During the Christmas holiday, the Hogwarts Express traveled through the cold wilderness, and the smoke from the red steam locomotive scattered into the white wilderness and mixed together.
"Pency and Snape were talking quietly at the banquet, and they even mentioned Dumbledore leaving school. They must be plotting something," Harry said to Ron with certainty as he leaned against the window covered in icicles.
"I believe you, Harry." Jenny, who was sitting next to Harry, held his hand.
Ron leaned forward with his hands on his legs. He was about to say something, when the sound of Lavender Brown knocking on the glass at the door of the box attracted his attention.
Lavender put his hands on the door frame and shook his head as he breathed into the glass to fill it with mist. Ron leaned on the seat and sat up straight as he watched Lavender's every move with a forced smile.
Due to the cold weather, his breath formed a white mist on the glass. Lavender stretched out his finger and drew a shining heart that had been pierced by an arrow, with the words "R + L" written in the middle of the heart. Seeing that the mist wasn't so obvious, Lavender breathed out again to make the heart he had just drawn even more obvious. She then mouthed exaggeratedly to Ron through the glass, "I miss you." Seeing Ron mouthing back to her but not saying anything, Lavender turned around and left.
"So cute." The atmosphere in the car was a little awkward. Harry opened his mouth to ease the atmosphere, but then Jenny twisted his waist, causing him to hiss in pain.
Ron put his lips in front of Harry's eyes in distress. "She wants to kiss me all the time. My lips are dry from all the kissing. Look."
"Just say it. I believe you." Harry leaned back, and Ron's shoulder was pushed back by Jenny. He sat back in his seat.
"Ron, you two are always being intimate without regard for the occasion. That's enough." Jenny snorted.
"Don't think I didn't see you kissing Harry." Ron mumbled. Jenny glared at him and raised her hand to hit him. Ron blocked it a few times before he said, "Harry, you and Sirius should come to the Burrow earlier this year." Ron maintained his defensive posture against his sister and turned to invite Harry.
The next night, in the northwest of London, England, in the mansion of the Blake Family at No. 12 Grimmauld Square, which was a 20-minute walk away from King's Cross Station, in the dim dining room, the leftovers on the table flew one by one to the sink in the kitchen under the command of Tonks. Water splashed out from the faucet, and a brush automatically cleaned the plates.
"I haven't been here for a few days, and your place is in a mess again. Can't you persuade Sirius to allow Klitscher to come out of his broken cupboard and clean up the house for you? Instead of ordering him to stay in that corner where no one can see him, it's better to let him come out and continue working for you." Tonks wrinkled his nose and stared at the greasy plates in disgust.
"Trust me. I've already tried to persuade him many times since I came back yesterday." Harry picked up a basket filled with a few pieces of dry bread and walked directly into the basement kitchen. He came to the other end of the room and stopped in front of the cupboard. He twisted open the cupboard door and looked inside with disgust. He casually put the plate of food in the cupboard, then stood up and slammed the cupboard shut. He turned around and began to use the housework skills he had learned at Aunt Penny's house to help himself and his godfather skillfully clean the room.
When Harry heard that dinner was ready, he returned to the dining room and saw that the freshly cleaned table was already filled with new plates.
Tonks, who had recently started learning how to do housework from Mrs. Molly for Lupin's sake, made a typical English dinner. There was a meat dish, roast beef, two vegetarian dishes as side dishes, potatoes, and overcooked broccoli. Even by the standards of the English, who were used to eating carrots and broccoli for a long time, the dishes tonight were overcooked.
However, Harry's mind was not on the food. He was thinking about the conversation between Snape and Pency. He kept cutting the food on his plate with a knife. Just when Harry was about to voice out his doubts, Tonks' voice interrupted him. "Sirius, Molly invited us to the Burrow for Christmas. Why don't you want to go?" Tonks took off his apron and sat beside Lupin.
