The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

In the deep winter, when the sky was just getting light, a group of people sat at the dining table in the basement kitchen of the old Black house, spreading jam on sliced ​​oatmeal bread, and sending it into the stomach with hot milk to wake up the body that had been sleeping for a night and was a little stiff.

A wedding banquet almost consumed all the reserved ingredients, and the remaining ingredients were of various types but insufficient in quantity. Under the persuasion of Sirius, Molly simply temporarily abandoned the traditional virtue of thriftiness of the Weasley family and used all the ingredients for this breakfast. Toast, bread and croissants made of vegetable and fruit juice and flour, thick slices of bacon, fried sausages piled on the plate, and pies made of various meat fillings, which made the breakfast as rich as yesterday's wedding banquet.

The newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Black, sat in adjacent seats, and metal tableware and ceramic utensils collided from time to time, and the crisp jingle sounded. The two subconsciously looked up at each other, with the same smile in their eyes.

A faint voice echoed beside him: "Mom, pass me the honey."

"..."

"Mom, pass me the honey."

"..."

With a stepfather, there is a stepmother.

It was a mistake after all.

Marjorie had a blank expression on her face. She sighed in her heart, stood up silently, walked around Betty, and picked up the jar of honey that was out of reach.

Betty then realized that there was a figure suddenly beside her. She looked away as if frightened, looked at her daughter and explained: "Oh, sorry Marjorie, the party ended too late last night, and I didn't sleep well..."

"It's okay."

"Would you like to try other jams? How about orange marmalade? There are also applesauce and strawberry..."

"It's okay."

"..."

The newlywed wife Betty's conscience was tormented. She complained to her husband with her eyes and lowered her head to eat in shame.

Sirius couldn't help but smile. When he picked up the fork, he caught a glimpse of the little wizard with black hair and black eyes not far away. He looked away before he noticed it, and looked down at the fried sausages with crystal fat flowing out, with a thoughtful expression.

He took a multi-layer pancake and put it into his mouth. With the crispy crunching sound, Loren's eyes lit up slightly.

I don't know how Mrs. Weasley made it. The fillings in each layer are different, vanilla, chocolate, lemon... The taste is complex but the main tone is very harmonious, the taste is crispy and not greasy, which is amazing.

He handed the other half to Hermione: "This is delicious, you try it."

"Crunch crunch..." Hermione ate the pancake, "The wedding is over, let's go home as soon as possible."

"Aren't you going back to school with them?"

"Going home can keep me company with my parents and Grandpa Bates for a few more days, and..."

"And what?"

"If we continue to stay here, Betty and Sirius will feel a little uncomfortable."

"Uh..."

Loren knew why this was, but he didn't expect that Miss Know-It-All, who was always silly and ignorant of the ways of the world, could actually see it.

Professor Granger is a little smart.

Hermione put the last small piece of shortbread into her mouth, licked the crumbs from the corners of her mouth with the tip of her tongue, and her rosy lips reflected slightly: "I know you are afraid of this kind of trouble. I will say goodbye to them later, and you go to say goodbye to Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley. After breakfast and resting for a while, we will leave. How about it?"

"As you say." Loren raised his head and drank a sip of milk. The warm liquid flowed along the esophagus into his chest, warm.

"...Celebrating Christmas, many Ministry of Magic officials and pure-blood families attended the dinner at Malfoy Manor..."

Arthur read out the latest morning newspaper's front-page news, curling his lips in disdain: "Who in the magic world doesn't know that Fudge is after the Malfoy family's gold galleons."

Percy, who was craning his neck to read the newspaper next to him, heard his father's complaints, and his expression was a little helpless: "Dad, compared to this insignificant headline, this photo reveals more information."

"Huh?"

Arthur leaned in to look at the group photo of guests. Standing in the middle were Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge and Lucius Malfoy, and standing on both sides were Assistant Minister Bertha Jorkins, Director of the Law Enforcement Department Piers Thicknesse, Director of the Auror Office Rufus Scrimgeour, and Amelia Bones, who succeeded Crouch as Director of the International Affairs Cooperation Department...

Many officials smiled gently at him, and Bertha smiled a little silly.

Arthur could not see anything and was confused: "They are all directors of various departments. Is there any problem?"

