Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"To be honest, I really don't understand what the collection value of these things is."

Ron fiddled with a dusty box, which contained a First Class Medal of Sir Merlin, and muttered softly.

He, Harry and Hermione were in front of the glass cabinet next to the fireplace in the living room on the second floor of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Tomorrow was the first day of school, so they were still sleepy at night, and they were playing with things in Sirius's house in a boring way.

By now they all know that this temporary Order of the Phoenix headquarters is actually the ancestral home of the Black family.

It's just that now, apart from Bella, who married into the Lestrange family, there is only one male member left in the Black family, Sirius. Such a five-story building has become the place where he, who has been with him since he was in school, The private property of the traitor who broke up the family.

"This medal is indeed worthless. I heard from Sirius that it was awarded to him by the Ministry of Magic as a reward for his grandfather, just because he donated a large amount of gold."

Harry recalled looking at the old medal.

Hermione wrinkled her nose and said.

"Even a hundred such first-class medals are not as good as the one Professor Forrest received this summer."

"Of course." Ron also said, and then he took out a tweezers-like instrument with multiple legs from the glass cabinet.

This spider-like thing was alive. When Harry and the others first explored the glass cabinet, the thing tried to bite Harry, but Sirius swatted him to death with a book.

Ron threw the fake spider aside in disgust, while Harry picked up an unknown locket at the side.

There is a faint relief of a snake on this locket, but there is no way to open it no matter what.

"This thing might be an antique." Ron looked at the locket in Harry's hand and said, "It might be an heirloom of the Black family or something."

"How could a family heirloom be thrown carelessly in this place?"

As Harry said this, he wanted to throw the locket back to its original position, but he suddenly stopped and put it into his pocket after thinking about it.

"At least it can be used as a souvenir. I'll ask Sirius if I can take it with me when I go to school tomorrow."

Ron was not interested in the locket that looked just like a tattered one. He pointed at the first-class medal that belonged to Sirius's grandfather.

"If it's a souvenir, I might as well take this."

While they were chatting, a sharp voice suddenly sounded beside them.

"Everything here belongs to the Black family! You are stealing!"

The speaker was Kreacher, the house elf of the Black family, an elf who was deeply poisoned by Sirius' mother's pure-blood concept.

He is very old, dislikes and hates Muggles, and hates Sirius, his only nominal master now.

Naturally, they would not be very friendly towards Harry and the others who were currently living in No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Hey, don't say it so harshly, Kreacher, Harry is Sirius's godson, and besides, Sirius doesn't care about these rags at all." Ron muttered.

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But Kreacher didn't stop there. He still stared at Harry closely and kept saying words like "shameful thief, despicable robber".

Harry didn't care about it, because because of Sirius, the house elf couldn't stand him for a day or two.

At this time, Mrs. Weasley seemed to hear the noise and came down from the bedroom upstairs.

"It's getting late, you really should go to bed kids, you have to get up early to catch the train tomorrow morning."

Driven by Mrs. Weasley, they could only end the treasure hunt in the living room and return to their respective bedrooms.

Even after Harry and the others left, Kreacher did not leave. He squatted in front of the glass cabinet, straightening all the things that Ron had messed up, and kept talking.

"...Kreacher can't stop them, Master Regulus, Kreacher can't stop them..."

The last night of August passed like this.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Weasley woke up all the children living here on time, urging them to get up and have breakfast, and then they would be sent to King's Cross Station to take the Hogwarts Express.

Of course, Sirius did not refuse Harry to take away the locket as a souvenir at breakfast, and even suggested to him that this rag was too cheap. He also seemed to have a pure gold commemorative coin in his room. It would be more appropriate to keep something as a souvenir.

Harry quickly refused. He wanted to bring the locket not only because he wanted to keep something as a souvenir, but when he got the locket, he felt inexplicably attracted to it.

Harry's life was not very comfortable these days. He dreamed much more frequently than before. Although every time he woke up, he couldn't remember many things in his dreams, but it still affected his living conditions.

When putting them on the train, Mrs. Weasley also specially warned Harry about this matter.

"If you still have those dreams in Hogwarts, you must go to Dumbledore or Sherlock. They will help you figure out how to teach you what to do."

"I will, Mrs. Weasley."

Harry finally waved his word to Mrs. Weasley in front of the train door.

The whole day's journey made Harry and the others' excitement about returning to Hogwarts become boring.

It was the same every year, until dark, when the Hogwarts Express finally arrived at its destination.

Hagrid, wearing a coat, shouted in the night wind for the first-year students to gather around him, while senior students like Harry rode the Thestral's carriage and entered the castle first.

Hogwarts remained unchanged from two months ago. The Great Hall was beautifully decorated by Professor Flitwick, and Harry and the three of them sat on the Gryffindor table.

"Did you see Malfoy when you got off the train? He is not as arrogant now. I heard from my father that his house was searched by Aurors just a few days ago. Scrimgeek and Fudge No, he doesn’t trust these people at all.”

As soon as he sat down on the table, Ron laughed at the Malfoy family's plight.

Harry, who had never dealt with Draco, naturally listened with interest, but Hermione frowned and looked at the professor's table on the high platform.

There were obviously two empty seats in the middle of the long table.

"Why didn't Professor Dumbledore and Professor Forrest come back?"