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Elwyn, Harry, and Hermione put on their robes as fast as they could. Elwyn even wrapped the scarf Hermione had given him around his neck.
Led by Sirius Black, they arrived at Hogsmeade. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↑ Talk → Net w
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Before leaving the castle, they met Professor Meg. Although she agreed to let the three of them leave Hogwarts for Christmas, it was obvious from her serious face and furrowed brows that she disapproved of Sirius's actions.
Elwyn, Harry, and Hermione were very happy that they did not have to stay in the ward.
Standing on the empty, snow-covered streets of Hogsmeade, Sirius told them that he would take the three of them to Diagon Alley, where Lupin would be.
Tonight, everyone would spend Christmas there, a perfect Christmas.
Then, after the Christmas break, he would send the three of them back to Hogwarts.
"How are we going to Diagon Alley? Are we going to use Floo powder?" Harry asked Sirius.
"No, I've already booked a knight bus. However, before we go to Diagon Alley, we have to go to an unpleasant place. That place is not connected to the Floo Net. " Sirius said without hesitation. "We're going there to get Elwyn and Hermione's Christmas presents. Although I don't really want to go back, there's nothing more suitable than those things."
"An unpleasant place?" Elwyn was stunned. "Where are we going to get Hermione and me Christmas presents?!"
He did not know where Sirius was referring to, nor did he know what he was going to give him. Just as he was about to ask, the knight bus appeared out of thin air and rushed over.
The four of them hurriedly dodged, and the bus came to a screeching halt where they had just been standing.
The conductor, Stanspark, jumped onto the sidewalk and greeted him with a warm expression.
"Merry Christmas, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the Knight's Bus. Just hold out your wand and get on the bus, and we'll take you wherever you want to go."
Sampark suddenly stopped talking. He saw Harry first.
"Look who we met. Isn't this Neville? How have you been recently?"
"Neville?" Sirius repeated. "This is Harry Potter!"
"Harry Potter?!" Stan stared blankly for a moment, then became excited and cried happily, "I knew. I saw his scars."
Stan looked around excitedly, while Harry looked embarrassed.
A few months ago, he had taken the knight bus from Muggle Street to Diagon Alley. At that time, he had blown up his aunt and left the Dursleys alone and helpless. Then, he met Elwyn and met Sirius for the first time.
"Why didn't you tell us that you're Harry Potter, Neville?" Stan said, smiling at Harry. "By the way, where's that strange little black cat?"
This time, it was Elwyn's turn to be embarrassed. He did not dare to imagine what Stan would say if he knew that he was the black cat.
"Hurry up and let us on the bus. It's too cold outside. I'm freezing!"
"Of course. Hurry up and get on." Stan took a step back and looked up at Sirius. "Oh my god, you're Sirius Black. I just saw your photo in the Daily Prophet."
Stan's gaze then moved from Sirius to Elwyn and Hermione. The expression on his face grew more and more excited. He shouted, "You're Elwyn Mason! You're Hermione Granger! I'm in the newspaper! "
Elwyn and the other three got on the bus. Perhaps because it was Christmas today, there was no one on the bus except for the driver.
They sat down on the brass pillared bed and Sampark took out the newspapers he had recently collected. They were all related to the Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew incident.
Elwyn saw a photo of himself, Harry, Hermione, and Ron. The photo was taken when Foggy had given them the special contribution award last year. Below it was a detailed introduction of the four of them.
Sampark kept talking and even asked the four of them to give him an autograph. Under such circumstances, Elwyn had no way of asking Sirius where they were going.
More than an hour later, the Knight bus stopped in the middle of a small square with messy weeds growing all over it.
Elwyn got off the bus. The houses around the square had a dirty appearance and did not look welcoming. Some of the houses had broken windows and were lifeless. The paint was peeling off many of the doors, and a large amount of garbage was piled up on the steps in front.
"Where are we?"
"Grimmauld Square!" Sirius's expression turned serious, a mixture of nostalgia and disgust on his face.
Grimmauld Square?!
Elwyn's heart skipped a beat. This couldn't be the ancestral home of the Blake family, could it?
Blake led the three of them along the empty and pungent street for a while before stopping in front of a house. The door sign outside said that this was 12 Grimmauld Square.
Unlike the other ordinary houses around it, 12 Grimmauld Square was very grand and elegant, but it was also dilapidated, like a haunted house.
The black paint on the house was tattered and full of scratches. The silver doorknob was twisted into a snake shape, and there was neither a keyhole nor a mailbox on the door.
Sirius took out his wand and knocked on the door. Elwyn heard a loud, metallic click from the door. It sounded like a metal chain. A few seconds later, the door creaked open.
"Alright, let's go in!" Sirius whispered. "Don't go in too deep. Remember, don't touch anything."
Elwyn, Harry, and Hermione nervously walked into the almost completely dark hall. The thick smell of rotting dust assailed their nostrils.
The place felt like an abandoned building. Harry stood at the front, and Elwyn and Hermione looked over his shoulder.
The hall was illuminated by the sunlight, and was decorated with luxurious and expensive aristocratic decorations. However, they were covered in dust. The house gave them a strange feeling, as if they had entered the room of a dying man.
"Where is this, Sirius?" Elwyn heard Harry speak. He choked on the thick dust and coughed violently.
"My parents' house, the mansion of the Blake family!" Sirius followed them in, with a hint of disdain in his voice. "But, it belongs to me now."
He waved his wand lightly, and a soft hiss came from somewhere. Then, all the old-fashioned steam lamps on the wall lit up.
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