Lupin's gaze was extremely sharp.

They obediently pulled the door open and sat in, and the wizards always managed to make things that were different from what they were looking for, and the inside of the car was unusually wide.

Sirius stretched comfortably, his arms fully open, and he didn't touch anyone's face.

You can even pull out a wine table and set up a wizard's chess table.

Arthur drove a lot of flying cars, and his driving experience was completely disproportionate to his lack of knowledge of cars, even though he chatted with Sirius about car brands, styles, interiors, and even asked about the difference between steam engines and gasoline engines, his mind was almost entirely on Sirius, but he still drove smoothly.

Drinks on the table won't spill.

The transparent car weaves through the clouds, occasionally startling a group of birds, restless and flustered, but imperceptible to nothing.

More than an hour later.

Amid the chatter of Lupin and Tonks as the donkey's head was at odds, they landed smoothly.

Sirius was about to push the door.

"Wait, don't worry, we'll scare the Muggles when we go out now." Arthur hurriedly stopped him, rummaged in his pocket, and after a while pulled out a silver lighter.

He rolled down the window and put his hand out.

There was a click—he struck the flint, and the nearest streetlamp seemed to be drained of its soul, and the light source arced and disappeared into the lighter.

Harry looked at it with surprise in his eyes.

Not extinguished.

It is the conceptual sense of swallowing up the light.

"I borrowed it from Dumbledore." Arthur muttered, clicking and clicking in his hand, "He said it was a very powerful magic item, but it didn't seem to be of any use except to turn off the lights." ”

After a while, the whole square was plunged into darkness.

Arthur still wanted to press it.

"I can't press it." Harry pressed his hand, "If you press it again, you're going to turn off the lights in someone else's house." ”

Arthur smugly retracted the light out, this thing looked unremarkable, and it was really decompressing when pressed.

He raised his wand and was about to recite the incantation.

Sirius reached out and flicked a button, and the car lights came on.

"Harry, Remus, you two look at this." Arthur pulled out a note and spread it out.

On it was Dumbledore's handwriting: "Order of the Phoenix Command is located at 12 Grimmauld Place, London. ”

The note is mediocre, and the text is mediocre.

But in such an ordinary situation, a magical aura gushed out, wrapped around him and Lupin, wrapped around his wrists, and quickly disappeared into his body.

"Curse of Faithful Courage." Harry reached out to catch the breath, but couldn't.

"Yes." Sirius comforted him, "But don't worry, Harry, I'm not making a claim this time, the secret is Professor Dumbledore, and no one can pry the location of the command out of his mouth." ”

Harry picked up the note and shook it in front of his eyes.

"No, this is the exception, I have to tell you, otherwise even if we take you, you won't be able to get in." Sirius gritted his teeth in shame.

He rubbed his hands together, and the Ignifah seal poured out, engulfing the note and annihilating it into ashes.

Then, another vanishing spell was fired, and even the ashes disappeared without a trace.

That's when they got out of the car.

The dark square, moving forward in the dark, through the moonlight, can vaguely see something.

Many years ago, Grimmauld Square may have been a wealthy part of London, an iconic complex, but now it is dirty and broken, with garbage piled up, a rotten smell in the nose, and houses covered with peeling bricks, moss, and creepers.

It's old.

The house on the note doesn't seem to exist.

They were now in the middle of the two rooms, with "11" to the left and "12a" to the right—although there was the number "12", it stood for "13", and the Britons hated the number "13", and they would usually replace it with other words, or numbers.

No need to be reminded by Arthur.

Harry thought to himself, "Between 11 and 12a, there's 12 Grimmauld Place. ”

Mental reflection, reality.

11 and 12a were pushed aside, and they retreated silently, and "12" squeezed out of them to reveal a dirtier, more dilapidated house, with a rare magical plant sticking to the walls—something that only a largely uncleaned home environment could grow, and Professor Sprout had had a headache trying to find them for a while.

The door was also dirty, and the delicate black paint on it was almost completely peeled off, except for the last few pieces in the corners.

A scratch on the left and a scratch on the right is carved hideously on the façade.

The Slytherin family seems to love snakes, and there is also a snake on the door of Black's old house, a shiny silver Ouroboros, which hangs on it as a knocker.

Except for those of them who watched this happen, no one else noticed the change.

The neighbors next door No. 11 and 12a didn't notice it, even the neighbor "No. 8" who put his eyes on the window and peeked out curiously.

Sirius pulled out his wand and tapped it on the knocker.

The silver serpent turned, clicking—the mechanism rattled, the old chain rubbed against it with a screeching and laborious sound, and it was a few moments before the door creaked and opened with difficulty.

"It's time to apply the lube." Sirius sighed.

He touched the ancient door, and his tone was inexplicably melancholy.

It used to be his home, and even here, he didn't enjoy a good childhood.

"Let's go." He shook his head, "Hurry up and get in, be careful." ”

They stepped over the threshold and walked in.

Arthur was the last, holding the lights out, releasing the balls of light, and the street lights were soon back on.

