Amosta returned to Hogwarts at dusk three days before the end of the Christmas holidays, and by this time, the young wizards who had returned home for Christmas had not yet returned, but the deans of the four houses had already returned early to take care of the end of the semester.

He didn't bother anyone, but went back to his office first, ready to see how the pair of enemies were getting along.

Unexpectedly, there was no one in the spotless office, only the fireplace, which sensed the return of the owner of the room, burned on its own.

After placing the suitcase on the couch, Amosta turned his head to see a note on the desk, which looked like it had been left by one of the two of them.

Amosta:

I discussed with Lenny that a blind search was useless when the mouse didn't show any flaws, so we were going to stay at Lenny's old house for two days, and I heard Lenny say that you have the right to use that house, and that you had planned to clean it over the Christmas holidays, and I thought Lenny and I could help with that first.

If you're back at school, you can come to us at the old house and we can have a party together to celebrate Lenny's freedom.

Your faithful Remus Lupin

The handwriting on the letter paper is not exactly the same as Remus's usual handwriting, and between the lines, there is also a lightness, and it is obvious that when he wrote this letter, Remus must have been in a good mood.

"What do you mean by 'I have the right to use that house'? --”

Amosta pouted, "I hope you two guys don't forget, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are still waiting outside the door..."

Amosta threw Remus's message into the fireplace, and a stench of burning hair permeated the air, staring at the time when the paper turned to ashes, and Amosta frowned slightly as he said this casually.

As he said, the Ministry of Magic was still staring at it, and these two guys shouldn't be overjoyed.

"Okay--"

Through the surveillance screen, Amosta glanced at the deserted Hogwarts Castle, and after a brief thought, he picked up the coat he threw on the bed and walked out of the office quickly.

It was getting late, and a little smoke was already rising from the chimney on the roof of Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and Amosta could see through the window, and several different figures could be seen faintly in the dimly lit room, thinking that Harry and they were visiting there.

At this time, if he waits for the train to rush back to London, it will probably be at least midnight to reach Grimmauld Place, and the knight's bus is the way he absolutely does not want to face, so he can only choose to phantom shift, although the consumption of magic is huge, but fortunately, it is fast.

The world was hazy before his eyes, and his ears were filled with the sound of the howling wind, and in an instant, Amosta was firmly anchored in the long, dilapidated hallway of the foyer, beyond the barriers of mountains and rivers and the ancient defensive spells that guarded the old mansion.

When he saw the condition of the house, Amosta raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Compared to last time, this place has changed dramatically.

Every inch of the dusty floor seemed to have been wiped with a stain-remover brightener, reflecting a jewel-like glow in the light of the freshly new chandeliers on the ceiling. Both sides of the walls had been repaired, and the dark green and blackened walls had all been torn off and replaced with a more pleasing sky blue.

But I don't know if it's intentional or not, the portraits of the ancestors of the Black family on the walls on both sides have not been treated in any way, and they are still blackened by age.

The last time he came, the old lady who had lost her temper at him had been covered by the starched curtains, but they had not been removed.

Amosta smacked his lips, and when the ownership of the house was officially changed, he wouldn't be keeping these frames that could go crazy at any moment.

There was a clanging noise in the basement, and it looked as if someone was cooking, and Amosta stepped forward and pushed open the door to the underground.

"Ah, Amosta, it's you--"

Remus, who was clumsily dealing with the potatoes on the board with a sad face, immediately turned around when he heard the movement, and when he saw who it was, a smile immediately appeared on his face, which had recovered a little energy.

"When did you go back to Hogwarts, did you see the note I left behind?"

AMOSTA NODDED NONDEMITABLELY, HE WALKED DOWN THE STAIRS, HIS EYES WANDERING AROUND THE KITCHEN AND THE DINTRY, AND AFTER A MOMENT, HE NODDED IN SATISFACTION AND ASKED CASUALLY, ŴŴŴ.

"Who allowed you to be in my house, Professor Lupin?"

Remus immediately smiled wryly, compared to most Slytherins, Amosta was very easy to get along with, but that didn't stop Amosta from still retaining some of the standard Slytherin traits.

"Anyway, why did you come to cook the house, Remus, could it be that Sirius secretly fired my house-elf while I wasn't there?"

Glancing at the potato chips of various shapes and thicknesses on the board, Amosta pursed his lips in disgust.

"That's a long story, Amosta--"

Remus threw away the kitchen knife in his hand, clapped his hands and shook off the juice on his hands,

"When we first moved in, it was the house-elf named Kreacher who was cooking for us..., but you know how friendly it is unlikely to be to a werewolf like me...

In fact, it's a bit too light to say 'not very friendly', and it tried to poison my food several times in order to get me out of this house, trying to poison me to death, and honestly, if I hadn't been in the underworld for a few years and was wary of this kind of poison, it might have been made. ”

Hehe, interesting--

Amosta laughed.

Remus continued,

"Then Sirius was furious and ordered it not to do this... Kreacher couldn't resist Sirius's orders, but it wasn't willing to give in... My meals have gradually added a lot of interesting things, such as dead rats in mushroom soup, spider legs and frog offal in salads, fox mochi in the belly of roast chicken..."

"Remus, who are you talking to?"

As Amosta listened with interest to the unfair treatment of Remus, Sirius's inquiry was heard upstairs, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps descending the stairs, and a moment later, Sirius was standing in the doorway connecting the hallway to the basement.

Less than ten days had passed, but Sirius was already in much better shape than before.

Maybe it's because he ate a few full meals, maybe it's because he let go of some knots, in short, he is not the skeleton that crawled out of hell, his thin cheeks finally have some flesh, and his hair has been washed clean, he changed the old robe that Amosta lent him before, wearing a black and gray robe, and the whole person looks a little bit like the shadow of twelve years ago.

"Oh, it's you, Amosta--"

Sirius muttered a little unhappily.

"When I left Hogwarts, I foresaw to some extent that you would reveal your identity to Remus,"

Following Sirius, who was going downstairs, Amosta smiled a little playfully or sarcastically,

"But I really didn't expect you to be so good, Sirius, and you've been found out in less than twelve hours?"

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