Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

The next morning, the weather was better than before, neither too cold nor too hot, and the breeze was still cool with a hint of dew.

The wedding of Lupine and Tonks was not held at No. 12 Grimmauld Place because some people from outside the Order of the Phoenix would be attending this time. For safety reasons, they would certainly not be allowed to enter the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.

This is just a matter of caution, not a matter of trust.

After a night of deliberation, they chose a house in Godric's Hollow that had been vacant for many years.

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At five o'clock in the morning, the group arrived there through the portkey.

Looking at the ordinary-looking house in front of him, Sirius asked with a complex expression.

"Moon Face, have you really decided?"

"Of course, Padfoot." Lupine said with a smile, "This is the perfect place, isn't it? And I think Harry would be very happy to be back here again."

"What I'm most worried about right now is actually you, you..."

"It doesn't matter to me, really." Sirius turned away and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

He knew exactly what Lupine meant, because this was the Potter home, where James and Lily lived, and at the same time, where Voldemort killed them.

And all this was because he was smart enough to change the secret keeper.

After being acquitted, Sirius bought this place, but why he did this, Sirius couldn't explain clearly. Maybe he just wanted to keep a souvenir.

Sirius once thought that he would never come back here again, but when everyone was discussing the wedding venue last night, he accidentally revealed the address here. Even after he said it, he didn't realize that he had just spoken. What did you say.

Then the option of St. Catchpore village was ruled out.

With almost no hesitation, Lupine set the location of his wedding at the place where James and Lily once lived. It was also at this time that Sirius came to his senses.

But now I wanted to take back what I said, but it was too late.

"You are fully prepared, aren't you?" Lupine patted Sirius and pulled him out of his memories.

"Yes, it's been done." Sirius said subconsciously: "The secret keeper of the Loyalty Curse is myself."

"We won't change it this time, right?" Lupine asked with a smile.

"Absolutely not!" Sirius said firmly, as if he was speaking to himself, but also to another non-existent person.

At the same time, Harry on the other side was also staring blankly at the beautiful house in front of him. Ron called him many times from the side, but he didn't respond.

"I didn't agree with the wedding venue being chosen here before." Mrs. Weasley sighed, "They didn't think about Harry's feelings at all."

"I think they chose this place just because they thought of Harry." Mr. Weasley said next to him: "Harry is an adult. There are some things he always has to face and must face. He can't Keep running away."

"Why not? He has friends, he has us, and he is happy now. Why must he remember these bad memories?"

"Maybe... um..." Mr. Weasley was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to convince his wife.

Fortunately, Harry spoke in time and helped him out.

"It's okay, Mrs. Weasley." Something seemed to flash in his eyes, and his voice became choked.

"This is good, really good. I have always dreamed of coming here...and I have had this dream for sixteen years."

"Oh, dear." Mrs. Weasley stepped forward and hugged him hard.

"Okay, Molly." Kingsley came over and said, "Time is tight, the guests are coming soon, we have to clean up quickly."

"You're right, there are only two hours left." Mrs. Weasley let go of Harry. "This time is totally not enough. We really should have come a few hours in advance."

"We need to make sure the children get some rest, and we've just gotten off work," Mr. Weasley said.

"Okay, let's start quickly." He shouted.

Sirius immediately took out the key and opened the door.

Everyone walked in one after another, Harry stayed at the back and stepped onto the steps in front of the door with some anxiety.

"Come with me, you will like it here." Sirius held out his hand.

Harry took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became firmer, and he strode into the room.

There was a strong, musty smell in the room, but Harry didn't care at all.

After entering the door, he first saw a living room, which was larger than the one in the Burrow and smaller than the one in No. 12 Grimmauld Place, but it was just as cozy.

In front of a light blue sofa is a very old TV set. Of course, it looks like this now, but more than ten years ago, this kind of TV might have been the latest model.

Next to the sofa is a cabinet with a broom inside.

"Nimbus 1500." Lu Ping came over and stretched out his hand to touch the glass window on the cabinet. "A very old model of broom, but it was the best at the time. James rode it to win the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor."

Harry's eyes lit up.

