To be honest, Amosta's evaluation was a bit harsh, because Sirius's exposure was indeed an accident, who would have thought that Filch was afraid of punishment, so he asked Remus to convey that he didn't find a map of the living point, so that Remus could find the clue.

For a moment, Sirius did want to argue a few words for himself, but, after a brief hesitation, he suppressed the urge and nodded at Amosta unexpectedly,

"Anyway, Amosta, I have to thank you."

To say this to a guy from Slytherin would have been unthinkable to Sirius, but the experience of the past twelve years, and the pleasant memories of living with Remus again these days, did change his mind a little,

"You helped me get into Hogwarts... And those words of yours really gave me some inspiration. ”

The appearance of Sirius, who blew his beard and glared at him without saying a word, made Amosta a little unsure of how to react, but fortunately, Remus, who was smiling and watching this scene, stood up in time,

"On this celebratory occasion, I think we should have a general banquet, oh... It's been years since I've been through Christmas, and this time at Hogwarts I met the transformation again."

Remus was in high spirits, and he pointed to the mess on the kitchen counter and said,

"Let's do it together and prepare ourselves a great dinner!"

"Nice idea--"

Sirius was immediately happy, and he jumped down the last stairs to the kitchen counter.

"But the problem is, Remus, we both don't seem to be very good at making ingredients into edible food, oh, well, maybe I can get Klee to cut it down and help, we're just keeping an eye on it so it can't spoil anymore!"

"Don't bother with that old house-elf--"

The soft light of the candelabra on the dining table made the large kitchen with cold tones warm, and looking at the two middle-aged men talking and laughing, Amosta also shook his head and smiled, at this moment, he really didn't want to think too much.

Amosta put his coat on the back of his chair, his wand jumped from his rolled up sleeve to his hand, and with a flick of it at the kitchen counter, the washed potatoes on the plate began to peel automatically, and then they lined up neatly to send themselves under the knives, and with a flickering cold light, the evenly thick potato chips flew into a brand new plate one after another.

The flames on the stove were scorched with green smoke every moment, and a few steaks flew into the iron plate, and a faint smell of stabbing rattled filled the kitchen.

"That's amazing, Amosta?"

Looking at the orderly kitchen, Remus said with surprise and admiration,

"I didn't expect you to be good at these?"

"Personal preference--" Amosta said lazily.

"I remember my father's room had some of his treasured collection of Scottish whisky, and I went to look for it!"

For Sirius, such a warm scene was especially rare, and he burst into a great heat pillow, hurriedly said a word, and ran upstairs with stammering steps.

It was a gathering of old friends who had been twelve years late, and the cheerful atmosphere filled the kitchen, and after the whole meal, no one mentioned anything about Peter, and Remus and Sirius shared some interesting stories about their school days, and of course, they always avoided Snape.

Amosta also told some interesting stories about his time at Hogwarts, and Sirius and Remus were very interested in the secret room that caused a lot of panic in the castle in the first half of the year, so he shared some of them with him in a limited way.

"Worthy of Jaime's son--"

When Amosta talked about the night he found out where the Chamber of Secrets had been, and that Harry and Ron had broken into the bathroom without any professor to save Ginny, Sirius, who was already a little dazed, immediately gleefully praised, but then, his smile that had lasted almost all night faded, and he said melancholy,

"If it weren't for..., maybe I could have invited Harry and his friends to this dinner."

"There's going to be a chance, Sirius--"

Remus said gently,

"I remember you were Harry's godfather, and when it was time for the summer holidays... I'm sure it'll be over before then, when you can invite Harry over here for a few days... Oh, there's a Quidditch World Cup during the summer holidays--"

"Good idea, Remus!"

Sirius smiled brightly, which made him almost return to the handsome and charming youth he had been in his youth,

"We can go together then!"

"Gentlemen, before you look forward to a bright future--"

The journey was rushing, so Amosta, who was a little tired, rubbed his eyebrows and stood up,

"Can someone help clean up?"

