Harry sat on the stone pier in front of Grimor Square.
He stared blankly at the space between No. 11 and No. 13.
He used his consciousness to control No. 12 to suddenly appear.
It suddenly disappeared. Kamia walked up from behind with two cups of coffee.
She handed one of the cups to Harry.
She said unceremoniously, "Here.
I applied for overtime pay from Dumbledore. "
Harry took the coffee.
He was still staring at No. 12, who was fading in and out of existence. Kamia drank her coffee and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Are you feeling more nervous when you're close to home?"
"No such thing." Harry shook his head and then reached out to touch the pendant on his chest.
It was the Golden Snitch that Dumbledore gave him.
After having a working meal with the old principal at the Ministry of Magic,
Harry suddenly joined a mysterious organization that sounded very cool. After that, the old principal didn't explain the nature of the organization, what the daily work was, whether he wanted to develop a downline, and so on.
Harry was confused from the beginning to the end. But … The child touched his chin. Anyway, he didn't have to pay any membership fees.
It shouldn't be a marketing organization, right?
As for the conversation during the meal, Harry summed up the central idea.
It was roughly: 1.
Kamia was the person to be roped in.
2,
Voldemort also wanted to be a good person.
3,
The end of the world might really come, and it wouldn't last until 2012, but next year. What did the little brother say? There wasn't much time left …
He raised his middle finger and silently said, "Hasa.
diga
Harry gulped down the coffee in one breath and decided to take care of the matter at hand first. "Let's go in."
Grimor Square was Harry's third home in addition to Potter's old house and the Burrow. But because it was the headquarters of the Phoenix Society, Harry didn't spend much time here as he treated it as his home. After opening the heavy door with magic, Harry and Kamia walked through the long corridor, past the peeling wallpaper, the worn carpet, the gas lamp, and a large snake-shaped cobweb-shaped chandelier and candelabra. As they walked, they used their wand to clean up the dust accumulated over the years. Finally, they stopped in front of a wall. Some portraits that had turned black over the years were hanging on the wall. They were all dead Black people, either sleeping with their eyes closed or staring coldly at the visitors. But Harry ignored them and stared at the moldy curtains. Before Harry could do anything, a house elf stood between Harry and the portrait wall with a bang.
Harry guessed that Dumbledore's "take care of everything" didn't include communicating with the Black Lady and Kreacher. Otherwise, the old servant wouldn't have stood in front of him and growled in a low, hoarse voice like a bullfrog, "Get out, damn stranger!"
"Well … Theoretically speaking, I'm indeed a stranger." Harry touched his nose and tried to explain to Kreacher as kindly as possible. "But according to the documents in the Ministry of Magic, I'm … uh, the legal heir of this house."
Kreacher shook his pig nose and repeated Harry's words with a hoarse voice, "Legal heir?"
Harry nodded seriously. "Yes, I'm Harry Potter, Sirius' godson."
Perhaps it was Harry Potter's name or Sirius's name that triggered Kreacher, but the house elf let out an ear-piercing scream. At the same time, Lady Black suddenly screamed in a terrifying voice from behind the curtain. Harry could barely make out a few curses directed at Sirius.
Kamia raised her eyebrows and reached out to pull down the worn-out curtain. She threw it in front of Kreacher and said, "Burn it. Don't make so much noise."
Kreacher didn't react for a moment, but Lady Black was stunned when she saw Kamia. She then asked sternly, "Who are you?"
Kamia didn't say anything. She just fished out a pack of women's cigarettes and frowned as she lit one, seemingly impatient. This gesture made Lady Black's crazy expression stiffen for a moment. Harry suspected that this loyal follower of Voldemort saw the shadow of the Dark Lord in Kamia.
"Ahem …" Harry waved his hand and complained to Kamia, "Come on, this room doesn't have good ventilation, and you're still smoking here."
