Hogwarts of a certain magic

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It was enlarged a lot by the Wuhen Stretching Curse.

The furnishings and layout of the rooms are basically the same as those of the cottages in San Catchpole Village.

Blake was sitting at the oak dining table, devouring food.

The dishes on the table are simple and simple. He opens his mouth wide and grills rice. He doesn't even use the tableware, and just grabs it, like a starving ghost reborn.

Not far away, William and Hermione snuggled on the velvet sofa, discussing quietly how to reply to Fudge.

Anne lay on the sofa with a carefree, thin legs on William's thighs, her feet resting on Hermione's legs.

She had her head resting on the bear pillow, and she was flipping through it with a thick notebook in her hand.

She raised her head slightly and glanced at the kitchen table.

Sirius was holding the small porcelain bowl, and a mouthful of porridge was quickly poured into his mouth. He immediately shocked his whole body, making her gasp.

He was also reluctant to vomit it out, and after swallowing it abruptly, he opened his mouth wide and fanned vigorously with his dark hands.

Annie's mouth twitched when she saw it, and she wondered whether this big black was hungry, or was she a little brainy?

When he used to be a pet, he didn't see this problem.

Sirius, who had long been accustomed to observing the surroundings, quickly turned his head and smiled at Annie what he thought was a kind of'kind' smile.

Ragged and sloppy, he showed a yellow tooth with missing front teeth, which at first looked like a trafficker who abducted children.

When she was discovered, Annie didn't evade, but glared at him and raised a small fist at him.

She seems to be warning him, she is watching him!

Sirius scratched his head, trying to talk, Annie had already turned her face back.

He smiled bitterly and sighed.

I haven't communicated much with people for more than ten years, but I have been a dog recently, but it's all "barking"... and I can't cope with this situation.

He lowered his head in frustration and continued to gobble, but the speed slowed down.

Hermione pressed her ear to William's ear, exhaled heat, and said with a triumphant brow, "I'll just say that my cooking has improved."

William didn't stop writing, but he also nodded like doglegs.

By coincidence, from afar, Sirius deliberately had nothing to say:

"You tell me, what I miss most these days is the baguette that Annie bought, Hermione's mashed porridge, and William your poisonous dog food.

Yes, it's similar to today's porridge.

It's boiled, there is no water, and it is slimy like rice balls.

The taste is unpalatable as soon as you taste it, but if you taste it carefully...tsk, it's even worse.

But it's full."

Annie squeezed her face, trying to keep herself from laughing.Two feet dangling happily on Hermione's legs.

William was expressionless, and quietly pinched his thigh with his left hand, the pain suppressed his smile.

No, if you laugh now, you will definitely be killed by Hermione!

Sirius opened his mouth and was still chattering.

"I always thought, Hermione, you are the smartest witch I know, even better than Lily.

But your cooking is obviously inferior to her, William, you will have some trouble in the future."

Hermione's eyebrows were raised high, and a dangerous light flashed in her eyes.

"I think it's delicious."

William didn't know who he was talking about, anyway, it was a serious way:

"It's because you have been hungry for too long, and you are not used to eating good things."

Hermione folded her arms and nodded with approval.

Sirius rolled his eyes, wiped his mouth, and walked towards the three of them.

"What are you looking at?" He approached Annie.

Annie still ignored him, looking straight at her notebook.

He poked his head and said in surprise: "Curse of change...you are only in the second grade, are you starting to study this?"

This family is... terrible!

"Yeah, it's difficult, N.E.W.Ts level magic."

Annie repeated what Hermione had said earlier.

She put the notebook on her chest, and said, bluntly:

"Do you know?!"

"Uh... this... I will when I go to school."

Sirius smiled kindly again, with a pleasing tone:

"I have a lot of magic books in my house. If you are interested, Annie, you can take them all..."

The little girl rolled her eyes bigger and covered her face with Hermione's notebook, not really wanting to deal with the stray dog ​​liar.

Sirius scratched his head, then moved closer to William and Hermione.

I don't know it, but I was shocked.

The two are writing to Fudge!

At the beginning of the letter, he was concerned about the movement of the Ministry of Magic and asked him if he had found traces of Black.

William penned the dragons and snakes, and the dragons and phoenixes danced. He also suggested Fudge:

Searching towards France, the Thunderbird returned to France, probably summoned by Black.

That tone, that wording...present the facts, make sense, but not affirmative or denying it, but it makes people think about it, and it feels so!

Tsk tsk, if it weren't for you to stand here with ease, Sirius would have believed it.

