”

As he spoke, he suddenly slapped his thigh: "Yes, you have to pick a motorcycle." ”

"That's not a rush." Harry shook his head, "I'm going to get my armor trimmed first, and I'm going to visit Professor Flitwick, did you tell him to cram during the holidays?" ”

Sirius was stunned and clenched his sandwich: "This is just going home." ”

"But we've been off for a month." Harry was expressionless, "There's still a month until school starts, oh, probably less than a month." ”

"There's a Quidditch World Cup before school starts, which means we only have three weeks."

"Dear Godfather, we won't learn much in three weeks if we don't hurry."

Sirius stared at the sandwich that he had just taken a bite of, obviously feeling hungry, but suddenly he couldn't eat: "Perhaps, we can rest for another day, after all, we will only go home?" ”

Harry didn't speak, just stared at him.

Sirius sighed, "Well, you're right. ”

After breakfast, Sirius went out with Harry, Lupin stayed to clean up, and later he had to go to work in Diagon Alley - the Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop, which officially opened a few days ago, but the store was not large, and only rented a small room.

As soon as July is over, the school season is coming, and it's the best time for the joke workshop to make a name for itself, and Lupin has to get everything in place before then.

They walked through the valley, to the cemetery, to the abandoned hut.

Just like it did at the beginning.

Harry, they walked into Legnack's blacksmith's shop.

This time there were no longer just two elves in the room, but also a Hufflepuff and a Ravenclaw, who greeted Harry warmly when they saw him.

Hawke greeted him eagerly and introduced Harry, "Venerable Mr. Potter, I just heard that you have passed the trials of Gryffindor and become the true heir of Gryffindor. ”

"I really don't know what the Daily Prophet does, and such a big news has not been reported."

"These two little wizards told me."

As he spoke, he paused: "There are more and more of these little wizards who have come to make the same sword as Gryffindor, and these two are here to place orders." ”

The badger and the eaglet bowed their heads in embarrassment.

"What are you doing this time?" Hawk rubbed his hands, "Is it customizing a more advanced armor?" The basilisk skin is good, but it's a little worse than the dragon skin, did you get the dragon skin? ”

Harry shook his head, waved his wand, and took out the snakeskin armor he had prepared, "I'm here to mend the armor." ”

"Damn! What did you do! Legnak, gritting his teeth and looking at Harry's back with a greedy gaze, exclaimed, "This is the best armor, how can it be damaged like this, even if it is fighting a dragon!" ”

"It's fighting creatures that are more dangerous than dragons." Harry interrupted him, "I still have the basilisk skin, how many materials do I need to repair it?" ”

Legnack's eyes flashed: "I want three meters of snake skin, and some powder of basilisk teeth"

"Mr. Potter." Hawker raised his voice, "I need to warn you. ”

"This armor is badly damaged, many of the elven magic on it has failed, my skills are limited, I can't see how many materials are needed to repair it, in order to avoid the Legnak lion opening his mouth, I sincerely recommend you to build a new one."

"You still have a lot of basilisk skins in your hand, and it's more than enough to recreate one."

Legnark gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice: "Hawk! ”

"Hawke wants to protect the rights and interests of wizards fairly and impartially." Hawke puffed out his chest and was very proud, "And Mr. Potter is not an ordinary wizard, he is the successor of the great Gryffindor. ”

"He can't be treated unfairly."

Harry waved his wand and withdrew his armor, "Then let's do it again." ”

Hawke nodded, snapping his fingers, and an old piece of paper flew out and landed in Harry's hand: "Same list as last year, but the price may change slightly, and over the course of a year, the price of some materials may be cheaper or more expensive." ”

"Money is not an issue." Sirius had a lot of money and waved his hand, "The best for Harry, I'm here, don't worry about Garon." ”

"Of course, noble Blake." Hawke bowed respectfully to him.

Legnack took a sip, and when he saw that Harry was about to go out, he quickly called out to him, "Wait, Potter! ”

Harry looked back at him.

"Gryffindor's sword, that belongs to the elves, to Legnak!" Legnak clenched his fists, "You're going to give it back to your true master." ”

Hawke hesitated, his gaze on Legnark and Harry for a moment before he spoke with difficulty: "Times are different, Legnack, and Gryffindor has chosen its heir, and Mr. Potter is now the master of the sword. ”

"Shut up, you filthy brute!" Legnak interrupted him viciously, "What a goblin creates will always be goblin's, and when the user dies, it should return to the elf's arms." ”

"This is a rule that has remained unchanged since time immemorial."

Harry stared at him and whispered, "Legnak, I have a lot of respect for you, can you take back what you just said?" ”

(End of chapter)