"..."

No wonder his father could only stay in the Office of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts.

Percy sighed silently in his heart: "Mr. Thicknesse is closer to Minister Fudge, while Mr. Scrimgeour is a little distant. If nothing unexpected happens, Mr. Thicknesse should take over the position of Senior Deputy Minister."

"Ah?"

"Ah!"

Both exclamations came from Arthur. The first one was puzzled, and the second one was surprised. He was not a fool who could open and study the car engine, but he could not think of a photo that would involve official changes. For a while, he felt a little complicated.

"..."

Percy shook his head and spread honey on the bread slices while thinking quietly.

Although Scrimgeour was not a member of the Order of the Phoenix, he once expressed his attitude that the Ministry of Magic should not ignore Dumbledore's warning... In fact, there are already Mr. Kingsley Shacklebolt and Tonks in the Auror Office. If the Director of the Auror Office becomes the Senior Deputy Minister, it will be more beneficial to them.

Inexplicably, Percy was attracted to the smiling blonde woman in the photo.

"Dad, I remember your rotational vacation period ends today, right?"

"Oh, yes." Arthur sighed and began to mutter, "As you know, my department is short of manpower, but we can't have no one on standby. The Christmas holiday is a time when cases are most frequent..."

"I'll go back to the ministry with you."

"Oh, you should go shopping with your mother, there is almost nothing to eat at home!"

"Bill and Charlie are still at home. Listen to me, Mr. Scrimgeour will be on duty at the ministry..."

"..."

On the other side of the table, the young wizards were eating with their mouths full of oil and were extremely satisfied.

"Beef pie, oh, why is it beef pie again? Mom, don't you know I don't like beef pie?" Ron muttered with a resentful expression. There were two split pies on the plate in front of him. , the meat filling inside is thick and shiny, exuding a rich and attractive meat aroma.

Molly handed a jar of applesauce to brothers Bill and Charlie who were working on communication. Without raising her head, her voice revealed the majesty of Weasley as the master of the house: "If you don't eat those two pies for breakfast, They will become your dinner.”

Ron looked at the pie in front of him, hesitated, and whispered, "What if you don't eat dinner either?"

"Then I'll make you into a pie!"

Ron: "..."

Next to him, Harry lowered his head silently, put the remaining loaf of bread on the plate into his mouth, took a sip of milk, and then turned to look at Lupin, who had been silent at the end of the table:

"Professor Luping, there is something... I don't know whether I should say..."

Lupine put down the tableware in his hand and smiled gently: "Harry, you can say whatever you want here, Harry."

"I had a dream last night, but I can't remember the specific content. Ron said that I read the names of several people in the dream, and they were the criminals who escaped from Azkaban last time."

"Those Death Eaters..." Lupine's smile gradually faded, and his gaze lingered on the scar on his forehead, "Based on your feelings, Harry, is this an ordinary dream, or did you get it through your connection with the mysterious person? Where’s the information?”

"I...I don't know." Harry's answer was full of hesitation, which in itself was an affirmation.

Lupine thought for a moment: "Don't worry, Harry, at least we can be sure that you are safe now... As for the strange dream last night, I will contact Dumbledore later to hear what he has to say."

"I see."

When breakfast time was over, Arthur and Percy hurried back to the Ministry of Magic to go to work. After finishing the kitchen, Molly grabbed the young men of her two sons and prepared for shopping.

Seeing Hermione give him a reassuring look and then walk towards Betty and Sirius, Loren also stood up and walked to the mother and son who were about to go out: "Mrs. Weasley, the wedding is over, I think Hermione and I should propose Farewell."

"this……"

Bill and Charlie looked at their mother, but before Molly could answer, Lupine's gentle voice suddenly came from the corner: "Can you stay a little longer, at least have lunch with us."

Facing Loren's puzzled gaze, Lupine said calmly: "Harry had that weird dream again. I plan to go back to Hogwarts and ask Dumbledore in person. Only Sirius and the children are left in the old mansion." , I’m a little worried, please look after them for me.”

"..."

Loren took a deep look at Professor Lupine. Once upon a time, this professor was a down-and-out werewolf, but now he has grown into a qualified leader.

"Is that okay, Loren?"