Kamia shrugged and put out the cigarette. Lady Black finally turned her attention to Harry. She glared at the boy and screamed desperately again, "Harry Potter! Damn Potter, I'll never allow that Gryffindor scum to live in the Black's house … "
Harry covered his ears for a long time. When Lady Black stopped panting, he hurriedly interrupted, "Wait a minute. Drink some water first. First of all, I'm not a Gryffindor … "
"You're a Potter!" Lady Black said fiercely.
"Yes, but I'm not a Gryffindor, nor am I Slytherin, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. So, your stereotypical prejudice can stop for a while." Harry raised his index finger to show that he still had something to say. "Second of all, Gryffindor is not a scum. If you don't like it, hold it in!"
Seeing that Lady Black was so angry that her skirt puffed up, Harry hurriedly finished his words. "Finally, I insist that I have the legal right to use this house. This right is guaranteed by the Ministry of Magic, but the ownership of this house still belongs to my godfather, Sirius Black."
"But Sirius is already …" Lady Black blurted out, and then turned her head away with an ugly expression.
Harry said gently, "No, Madam. Sirius is not dead. That's why he can suddenly transfer this house to me."
Lady Black's hair accessories shook, but she still did not turn her head. Harry could only see the stiff lines of her mouth. But Kriche, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly muttered, "Young Master Sirius is an unfilial son. He angered Madam to death and still associates with dirty werewolves …"
Kamia glanced at him coldly. "Kriche?"
The old house elf opened his mouth, but finally stopped nagging. He picked up the pile of broken curtains and went to the basement.
At this time, Lady Black turned her head and stared straight at Kamia. "Who are you?"
Kamia waved her hand indifferently. "Kamia Lovegood, Professor of Literature at Hogwarts." Kamia grinned and showed her white teeth. "As a precaution, I'm not from Gryffindor or other schools."
Lady Black swallowed all her words. So, faculties were no longer popular in magic schools?
Cleaning up Black's house was not an easy job. In addition to the heavy dust, there were also foxes behind the curtains and Boggart in the drawers. Harry even found a nest of dead Pu Rongrong on the sofa in the living room on the second floor! After cleaning up the second floor with Harry, Kamia became impatient. She was not proficient in household magic. Compared to cleaning the glass next to the fireplace, she would rather clean the whole glass. Harry did not dare to let Kamia help him with the housework. He directly asked this big shot to supervise Kriche. The house elf always followed behind Harry, afraid that he would clean up the decorative house elf heads and snake sculptures. In fact, Harry did not plan to do that. He had planned to return the house to Sirius from the beginning. As for how to change the style of the house, it would be up to his godfather to do it himself. So, he just cleaned up the dust in the house to make it look a little less haunted. Then he told Kriche, "Don't think too much in the basement. Come out and sweep the dust and talk to your mistress. Don't always make her think negative things. Uh, just talk to her about Regulus is good enough." Then Kriche stared at Harry for a long time as if he had seen a ghost.
In addition, Harry also cleaned the room on the third floor where he and Ron had stayed. Maybe he could stay here a few times in the future. Kamia came up to take a look and did not say anything. She just pointed at the blank portrait on the wall and smiled for a while. Harry then remembered that the portrait was of Sirius' great-great-grandfather, Phoenix Nigellus.
Did that mean that if he sneaked out of school to play, Dumbledore would know? Harry rubbed his chin and thought for a while. He decided to ignore it. It was as if Dumbledore did not know that he was a Potter!
The last room to clean was the three rooms on the fifth floor. Harry did not enter Madam Black's room at all. He knew that Kriche came to clean it every day. He just carefully cleaned Sirius' room. Then, he pulled out some erotic magazines from under the mattress, two pairs of underwear, and a set of wizard chess. He broke out in a cold sweat. Since Sirius had not come back to live with the Black family after he broke off relations with them, there was not much left in the room. Even the wardrobe was empty. To Harry's surprise, when he opened the wardrobe door, he saw a poster of Lennon inside. Sirius was not a muggle, and neither was his father. Then, this was a gift from Lily. As Harry made wild guesses, he found some scratches on the edge of the poster. It could be imagined that when the young and rebellious Sirius packed a box of things to go to James, he was determined to take all his precious things with him. However, he found that the poster given by Lily was stuck tightly to the wardrobe with magic glue. He could not move the wardrobe, and he did not want to hurt Lennon, so he could only regretfully leave it there.