"Lupin told me that Allen doesn't want to see me yet. I asked Arthur to pass a message for me, but he didn't want to …" Sirius stabbed a piece of broccoli with his fork and put it into his mouth. He mumbled, "Besides, Molly's meddling too much."
"If he doesn't want to see you, it's useless even if you ask Arthur to pass the message …" Lupin noticed his friend's expression. He paused and changed his words. "The Mr. Nimble Hands you ordered will take some time to deliver. There are too many Muggle and mixed-blood wizards. You know, many pure-blood families don't even have house elves anymore."
"Almost no restaurants will be open on Christmas," Tonks said as soon as Lupin finished his sentence.
She shook her head cutely. Lupin could not help but rub her pink hair. He continued to persuade her, "If you don't want to go to the Burrow with us for Christmas, do you want Harry to go hungry with you?"
"You guys can take Harry there. I'm not going." Sirius frowned and sounded impatient.
Harry, Lupin, and Tonks looked at each other and nodded. He said deliberately, "If you're not going, I'm not going either."
"Okay, okay. I'll go with Harry." Sirius scratched his messy hair. "I'll bring the Mandrake Grass with me. I'll let the kids eat it after they have a good meal."
After helping his fiancé's friend clean the cutlery, Tonks leaned into Lupin's arms. "We should go."
"So soon?" Harry pushed his glasses up, but the Tonks had already walked out of the door. Harry quickly followed them and stood side by side with Sirius on the steps. He could only find a chance to say what he wanted to say in the future.
Tonks and Lupin stuck close to each other. They waved goodbye to Harry and Sirius and left in a flash.
At the same time, Harris Manor was brightly lit. Allen and his family were also standing at the door to send off the guests who had come to Family Harris' party.
Snow and ice fell to the ground. Several carriages pulled by Nightclaw stood quietly in the night. Those who could see them would notice that these creatures, which were regarded as ominous, had white, pupil-less eyes. They stared at the carriages without blinking. It was a terrifying sight. Grindelwald's loyal followers, who had been recruited to Harris Manor, boarded the carriages with the help of their children and grandchildren and disappeared into the night. The wizards who had helped their patriarch to leave, as well as the officials of the Ministry of Magic, also boarded a wizard car driven by armed Aura guards. They drove a distance on the road and flew into the sky.
Some of the members of the Umbrella Corporation, the new friends from the Slug Club, and those who didn't care much about decorations, chose to use Phantom Transference to go home directly. There were also a few wizards who liked to ride alone on a snowy night, and they stepped onto their flying brooms.
When the last wizard left Harris Manor, the exhausted Harris members loosened their neckties and took off their evening clothes. They washed up and changed into comfortable and loose clothes before gathering in the Harris Tower.
They were all family now. They could lie on the sofa without caring about their image, drink warm tea, and sit together as a family.
"Speaking of which, did you notice Percy? Weasley was shaking hands with people the whole night. Whenever a wizard passed by his seat, he would stand up and bow again and again. I'm afraid his back will hurt tomorrow. "Daisy giggled as she hugged a pillow and crossed her legs on the sofa.
"He's surrounded by a lot of annoying flies tonight." Xenophilius was fiddling with a set of bright yellow anti-demon glasses. He waved his hand in the air as if he was chasing something away.
"The third son of the Weasley family places too much emphasis on power and is superstitious about authority. His desire to climb up the social ladder is too strong, and he's blindly chasing after fame and fortune. However, he didn't receive the proper education in his family, so he lost his sense of propriety when dealing with people. However, in view of his father's contributions and importance to our Umbrella Corporation, I can't just invite Arthur and not his son." Owen leaned back.
Morgan-le-feil Rosier Harris leaned against her husband and sighed. "Speaking of which, three seniors have passed away this year. Fortunately, their heirs are doing well in the Ministry of Magic. There's hope for the family to revive. The days of oppression after Mr. Grindelwald's fall are finally coming to an end."
"Lunn, why are you so slow?" Daisy saw Lunn entering the tower with Phantom Transference and deliberately raised her voice to distract her mother.
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