This is deliberately misleading the Ministry of Magic.

A cautious master, awesome!

"Are you familiar with Fudge?" Sirius asked curiously.

The two little guys are very familiar with Clegane, the head of the French law enforcement department, and he knows it.

During his time as a dog, he had seen it with his own eyes, and William and Clegane were talking and laughing.

I didn't expect to have contact with the British minister.

"It's all relevant." William's tone was flat and he motioned Sirius to sit down.Good novel www.hxs8.com

"Hagrid's Buckbeak is going to be sentenced to death, Fudge wrote to me and told me."

William handed the quill to Hermione, motioning her to continue writing.

Hermione imitated his handwriting, it was almost like it, and most people would not notice the difference.

"Ah... Does that eagle-headed horse have wings?"

Sirius was sitting in front of the sofa, with two black hands, he did not forget to hit the dust on his body.

"I heard you mention it. On the first day of school, it attacked Malfoy... Since the death sentence is sentenced, do I need to steal it?!"

William looked slightly.

Sirius is really adventurous.Knowing that Buckbeak was sentenced to death, the first thought was to steal.

"No, there are other safer ways to transfer it." William shook his head.

Fudge wrote to inform him that he was reminding him, otherwise, why would he write?

Although I don't know why the Minister is so enthusiastic, but he sent a door to show his favor, and William couldn't refuse anyone thousands of miles away.

"I've always been curious, why did you run away from Lu Wei?" William asked.

Sirius coughed his throat.

"Because I knew that you would be aware of my identity sooner or later, so I ran away and spent some time at the dog-loving Mopsies house in Hogsmeade."

This is of course the truth.But not exactly the truth.

Could he still say: The three-headed dog stuck to him all day and tried to do something indescribable to him, so he escaped?

"By the way, did you receive the Christmas gift I got?" Sirius smiled triumphantly.

"You certainly didn't guess, I gave it to you?"

Hermione quill paused, chuckled slightly, and shook her head proudly.

"No... have you all guessed this?" Sirius asked in amazement.

William spread his hands.

"That's right, Hermione quickly asked Professor McGonagall to examine the gift you gave.

She also inferred that you are an illegal Animagus because of those gifts."

"..."

No, how is this speculated?He was so cautious that he did not leave a message.

Black scratched his hair, thought for a while but didn't understand, then asked:

"The gift... are you satisfied?"

All three nodded.

"That's good." Sirius breathed a sigh of relief."I'm afraid you don't like it."

"Where did you get the money for the gift? You shouldn't be able to enter Gringotts." William asked curiously.

"Yes, that's right." Sirius smiled triumphantly.

"I told you just now? I broke with my family when I was sixteen."

"My uncle Alphad left me a considerable amount of gold-he was also removed from the genealogy, probably for this reason.

The vault was handled by him, and his name was also registered.

After I followed you back to London, didn't I go missing for a day and night?

Just went to his old house and found the key to the vault.

Later, I used Mopsey's owl to post the letter.Anyway, Gringotts did not doubt me."

William grumbled, then tilted his head to read Hermione's letter.

"William, can you..." Sirius hesitated."Let me see Harry!"

"No." He refused without looking up."Harry won't believe you."

"He feels right now that you betrayed his parents. Without catching Peter as proof, he would never believe you."

Black sighed.They are all little wizards, and people can reason, why can't Harry do it?

Sure enough, too stupid is not good.

Harry obviously did not inherit Lily's IQ.

"You can hide here for the time being, and I will take you back to Hogwarts, so it's safer." William said seriously.

"But you must promise me that you can't leave, you can only stay here."

"If you don't want to, you can continue to stay in the cave."

"Yes." Sirius quickly agreed.

William threw a magic wand over.

After Blake caught it, he smiled and said, "The werewolf?"

"Yes." William said softly.

"It should not go well. When you have time in the future, you should go to the Ollivander store and get a new magic wand."

"This is not in a hurry." Sirius hesitated for a moment: "Do you think Peter escaped from Hogwarts?"

"No, he is still at school." William gave a positive answer.

Sirius didn't know why William was so sure, but he knew the boy was smart.

At least much smarter than him.

Since William said no, he did not.

Sirius leaned on the sofa and said nonsense: "...I hope I can catch Peter."

"of course."

William said so, but he didn't think so.

Peter must have not left. He is Tom's spy, and Tom will not let him leave.

Tom must have made a series of escape plans for Peter.

It's not so easy to catch.

Moreover, Tom likes the sense of ritual, and the dead have a sense of ritual to him.

I don't know who the hapless guy will be this time.

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