Loren was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.

A pleasant smile appeared on Molly's face, and she reached out and patted Loren on the shoulder: "Just stay at home and have fun, and wait until I come back to prepare delicious food for you!"

"..."

The turquoise light in the fireplace flickered several times. Some people went out to do shopping, and some people went out to deliver news. The spacious old house fell silent, leaving only a group of minors and the Black couple sitting at the kitchen table separated by a few seats.

George and Fred began to chirp and complain about their mother not taking them out for shopping. Harry and Ginny began to teach Marjorie how to play wizard chess, and strictly refused Ron's participation and were forbidden to speak while watching.

Loren watched with great interest as Marjorie tamed the chess pieces that rejected Muggles, while Hermione held a copy of "A Textual Research on the History of Medieval Magic" with a clear sound of turning pages.

Betty and Sirius looked at each other, and when they gathered their courage and were about to speak, the flames in the fireplace suddenly surged, and several tongues of flame licked the marble.

Everyone's eyes turned to the fire, and they found a strange and terrifying head standing upright in the flames, with scars on his face like daggers and axes, and a bulging eyeball that was spinning around. It was clearly Mad-Eye Han Mu. Dee.

Sirius reacted immediately and hurriedly got up and squatted in front of the fireplace: "Mad-Eye, what happened?"

"Death Eaters show up in Knockturn Alley!"

"Do you need me to go for reinforcements?" Sirius asked quickly.

"Don't do anything stupid! I suspect they did it on purpose to attract the attention of the Aurors. The real intention lies elsewhere, so listen up-"

Moody's rough voice stirred the flames in the fireplace, and he stared at Sirius. His roving magic eye glanced at Loren next to him, and his solemn expression relaxed slightly, "You must watch closely. Harry, keep him safe, okay?"

"I know!" Sirius said seriously.

"Always be alert!"

Moody roared, and the head rolled twice in the flames of the fireplace, splashing flying sparks, and suddenly disappeared in the bright firelight.

The group of people's heads were buzzing due to Mad-Eye's violent roar. They no longer had the heart to play chess or read. They brought the bench over and sat in front of the fireplace, eagerly waiting for new news from the fireplace.

Listening to Marjorie's whispered questions about the Death Eaters, Betty looked at her husband and whispered, "Are you okay?"

Sirius shook his head and held her hand tightly.

"What is their intention in suddenly appearing?" Hermione murmured to herself.

Loren sat on the chair, tapping his index finger lightly. He was also thinking about the true intentions of the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Judging from the current situation, there are two main reasons for Voldemort's long-term lurking. One is that he has not solved the secret of the prophecy, and he is worried that Harry will bring unexpected changes and repeat the mistakes of fifteen years ago. The second is that he is not sure of defeating Dumbledore and is worried that he will be defeated directly and turned into a ghost.

So what is the purpose of the Death Eaters' public appearance?

Elder Wand?

Prophecy?

Or... Harry Potter.

Harry and Ron sat in front of the fireplace, staring at the flickering flames with frowns on their faces, recalling the names of the Death Eaters and wondering if there was any connection between the two.

The orange flames swayed gently, causing his concentrated vision to gradually lose focus. The warm firelight seeped into his body, and he clearly felt his tense muscles gradually relax, and blood flowed to his stomach to help digestion...

A feeling of fatigue surged into his mind, and Harry leaned back on the chair unconsciously. His pupils slowly slackened, his eyelids blinked, and blinked again, until they slowly closed.

Harry dreamed that he was back on the dance floor at the wedding, and Ginny hugged his waist and swayed lightly, saying that their future wedding would be different and would be held on the Quidditch field... Harry agreed very much and wanted to nod.

Ginny suddenly turned into a disgusting Umbridge. She grinned kindly, her voice sweet and harsh: "You will be put in detention! All of you!"

Harry was furious for no reason. He returned to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in an instant and shouted in front of the whole class that it was Umbridge who should be put in detention. No, she should be put in Azkaban...

Bizarre dreams popped up one after another. After countless weird dreams ended, the dream began to change.

He walked into the metal fence, saw some strange and bright colors, and walked through a long corridor...

Two people were approaching, a middle-aged man and a young man, they both had red hair!