Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

After working for a while, Tweel helped Cynthia unite officials in the Wizengamot and the Ministry of Magic who were anti-Umbridge.

But actually repealing anti-werewolf laws isn’t that simple.

Therefore, Tver could only ask Cynthia to suspend the operations of the werewolf capture planning team while letting Malvolio hide with Lupin’s gang of werewolves for a period of time.

However, to his expectation, the group of werewolves temporarily attracted by Lupine were quite happy.

Werewolves have long been accustomed to hiding in Tibet. When they saw Malvolio passing by with Delis’s face in front of him, the werewolves squatted on the ground as a matter of course.

For these cowardly and innocent werewolves, it would be better to let the Ministry of Magic search them if they resist. Anyway, in the past, they only caught criminals or replaced those who committed crimes, and Aurors would not pay too much attention to other werewolves.

But it was different now. They were hiding here and there, but now they not only had Aurors to notify them of the news, but they also had a warm place to live and plenty of food.

I simply can’t even think about it!

So this can be considered an unexpected surprise.

But after thinking about it, Tver understood.

Anti-werewolf laws will only compress the living environment of good werewolves. For werewolves who practice black magic, it will be difficult for the capture team to find them who are doing evil everywhere.

Of course there was resentment, but Malvolio reminded him in time so that the situation did not become serious.

In order to reward Malvolio…actually because he couldn’t stand his urging, Tver took him to Grimmauld Place early in the morning.

“This place is actually quite beautiful. It would be a pity to be left abandoned like this.” Malvolio followed Tver towards House No. 12.

He seemed to be in a good mood and looked around leisurely.

But the environment here is actually still the same as last year, dilapidated and decayed.

It’s just that the Black family’s old house seems to have been renovated, and it looks much better than other houses.

And it has not been used as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix by Dumbledore. There are only some ancient protective magics such as expelling Muggles outside.

So Tver came to the gate easily.

“Knock knock knock.”

“Crunch.”

“Good morning, Sirius…Harry?”

Tver was surprised to see Harry with a dirty face appearing in front of him. His hand was holding a rag that was dirtier than his face, dripping with dark… ink?

“Uh, good morning, Professor,” Harry hid the rag behind his back and smiled awkwardly, “We are cleaning.”

“I’m even more confused when did you come here?”

“Just a few days ago, I went to pick up Harry myself.”

Blake opened the door directly, revealing his janitor-like outfit, but looking at the smile on his face, he didn’t care about this image problem.

“Come in quickly, we’ve been doing some cleaning this morning, and maybe we’ll have to ask you to do some magic.”

“What happened?”

Turville and Malvolio followed into the house.

“It’s not a big problem, it’s just…well, there are some weird magics in the house that are hindering our cleaning work, and I don’t dare to use the spell to stop it directly.”

“You don’t know, after the curse was lifted yesterday, a cabinet disintegrated, just because we wanted to see what was inside.”

Sirius flipped his hair, which had become shiny due to cultivation, to broaden his field of vision.

They walked in a gloomy corridor. A row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall were lit, but the light was hazy, not much better than the sunlight shining through the dirty curtains outside.

The wallpaper on both sides had long since peeled off, and the carpet was frayed and frayed. Fortunately, there was a spiderweb-shaped chandelier overhead that shimmered, allowing Tver to clearly see the crooked blank picture frame on the wall.

“This is my mother, Walburga Black. She never liked outsiders coming in here,”

“Fortunately, you came at just the right time. It is rare that she is not here now, otherwise she would have started yelling.”

“By the way, this portrait seems to have a permanent sticking spell cast on it. Can you help me remove it?”

“I’m afraid not,” Tver took one look and made a judgment. “This painting is already connected to the house. Taking it down would be like destroying the house.”

“What do you mean?” Harry was stunned for a moment.

“It means that the house will lose the magic of maintenance and become rotten in an instant.” Malvolio kept his eyes on Harry.

Harry felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by this look, but Malvolio was not his true form, so the soul in his body would not be affected.

Sirius still had an impression of this Auror, but he didn’t want his godson to be stared at like this all the time, so

He was one step behind, blocking Malvolio’s view.

But in fact, he was focused on Voldemort’s soul in Harry’s mind…

“By the way, I’ve found the pendant you want. I feel like that thing,” said Sirius with a hint of solemnity on his face, “is weirder than all the black magic in the house put together.”

“You didn’t have direct contact, did you?” Tver said quickly.

“No, according to your instructions, I put it in an empty room.” Sirius led the three people to the third floor and opened the door of a bedroom.

“The contents had been emptied except for a bar stool holding the pendant.”

“But where is the pendant?” Malvolio pointed to the fallen stool in surprise.

“Damn it, it must be Kreacher!” Sirius immediately realized who the thief was.

Angrily, he left the three of them behind and strode down the stairs.

“Kreacher is the house elf of the Black family. He seems to like the pendant very much and always sneaks into this room.”

Harry quickly explained to Twil and the others, and then skillfully led them down to the much cleaner kitchen.

This should actually be considered a basement, surrounded by rough stone walls, with a long wooden table in the middle and filled with many chairs.

At the fireplace at the end, there were two small doors, and Sirius was standing at one of them.

“…As I said, you have to give me that pendant!” His angry voice could not be blocked by the small door.

“Kreacher gave it,” a shrinking but cunning voice argued, “but since the young master doesn’t want it, then Kreacher can take it back.”

Sirius’ temples were bulging with anger. He stretched out a hand, took a deep breath, and said to Kreacher in a cold tone: “Give me the pendant!”

There was some muttering inside, but Turville and the others couldn’t hear it clearly. They just saw Sirius snatching the pendant angrily, and then walked to the long table without looking back.

“This is the pendant you want. I really don’t understand how Kreacher can like this thing!” He handed the pendant to Tver in disgust.

This should actually be a locket, the locket from Salazar.

Time has not left many traces on it. Under Malvolio’s delighted eyes, Tver took it and with a gentle touch, revealed its brilliance.

“Perhaps Kreacher wants to protect it?”

Hearing this, Kreacher, who came out curiously, widened his eyes.