When he came in, there was a snap, and the door was slammed shut.

The room was dark, damp, rotten, old air, and Harry raised his wand and cast a cleansing charm to make the smell a little better.

"How do you turn on the lights?" Harry unleashed a fluorescent spell that lit up his surroundings.

Sirius muttered, "I remember here? ”

He stepped aside, reached out and touched it, and in a few moments, an ethereal light was released, illuminating the narrow hallway, surrounded by peeling wallpaper and hanging half-dead, and the carpet had been polished by the years, and it was impossible to see the original pattern on it.

The ancient, dusty ornaments were serpentine-shaped—as if Blake were the heir to Slytherin.

Harry has the sharpest senses.

He could hear that there were at least five or six biomes in this house, common cockroaches, foxes, goblins and carnivorous slugs that shouldn't be here, and the environment was so bad that it wasn't even as good as the Forbidden Forest—at least the air in the Forbidden Forest was much cleaner.

In the distance, footsteps hurried.

Molly appeared at the other end of the foyer and greeted them, her voice very low: "Arthur, and Harry, you are finally back, more than ten minutes later than we estimated"

"Friends haven't seen each other for a long time, and it took a little time to chat." Arthur cautiously explained, "But don't worry, we're not in any trouble. ”

"Harry." Molly ignored her husband and hugged Harry warmly, "Finally seeing you again, how was the summer vacation, Ron kept talking about you, you seem to have lost some weight?" But dinner will have to wait a little longer, just now a group of foxes came to make a fuss."

Arthur interrupted his wife, "It's clear that you've been talking about Harry, and Ron is going crazy with George and Fred. ”

Molly glared.

Arthur craned his neck.

"Upstairs? Ron and George, they were there. Molly let go of Harry, "Miss Granger hasn't come here yet, she might want you, or wait for Tonks to pick it up." ”

Arthur grabbed Harry's arm: "I'm afraid not, Harry has to come with us to a meeting." ”

"Harry, he's only in his fifth year!" Molly suppressed her voice and let out a small exclamation.

Arthur pressed his wife's shoulder: "But Harry is mature and powerful, much better than us adult wizards, and the backbone of the Order of the Phoenix is Dumbledore and Harry." ”

Mo Li sighed, tears in her eyes, she was a little difficult to accept, a little wizard like her own child, had to take on such a big responsibility.

"Dear Aunt Molly, don't worry, I'll be fine." Harry hugged her again.

Molly nodded, "Okay, then go ahead, Dumbledore must have a reason for doing this." ”

They hurried out of the foyer.

Arthur's voice returned to its normal volume: "Sirius, you can count it, when the meeting is over, we will discuss how to clean this room." ”

"I've said it all, you can toss it as much as you want." Sirius spread his hands nonchalantly, and paused, "But those books have to be kept for Harry." ”

Arthur shook his head: "No, this is your house after all, we are already embarrassed to borrow it, how can we clean it casually, besides"

He lowered his voice: "That house-elf is very difficult to deal with. ”

"Kreacher?" Sirius threw a name.

Arthur nodded.

Sirius gritted her teeth: "Don't worry, I'll convince it well." ”

No one has been back to Black's old mansion for many years, and although there are house-elves here, it seems that they are only using magic to maintain the intact structure of the house, and even the industrious creatures have given up on maintaining cleanliness and hygiene.

They walked up the second floor on steps that creaked and sounded like they might collapse at any moment.

Walk down the long, dark hallway to the living room at the end.

The space is large, with a huge floor-to-ceiling window that allows you to see the square and the street outside; A large fireplace is carved out of one wall, and the left and right ends are once exquisite, but now dilapidated, glass cabinets.

It is full of the smell of all kinds of creatures.

The living foxes, the shivering and shivering in hiding, the boggarts that have been played around for a while, a nest of dead fluffs, and some non-magical animals, spiders, cockroaches, centipedes, they hide in deeper corners, in groups after groups, densely packed.

The living room was barely tidyed, at least the long table was clean, with a brand new candlestick, and many people were sitting next to it.

Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, and even Rita Skeeter.

"Why is this woman here!" Sirius was a little furious and looked at Rita incredulously.

"Why can't I be here?" Rita pinched her waist and was right, "For Mr. Potter, I was born and died, even if I didn't have merit, I had hard work!" ”

"Fired from the Daily Prophet and nowhere to go?" Harry was succinct.

Rita was stunned, tilted her head back, and the square glasses slipped off her face uncontrollably, she hurriedly caught them and put them back on: "Mr. Potter, how do you know?" ”

"Since the holiday, you haven't posted even an article." Harry sat down and replied, "I thought you were caught again, but now I see you, apparently unharmed. ”

Rita sighed and slammed her hand on the table, clicking and smashing a crack and popping out a few pieces of sawdust.

His body stiffened, and his voice became frightened: "I didn't use my strength!" Very light, very light! ”

She pulled out her wand and tried to cast a spell to repair it, but the repair spell fell on it, not only did it not heal, but even made the rift even bigger.

