"What's wrong?"

Harry immediately asked with concern, Remus, like Sirius, was a good friend of his father, and he took great care of himself during the half year he taught at Hogwarts.

Harry's deepest white magic, the Patronus Charm, was taught to him by Remus, and to this day, the young wizards consider Remus to be a very good Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and although his classes are not as ingenious as Professor Blaine, they are even more vivid and easy to understand.

Hermione and Ron withdrew their gaze from looking around and turned their gaze to Remus.

Remus was about to say something, but Sirius, who had folded after leading the three Harry into the basement, returned, with three wrapped gifts in his arms.

"It's all boring, we'll talk about it later, Harry-"

Remus paused, smiling gently, "I think you'd probably be more interested in Sirius's Christmas presents for you—"

"I was going to send something to Hogwarts--"

Sirius grinned as he handed out the three gift boxes to the three Harry,

"But since I'm going to invite you here for the holidays, I might as well hand over the gift to you."

Last Christmas, Sirius hadn't been cleared of murder suspicions, but he still hadn't forgotten to prepare a Christmas present for Harry, the firebolt he gave Harry was the best of the broomsticks, and no young wizard at Hogwarts could use such a good broomstick except Harry.

Although he had already expected Sirius's generous style, Ron gasped and glared in surprise after unpacking his gift from his gift box,

"Oh my God, this is—"

"A set of solid gold gobstones--" Sirius smiled at Ron, "I've heard from Harry that you're pretty good at these kinds of games, Ron. ”

"Oh, I'm just—" Ron stammered, his cheeks glowing with delight, "Practice makes perfect—"

Ron said humbly, but anyone could tell that he was very happy with the gift.

"A dagger."

Harry also took out his gift at this time, Sirius gave him a delicately shaped, dexterous knife, the handle of which was engraved with dense magical corridors, Harry held the knife and placed it under the light to observe back and forth.

"Why did you send me this, Sirius?"

"This dagger isn't easy, Harry—" Sirius had anticipated Harry's doubts,

"It's a very useful alchemy item, it can break through a lot of magical bonds, if you want to get into something, and the 'Alaho Cave Open' doesn't work, you can try this--"

Then Harry became content.

"As for you, Hermione--"

Sirius scratched his head, looking a little distressed

"I'm not very experienced with gifting girls, but I don't think you're going to turn down a magic book that you can't buy at the Blake bookstore, which I dug out of the Black family's library."

"Thank you, Sirius--"

Hermione looked at the book Save the Dying You with interest and nodded to Sirius in thanks.

Dinner was always served in a very pleasant atmosphere, and not to mention the delicious food, Sirius allowed the three of them to taste a few glasses of his father's treasured whiskey, and although Remus was not very supportive, he did not say much on this pleasant day.

"Speaking of which, Remus, what the hell are you in trouble with?"

Sirius's whiskey was not the same thing as the Butterbeer that Harry had drunk many times, and after just a small drink, Harry could already feel the world in front of him start spinning, but he didn't hate the feeling of being dizzy, his godfather and Remus were by his side, and there was nothing to be afraid of losing his mind.

The drunkenness kept Harry on a languid smile as he said to Remus, who was talking to Hermione about the Warriors' performance in the first event of the Triwizard Tournament.

"It's a matter of product promotion--"

Remus clearly didn't want to bring the pressure of work to them,

"The elves are powerful in the European wizarding community, and our promotion work here is going very well, and there are many wizarding families and organizations that are very interested in the alchemy items developed by Amosta, and we have started to supply them one after another, but the United States. The situation of the Magic Congress over there is very complicated, and the sales license submitted has been pressed over there and cannot be approved, and they have asked us to provide a safety performance analysis of the product, and I have been"

Remus seemed to realize that it would be a tirade to continue, and he shook his head and changed the subject at the right time,

"Don't worry, it'll be solved, Harry, then, about the second item of the tournament, Hermione, do you have an eyebrow?"

When Hermione told her what she had deduced from the merfolk what the golden egg she had gotten from the first game was hiding, Sirius and Remus were amazed at her cleverness.

The second game will most likely be played under the Black Lake, and the Warriors will have to search for their most precious treasure within an hour, or else the Warriors will lose their treasure forever.

Not to mention the obstacles that must exist in the search process, Hermione has not yet figured out the question of how to give birth to an hour underwater.

"Actually, it's not that difficult--"

Sirius and Remus glanced at each other, Sirius raised an eyebrow and said slowly.

"Oh, don't say it, Sirius!"

Hermione suddenly became nervous, she covered her ears and refused to hear another word,

"I'll have to figure it out on my own!"

"Okay--"

Sirius shrugged helplessly, and had no choice but to give up.

The three of them hadn't seen each other in a while, and the last time they saw Remus was during the summer vacation, and they had a lot of topics to talk about.

They described the two of them in detail about the spectacular Yule Ball last night, especially the magnificent ice castle that Professor Bryan and Professor Dumbledore had created together, which made Sirius and Remus yearn for it. Sirius also told them about his experience as an Auror for nearly half a year, and his thrilling experience of chasing down some dark wizards and lawbreakers also made the three Harry, who were not deeply involved in the world, addicted!

Harry was also intrigued by the alchemy workshop of Remus and the elves, and they agreed to take a day out of the Christmas break to visit Diagon Alley.

The delightful dinner lasted until midnight, and at the end of the day, Sirius, who had risen to show the house with three dim-witted little ones, had gone from the basement to Sirius's bedroom on the fifth floor.

Hermione discovered that even though Sirius had advertised a thorough cleaning of the house, something unpleasant was still there.

For example, on the side wall leading upstairs hung a row of air-dried house-elf heads, which would have been startled if it weren't for the horrific sights the three of them had seen in the hallway of the Hogwarts kitchen. The heads were clearly not something Sirius was willing to put here, but rather a concern for Kreacher's feelings, though he always said he was impatient with it.

Overall, the old mansion was satisfactory, especially Ron, who seemed to be particularly envious of the house that Sirius had inherited.

"Compared to here, our house is like a broom shed—"

As he walked up the steps, Ron said sullenly.

"I don't think so, Ron--"

Sirius burped,

"I think Arthur and Molly's house is great, it feels like home, and when I live there, I always think back to when I lived in James's house--"

Sirius patted Harry on the head.

"That's--"

Just as Harry was about to ask what his father's home was like, Hermione covered her mouth and pointed to the sign on the door next to her.

"Ah, yes--"

Sirius's gaze followed, and he was silent for a moment, then smiled,

"That's right, Hermione, that's Regulus's room—"

(End of chapter)