The sunny weather in the village of St. Carchipol finally ended the day before the end of the summer vacation, and from the night onwards, the rain began to fall in a trickle, and by the time Harry and his party went out, the light rain had turned into a torrential downpour, and the stoatt mountain was only a vague outline in the gloomy rain.

Mr. Weasley went to work, and Mrs. Weasley led all the remaining children to Diagon Alley to buy the things they needed for the next school year, and the house was empty, except for a spot in the corner of the kitchen where rainwater was dripping into the house.

Call--

Suddenly, the remnants of the glittering ash fireplace suddenly became hot, and a swirling turquoise flame poured out of the black frame of the fireplace, and in the brilliant flames, Sirius and Remus revealed their true colors.

Lupin, who had been living in St. Mungo for more than half a month, looked even paler than before, and walked with a soft and weak step, as if he would fall if a gust of wind blew - not because he was too badly injured on the night of the Quidditch final, but because he had undergone a transformation in St. Mungo the other day, and although he now had enough Galleons to buy the Wolf Poison Potion, the Wolf Poison Potion could not help him completely get rid of the weakness period after the transformation.

Sirius didn't return to the Burrow during this time, also because he was taking care of the sick Remus.

Sirius had a strange caution on his face, and as soon as he appeared in the house, he peered into the drawing-room, pricking up his ears to listen to the upstairs.

"They're not home, Sirius--"

Looking at Sirius's strange appearance, Remus's dry, pale lips tugged at a smile.

"How do you know?"

Sirius straightened up and asked curiously, but Remus didn't speak, just pointed to the wall clock on one of the walls in the living room.

"Oh-"

Sirius's expression immediately relaxed, he walked to the table with a big grin, pulled out the stool and sat down, poured a glass of water from the still warm teapot and drank it all, and then, with a long sigh of relief, and resentment between his eyebrows,

"Disobedient, nonsense. I forbade him to go out! ”

"School is going to start the day after tomorrow, and I guess Molly is probably taking the kids to Diagon Alley to buy something—" Remus sat down as well, and he tried the temperature of the teapot to a little dissatisfied, then took out his wand and waved it at the teapot, and it wasn't long before the long-necked spout erupted in a series of mist.

Looking through the fog at the gloom between Sirius's eyebrows, Remus smiled helplessly,

"You still haven't forgiven Harry, have you?"

"Look what he did that night, Remus!" Sirius, like a firecracker, was ignited by the topic brought up by Remus.

After a month, the dark skin from the wind and sun at sea was much better, but Sirius's face was still completely black when Remus mentioned Harry,

"The most dangerous riot in more than a decade has not yet been completely quelled, and one of the fiercest duels in half a century has just come to an end, and I have warned them not to leave the tent without permission, but look at what they have done, running back to the arena with Jaime's invisibility cloak to find the wand, and then run into the Dark Mark!

Oh, yes, Barty Crouch's elf was caught, but we all know that Crouch would never teach his elf how to become a Dark Mark, I bet the real murderer must have lurked in the box that night, Remus, if it weren't for Arthur's reaction, Harry and they didn't have time to run into the box, the lives of the three of them would have been lost there! ”

Remus wanted to say something, but Sirius, who was gasping for breath, chattered again,

"But he still won't admit his mistake, and says I'm not qualified to lecture him, because I did more ridiculous things than he did when I was at Hogwarts!"

Remus pursed his lips, a smile stained between his lips,

"Objectively speaking, Harry is right, did you notice, Sirius, that you nag Harry a bit like Molly when she criticized Fred and George."

Sirius was stunned for a moment, and after a moment, he lowered his head and said dejectedly,

"But he should at least let me know, shouldn't he?"

"They definitely thought about it before they left. At least Hermione would have brought it up, but Harry had convinced her, and I think Harry probably didn't want to disturb your rest, after all, you had had an unusually difficult duel that night. ”

Sirius was silent, but his expression was much softer.

"Dodging won't solve the problem, Sirius, I think you should find a chance and-"

Bang!

There was a sudden strange sound in the rapid and boring sound of falling rain, and Remus stopped talking and looked out the door in surprise, and Sirius also raised his head, his expression nervous again,

"They're back?"

"Impossible—" Remus said as he stood up and walked in the direction of the back door, "Molly can't take so many children with her apparitions, Arthur must be working overtime. Get your wand out, Sirius, it's not a peaceful time--"

Remus was right, Sirius immediately got up smartly, took out his wand and followed quickly, the two of them dodged behind the door, staring at the door panel vigilantly, Remus was just about to open his mouth to question, a soft voice mixed with a smile came from outside the door,

"The two fools with wands behind the door, can you help open the door, it's raining heavily outside, and my robes are almost soaked—"

Remus and Sirius behind the door suddenly widened in surprise!

"Why is it just you and the others here?"

With the addition of Amosta, the dim living room was more popular, and the water stains on his robe were steamed with magic, and Amosta, who was slightly tired between his eyebrows, held a teacup and roamed the room, and he could easily find that the Weasleys, including Harry and Hermione, who were staying here, were not here.

"Probably followed Molly to Diagon Alley to buy something—" Remus said, looking Amosta up and down, and suddenly asked coldly,

"The Daily Prophet says you assisted the Ministry of Magic in apprehending the Black Witch, how did you do that?"

Amosta raised an eyebrow and didn't speak.

"--I mean, I didn't hear the wind, and there was another earth-shattering duel somewhere." Remus stared at Amosta curiously.

"Oh-"

After admiring Remus's acumen in his heart, Amosta smiled,

"You all know that I confiscated her wand on the night of the Quidditch final, it was the source of her power, and without that wand she wouldn't be as good as she used to be."

"It's amazing--"

Looking at Amosta, who had a calm look in his eyes but a very young face, Sirius said with great interest,

"When I was in St. Mungo, I heard from a wounded striker that many people were already nominating you to be the next Minister of Magic or Headmaster of Hogwarts, and that many strange organizations had sent you invitations. But so far, you haven't responded to anything. ”

"Actually—"

Amosta took a sip of tea and smiled

"I have accepted an invitation from the International Confederation of Wizards to take on the position of vice president."

"International Confederation of Wizards—" Remus blinked, "why did you accept their invitation. I mean, for the most part, this organization doesn't work. ”

"Maybe, but I think I'll probably need it in the future—" Amosta said vaguely, then he looked at Sirius,

"School is about to start, and because of the Triwizard Tournament next school year, I plan to go back to Hogwarts today to make some preparations, but before I left, I remembered about you, and I was told that you were taking care of Remus at St. Mungo, but when I got there, I found that you were already gone, and I guess you will probably return to the Burrow-"

"My business?" Sirius opened his mouth and asked in confusion, "Is there anything you need to help me, Amosta?" ”

Amosta pursed her lips and rolled her eyes upward,

"On the night of the Quidditch final, before I left for the Ministry of Magic, you said you wanted to talk to me alone, and now you forgot about it?"

(End of chapter)