"It's okay, Amosta--"

After drinking too much, Sirius's courage grew, and he put his arm on Amosta's shoulder and burped and said,

"This live kreacher can handle it completely--"

As he spoke, Sirius yelled at the ceiling, but unfortunately, after several roars, Kreacher was still absent from the kitchen.

"Oh, what's going on!"

Sirius was about to go upstairs in a rage, but was stopped by Remus,

"Obviously, it's pretending not to hear, Sirius--"

"How dare a house-elf resist their master's orders?"

Amosta was also amazed.

"In fact, when we first entered the house, he didn't dare to blatantly ignore Sirius's instructions--"

Remus said helplessly,

"Later, we started disturbing the house, you know, Amosta, there was so much to deal with for this old house, which may have been around for centuries, and Sirius advocated throwing away some of the useless things in the house, and that annoyed Kreacher completely,

He turned a blind eye to Sirius' orders under all sorts of excuses, did not appear in front of us, and would always hide the useless things that had been cleaned up and the valuable antiques in the house while we were not looking, just to prevent Sirius from throwing them away. ”

"I bet--"

Sirius pointed to the cupboard a few steps away and said with a sneer,

"That's where Kreacher usually sleeps, and there must be a lot of things hidden in it that show the glory of the 'noble Black family' but may actually be worthless."

"Oh, that's not going to work--"

Amosta frowned,

"Neither you nor Kreacher can secretly collect and throw away the contents of this house without my permission--"

Sirius's face froze, and then he remembered that the current ownership of the house was in Amosta's hands.

"It's all worthless rubbish, Amosta," Sirius said unhappily, "it's worthless! ”

"Is it worthless for you to say it, Sirius."

Amosta hooked his finger at the cupboard, and with a click, the cabinet door opened, and a large pile of stuffy chicken bits and pieces flew out of it, led by a pair of stained pants.

"That's my father's pants, Kreacher should have used them to remember my father--"

As if to think the pants would prove what he had just said, Sirius said happily, "I told you, Amosta, it's all useless--"

"Not necessarily, Sirius--"

Amosta crouched down and looked at the pile of bits and pieces on the ground by the soft candlelight, and he flew in front of him with a silver snuff box, and looked at the inscription on it with great interest for a long time,

"This is the masterpiece of the goblins, the eighteenth century, it is worth about three hundred Galleons in the underworld, oh, you dare to say that this thing is rubbish, I think your mother's evaluation of you is correct to a certain extent, loser..."

Sirius was speechless, and Remus said with a happy smile

"Amosta is an expert on this, Sirius."

As he spoke, Remus, who had also been in the underworld, was also interested, and he said to a silver tweezer with five claws trying to break through everywhere,

"This is probably something that Kreacher secretly hidden, this kind of thing is like the masterpiece of a genre wizard, and it is also very valuable, hmm- I think it will be worth at least five hundred gold coins..."

Sirius's face darkened, as Remus's claims almost confirmed that he was a loser.

Kreacher hid a lot of valuable things, Amosta and Remus were like competing for knowledge, the two of them crouched down, you and me, you and me, appraised these precious collections of the Black family, and Sirius, who had been exposed to it since childhood, knew the origin of these things, but could not judge their 'market price'.

"This music box--"

Remus's blurred gaze regained vigilance, and he carefully picked it up,

"We'd better be careful, the music it emits should hypnotize people, okay, I'll give you the price of eight hundred gold gallons--"

"It's my turn!"

Amosta excitedly picked up a gold chain, on which was a locket made of the same gold,

"I can give... Given..."

On the candlestick of the dining table, a candle has finally come to the end of its life, and this has suddenly darkened the kitchen.

Amosta stared at the locket, and gradually, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, and the flushing on his face caused by drinking alcohol was rapidly fading, and his lilac eyes became extremely deep at some point. ŴŴŴ.

"I can give this..."

Inexplicably, the corners of Amosta's mouth curled up, and the smile he showed revealed was full of demon,

"Eight thousand..."



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