He knew that his father also liked Quidditch, and there was a medal with his name engraved on it in the school's trophy display room.

He wanted to put one of his own, but he never succeeded.

Since he entered school, the Quidditch champion has always been Hufflepuff, and it seems that the class before him was also like this. Not counting the time when the Triwizard Tournament was cancelled, Hufflepuff has won six consecutive championships.

Harry shook his head and stopped thinking about it, and continued to look elsewhere.

Carpets, tables, chairs, electric lights, fireplaces... He had never seen any of them, but he felt very familiar in his heart, as if they were hidden in his memory and were not turned out again until today.

Not only Harry, but everyone else was also in a trance after entering, but fortunately someone quickly remembered the business.

"Hurry up!" Mr. Weasley clapped his hands, "Don't forget, the guests will be here at seven o'clock."

His words also reminded everyone.

No one has lived in this house for more than ten years. Without the blessing of memories, there are suddenly more things to do.

First of all, the musty smell was unbearable, and the dust was like someone had dumped a whole bag of flour into the room.

It can be said that the situation here is worse than when they first went to No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Sirius!" Mrs. Weasley frowned and said, "Have you never cleaned this place once since you bought it?"

Sirius did not speak.

That's for sure. He didn't even dare to get close to Godric's Hollow, so how could he come here to clean up?

"It doesn't matter. As long as we move quickly, two hours should be enough." Mr. Weasley took out his wand and waved it gently at the table in front of him.

"Sweep it clean with a whirlwind."

The dust on the table was immediately swept up by a whirlwind and taken outside the house. At the same time, the wind also took away some of the smell in the room.

Others also began to follow suit and cleaned the room with the whirlwind spell.

However, everyone tacitly did not touch the portrait of three people on the wall, but left it to Harry.

There was a couple up there, James and Lily, and they were holding a newborn baby, but the baby didn't have the ugly scar on his forehead yet.

"Cover your face." Mrs. Weasley consciously walked around Harry and handed two bottles of black stuff to Ron and Hermione.

They all knew what it was, the Vixen Killer, but they didn't expect her to bring this stuff with her.

"This house has been empty for more than ten years, and this kind of pest has probably been rampant for a long time." Mrs. Weasley said, "Hurry up, Fred, George, if you keep doing nothing, go home!"

"Okay, mom, we'll help right away..."

"As long as you don't chase us away."

"But wait a little longer, just three minutes..."

"We have to show Harry something good."

Fred and George poked their heads out from upstairs with a smile, "Come up quickly, Harry, there's something you'll definitely like."

Harry turned his eyes away from the portrait and walked upstairs doubtfully.

Fred and George stood together, shoulders pressed against each other, and when Harry came up, they moved apart to reveal a crib behind them.

"We guess this belongs to you..."

"Unless you have a sister..."

"Or a brother..."

"Or a sister..."

"But it's better not a brother."

"Just look at Ron, he really makes us worry."

Fred and George were talking with a smile. If it was usual, Harry might have laughed, but now he couldn't hear a word, just walked over subconsciously.

The crib had been cleaned in advance, with a blue velvet cushion of the same style as the sofa, and above it, a wind chime decoration made of shells.

Harry stared at it in a daze, reaching out to touch it from time to time.

As for Fred and George, they had left quietly. The two returned to the first floor and found Kyle who was flipping something in front of the curtains.

"What are you looking for?"

"Vixies." Kyle said, "The Niffler likes this thing, I plan to collect some for it as a snack."

"So, as long as there are a dozen Nifflers, we don't have to clean up?" George asked with a smile.

"They can't eat so much." Kyle said without looking back, and put the two Vixies into a special box.

Fortunately, this place is much smaller than the old Black house. Everyone worked together for more than an hour and finally cleaned the room.

However, looking at the brand new room, Sirius and Lupin were stunned again and fell into memories again.

"Sirius!"

At this time, Harry rushed down from upstairs in a hurry.

"Can I live here after graduation?" He asked with a shell wind chime in his hand, full of expectation.

Harry thought Sirius would definitely agree, but he shook his head decisively.

"No, Harry."

