"I can't be misremembered, Remus--"

Sirius said in affirmation,

"Two months ago, we caught a guy in Birmingham who was selling Class B contraband, but this guy was smart enough to destroy all the evidence before it fell into our hands, so we wanted to go to his house and check it out and maybe find something.

It was the information I went to look up at the Muggle World Residence Registry by wizards, um. Out of curiosity, I looked up where the Muggle World was located. ”

Sirius pointed to a street sign not far away,

"178 Flylink Ave., I swear I can't be mistaken."

Harry stood on a section of abandoned railroad tracks embedded in the ground, squinting his eyes across the board, the nameplate that read 177 Flyck Street was an eight-story department store, and 179 was a bakery, the two houses were connected together, and there was no 178 Flyink Street at all.

Harry turned his face to avoid the snow as a sudden cold wind swept through the sparse snowflakes, and suddenly he saw an old stone arch bridge standing in the direction of the street towards the suburbs.

"What's wrong, Harry, what did you find?"

Hermione immediately noticed that Harry's face was wrong, and she asked with concern.

"Uh-huh-" Harry smiled and looked back, "nothing, just squinted by the snow--"

"If you're not mistaken, Sirius, that means—"

Remus's eyebrows were furrowed, he stared at the wall in front of 177 and 179, and said in a low voice, "Amosta has used magic to hide the orphanage. I guess that's not allowed, Sirius? ”

The cold weather and bad business had put most of the shops on the street out of business, and Sirius, who was looking for someone to inquire, heard Remus's question and smiled softly,

"Of course it is not allowed, Remus, if it is a pure wizard family, they have the right to hide their house to keep away those unwelcome guests, but the orphanage. You know, Remus, it's full of Muggle kids and Muggle volunteers, and in that case, you're not allowed to use magic on the residence, and of course, Amosta doesn't care, and no one in the ministry is stupid enough to trouble the famous Amosta Bryne for this—"

Hermione wrinkled her nose, not seeming to like the statement.

Of course, this was not what Remus really wanted to ask, he still stared at the partition wall, and whispered,

"The question is, has this orphanage been hidden by Amosta all along, or is this something recent?"

Only Sirius and Hermione understood Remus's hints, and if the house had been hidden, it wasn't a big deal, and if so, Amosta had been lately. Even, after returning here yesterday, he immediately protected the place where he grew up with strict magic, and the meaning of it was not ordinary.

The sky was getting dark, and there was a rattling sound from the yellowed lampshades hanging from the street lamps on both sides, and the electric lights emitted a dim light. Under the light, the snow petals that fall to the ground tend to grow stronger, and the reddish-brown stone bricks that have been cleared of snow on the ground are covered with a thin layer of snow white.

"I don't see any trace--"

Remus, who had been trying to find some trace of the existence of magic, finally gave up, and he shook his head slightly,

"In Amosta's style, if he decides to hide this house, he'll definitely use the deepest spell, I suspect it's the Loyalty Charm—"

"Brave and faithful?"

Harry and Ron were bored behind a lamppost chatting, after Wood left, who will be the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team next year, hearing Remus say this, Harry's eyebrows jumped, and he immediately looked over.

"That's right, it's the spell Dumbledore used to protect Jaime and Lily—"

Sirius rubbed his frozen hands, the light on his gloomy face, and he nodded

"A very old and powerful spell that hides a secret in the soul of a secret keeper, as long as the secret person does not leak it, it is absolutely safe, if it were not for Peter's pathetic fellow, Voldemort would have put his nose on the window of your mom and dad's house, and he would not have seen anything!"

"If that's the case—"

Hermione snapped and closed the book she had gotten from Sirius last night, I have to say, this is a very interesting book, the book is not boring, it is not a boring record of a lot of magic spells, this is actually a travelogue, left by one of Sirius's ancestors after returning from exploring the world, it records how the ancestor of the Black family, who is highly skilled in magic, used his vast knowledge to resolve the crisis when he encountered all kinds of dangers on his journey.

"Since we can't find the house, shouldn't we leave?"

Hermione said eagerly that she had always been mindset about visiting Professor Brian's Muggle world without his permission.

"It's not completely impossible--"

Sirius hesitated,

"If the people in the house get out of the magic protection zone, it seems that we are lucky!"

The three Harry were listening intently to Sirius, when he suddenly perked up, and strode quickly towards the middle-aged woman who had suddenly appeared in their sight across the street.

This is a middle-aged woman in her forties, slightly thin, wearing waterproof rubber shoes, loose brown pants and a dark green thick sweater, the sweater is not covered with a jacket, but a grease-stained apron, at this moment she is dragging a large bag of garbage to the garbage can not far away, but the weight of this bag of garbage is obviously not light, making the thin tired panting.

"Need help, ma'am?"

Sirius flew over the fence on the side of the road, smiling kindly.

"Oh!"

Mrs. Reagan looked at the man with deep eyebrows and eyes who suddenly came up in surprise, and was stunned for several seconds before she realized what this fresh face meant.

"Thank you so much if you can!"

Mrs. Reagan said gratefully.

Sirius looked back at the men who had followed, and he gave Harry and Ron a look, and the two boys walked up to Mrs. Reagan and carried the bag of garbage weighing forty or fifty pounds.

"Is there anything I can do to help you, sir?"

Straightening up, Mrs. Reagan wiped the oil and water from her hands on her apron, and her tone was a little reserved, and she looked at Sirius, Remus, and Hermione, as well as Harry and Ron, who had snatched her garbage bag and quickly re-filled the trash can, apparently realizing that this group of well-dressed men must have gathered around to help her carry the trash.

"Oh, that's right—"

Sirius and Remus glanced at each other, they didn't sell it after being frozen for a long time, Remus smiled gently,

"I don't know if you know, Amosta Blaine. Well, we heard about him. Staying nearby—"

"Oh, you're here for Amosta?" Mrs. Reagan's wary brow suddenly relaxed, "But who are you?" ”

"Well, colleague--"

To avoid revealing the truth, Remus said succinctly.

"Oh, you're Amosta's colleagues!"

Mrs. Reagan's tone was more brisk, but when she saw the two boys running quickly, she frowned again, and she raised her chin at Hermione, Harry, and Ron

"Those three children--",

"We're interns, ma'am—"

The quick-witted Hermione said, her cheeks flushed,

"I'm Hermione Granger, these two are Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, and we're following Mr. Sirius Black and Mr. Remus Lupin in their internship school."

"I see!" Mrs. Reagan said happily, "We've never seen a colleague from Amosta. Come in, several, it's cold outside! ”

Before Sirius could stop him, Mrs. Reagan rushed into the wall and disappeared from the sight of several people.

Belch.

(End of chapter)