"I forgot to tell you." Sirius spoke slowly, "This table has been incredibly spelled, and magic doesn't work. ”

"You Blake," Rita's face flushed, and she swallowed back a few indecent words as she looked at Harry, "Furniture also casts a counter-spell?" ”

"Blake, one or two, is indeed sick." Sirius nodded, helping Rita say the words she didn't dare to say, "I didn't know the ancestors thought so, maybe they were just trying to keep the house-elves from casting spells and being lazy." ”

"Spell cleaning is better than human cleaning." Harry reminded him.

Sirius' face was expressionless: "But it is not noble or elegant at all, nor does it reflect the difference between master and servant. ”

Buying a fried potato from downstairs is not noble at all.

But if you send a man to run it on two legs from Great Britain to France, and buy a fried potato and come back, even if it is wilted and has no heat, it is noble.

"I'll try to fix it, but it doesn't work, I'll buy you another one." Rita sighed and admitted the bad luck.

"This table is medieval." Sirius kindly reminded her, "It's more than six hundred years old. ”

Rita's breath froze.

What does history mean? means money, a lot of gold gallons.

"Can you take a break while I get back to work?" Rita was pitiful and aggrieved, "I just lost my job, and I don't have much money in my hands now." ”

Sirius pinched her waist with an indescribable sense of relief, this damn woman had suffered so much for herself, and now she was finally going to pay it back.

"How did you get fired from the Daily Prophet?" Harry asked her.

Rita raised her hand again, looked at the marks that she had just been smashed by herself, froze slightly, and smashed her fist on her thigh: "Minister Fudge's order that no one is allowed to speak for you, at first because of the so-called 'freedom of speech', they pinched their noses and tolerated me for posting a few articles. ”

"But I'm not even allowed to publish the photos!"

"As soon as the limelight passed, they even found a random reason to expel me, and they didn't even give me compensation!"

"Damn the Daily Prophet."

"What photos do you want to post?" Sirius asked her, "Harry's?" ”

Rita shook her head, "Of course not, it's the three notes from the Triwizard Tournament, and Mr. Dumbledore allowed me to take pictures." ”

As she spoke, she paused: "And a few photos I took sneaking into the Aurors' office, their deaths are not as exaggerated as they were made up, and most importantly, they all have dark mark marks on their arms, which is the most critical and important." ”

"They didn't even report it at all!"

"As long as you put these things out, isn't it clear if you're being threatened, Mr. Potter?"

The more she spoke, the more angry her voice became.

"They're all hyenas!" Rita scolded.

Sirius coughed twice.

Rita was stunned and quickly changed her words: "They are all a group of thieves and wolves!" ”

Harry coughed twice.

Rita didn't know about Harry's Animagus, but she knew the identity of the Lupin Werewolf, and quickly changed her words: "They're all a bunch of troll brains!" ”

Snape nodded in affirmation of her swearing.

"The conscience of the reporter has forgotten, he doesn't care about the facts at all, and he makes up disgusting rumors by grasping some rumors!" Rita scolded vigorously, stood up, and stepped on the stool, "As journalists, we must always remember to tell the truth to our readers!" ”

The people in the room all looked at her with a very strange look.

Everyone else may be qualified to say that.

But how can you, Rita Skeeter, the most famous and swindling reporter in the wizarding world, embarrassed to say these things, the people you scolded, are doing, but you have been the best at it, and you have done the most energetic thing!

Rita caught their gaze, but pinched her waist and was right: "I'm different from them now!" ”

"I have corrected my mistakes under Mr. Porter's teachings, and I will now be a journalist of integrity."

Harry was expressionless: "You just got on the thief ship, it's not good to get off again." ”

Rita's expression and momentum suddenly collapsed, and she sat back silently: "Mr. Potter, you don't have to be so straightforward, so you can make me believe in myself." ”

"If you're looking for a job, I know a place that wouldn't be a good place for you." Arthur touched his chin thoughtfully.

Rita's eyes lit up, "Thank you so much, Mr. Weasley, what's the place to go?" Which magazine or newspaper? ”

"Wizard Weekly?"

"Focus on the truth?"

"Still."

Arthur interrupted her enjoyment: "No, it's the opposite. ”

"Contradictory?" Rita's brain was a little down, her eyes were blank, she searched in her head, and after a while, she pulled out the information of the magazine through the cracks.

"The magazine that has some weird stuff that doesn't even count as a rumor?"

Arthur nodded, not at all trying to contradict the prefixes she had uttered.

"I don't even have the idea of fertilizing my garden with them." Rita shook her head, her face full of resistance.

Arthur said earnestly: "But if you want to publish the things you investigated, such as the pictures of the Dark Devil marks on the Death Eaters, or the pictures of the Goblet of Fire spitting out three notes, I'm afraid that only one magazine in the whole of Great Britain has the audacity." ”

"Mr. Lovegood is a man of great courage and naïve romanticism in relation to ordinary people."

In short, he was almost as insane as Dumbledore.

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