"Why!" Harry was stunned for a moment, then shouted: "This is my parents' house, why can't I live here."

"It used to be, but he is mine now." Sirius said, "I got the magic contract here."

"I am willing to spend money to buy it back." Harry said, "I have money, you can go to my vault and take it as you like."

"Sorry." Sirius said stiffly, "I can give you anything, whether it's my vault or No. 12 Grimmauld Place, but not this."

"I……"

"Listen to me, Harry."

Harry wanted to say something else, but Sirius put his hand on his shoulder, interrupting his next words.

"You have your own life, a new life... This is the memory that belongs to us." Sirius took a deep breath, "I beg you, leave it to me, okay?"

Harry fell silent.

This was the first time that Sirius had used the word 'request' to him.

Sirius has been helping him since two years ago and gave him many things that he had never had before. He also wanted to do something for Sirius, but he could never find the opportunity.

Now this opportunity finally came, but he couldn't bear it because he was willing to use everything he had in exchange for this house.

For a moment, the two looked at each other, neither speaking, nor giving in.

The others did not disturb him and just left the room silently.

"Tsk!" Fred stretched out his arms and looked back at the closed room, "Do you think Sirius will return this place to Harry?"

"I think it should be," George said. "As Harry said, this is where his parents live, and he has the right to live here."

"I don't think so." Kyle thought for a moment, "And I don't approve of Sirius doing this."

"Why?" George asked curiously.

"Because Sirius made a mistake once, and if Harry lived here, he would always remember what happened that night, and every moment would become an ordeal."

"That's true." Fred nodded and said, "I hope he can convince Harry. But I think if Harry insists, he will compromise."

"Okay, you three." Mrs. Weasley came over and interrupted their chat.

"Let the two of them decide this matter. Can you help me arrange the venue? It's already half past six, and there are still a lot of things that haven't been done.

"Flowers, balloon decorations, dress...oh, my God, where did Sirius put the dress? He couldn't have brought it with him."

"Bring it, Molly, here with me." Lu Ping said, "Don't be nervous, it's just a witness."

"How about that? By the way, there's also cake. I'm going to prepare it now." Mrs. Weasley didn't listen to him at all and hurried to another place.

Under the guidance of Mrs. Weasley, they soon began to work again.

Kyle took the wand and walked around the house. Every time he clicked the wand in his hand, a patch of flowers would grow on the ground, and soon a huge garden was artificially created.

"It's incredible." Mr. Weasley looked at the cluster of orchids he had conjured, and then at the large garden Kyle had created.

"It seems like I'm doing this too much. You really don't need help."

"I told you so." Kyle smiled.

At 6:40, someone else came.

Hagrid landed on the garden on his motorcycle.

"I'm so sorry." He looked at the flower that was crushed by him, "I thought this was an open space."

"It used to be." Mrs. Weasley said, "Okay, move your motorcycle aside quickly."

"Ah, okay." Hagrid picked up the motorcycle and jumped to the open space next to it. Kyle was responsible for the aftermath and repaired the damaged areas.

Fred and George used magic to create many sparkling elves flying in the sky.

Hermione sprayed red and yellow banners from the top of her wand, carried by the elf.

"What does this color mean?" Ginny asked curiously, "I think gold looks better."

"Yellow is the color of Hufflepuff." Hermione explained: "Tonks graduated from Hufflepuff. If it were changed to gold, they would all become Gryffindors."

"You're so thoughtful," Ginny said sincerely.

"I don't think they'll bother with that," Fred whispered. "I guess Tonks would prefer a bubblegum pink color, like her hair is now."

"We'll just add more when the time comes." Kyle said, "The space is big enough anyway, you can do as many as you want."

"Get out of the way, get out of the way..." Mrs. Weasley shouted and came over, holding a huge three-layer cake in her hand.

There are various fruits, chocolate, marshmallows on top, and a thick layer of syrup.

"Professor Dumbledore should really come to this wedding." Kyle muttered under his breath.

"What did you just say?" George asked. He was just looking at the cake and didn't hear what Kyle said clearly.

"Nothing." Kyle shook his head, "I just think Dumbledore would like this kind of cake."