After closing the wardrobe door, Harry picked up a broom and left Sirius' room. He walked towards another room. Kriche, who had been wandering in the corridor, quickly followed the boy. "This is Young Master Regulus' room. You can't enter Young Master Regulus' room."
Harry patiently explained, "I don't want to offend your Young Master Regulus. I'm here to take something from Young Master Sirius."
The sign on Regulus' door still said: No entry without my express permission. Harry hesitated outside the door for a while before carefully pushing the door open. He really respected this Mr. R.A.B.
Regulus' room was very formal, completely different in style from Sirius' bedroom. The silver and green of Slytherin could be seen everywhere, covering the bed, walls, and windows. The Black family crest and the motto "Always Pure" were carefully painted on the bedside. Below were many yellowed newspaper clippings — all about the Black Lord, glued together into an irregular collage. In the corner of the collage, Harry saw a picture frame. A Hogwarts Quidditch team was smiling and waving in the picture frame. The players were all wearing Slytherin uniforms. He found Regulus at a glance, sitting in the middle of the front row. He had black hair and a slightly arrogant expression, just like his brother, but he was thinner and not as handsome as Sirius. He was a ball seeker.
Harry was surprised to find that when he saw the picture, his first reaction was that most of the people in the picture had already died. Not that the people in the picture were all Death Eaters.
Kreacher followed closely behind Harry and looked sadly at Regulus in the picture. Harry had to ask, "Kreacher, why don't we take this picture to the living room?" But Kreacher shook his head vigorously. "Don't touch Young Master Regulus's things."
All right. Harry sighed and turned to walk to Regulus' desk. He opened a locked drawer with his wand and took out a photo album under Kreacher's angry gaze. He then opened the cover and explained, "This doesn't belong to Regulus. It belongs to Sirius."
On the title page, it was clearly written in flamboyant handwriting: This item belongs to Bigfoot!
Kreacher sniffed, as if he didn't understand what was going on. Harry knew that Regulus had stolen it from Sirius before he ran away from home. It was probably due to some kind of natural attachment of a younger brother to his older brother. In any case, Kreacher couldn't stop Harry from taking the album. He could only angrily clean Regulus' room again after Harry left.
Kamia had been lying on the sofa in the living room reading for a while. There were cream biscuits and black tea on the coffee table. This guy had probably threatened Kreacher. Harry pursed his lips and sat down on the other side. He sipped his tea and flipped through the album.
The main character of the album was mostly the young Sirius. His family members (including Regulus) rarely appeared. In the latter half of the album, the other three Raiders and a red-haired young witch frequently appeared. Harry also saw several beautiful young witches in some of the photos. They were probably girls that Sirius had pursued when he was a student. The feeling of seeing his relatives waving at him in the photo was quite complicated, and the smile on Harry's face became more and more bitter.
Kamia noticed this and couldn't help but sit up and ask, "Do you want me to help you ask for leave and let you go to the North Sea for a few days?"
Harry's lips twitched and he refused. "Forget it. I'm still a baby. I can't stand the way they do things." Harry felt that he couldn't control himself at all if he had to engage in sexual liberation with his female fans.
Kamia raised her eyebrows. "Then go to Notting Hill for a few days. You might even meet Julia Roberts."
Harry was speechless. "No need. If it really doesn't work out, I'll sleep in Ron's dorm for a couple of days and have intimate interactions with Shortie to improve our relationship."
Kamia rolled her eyes. "That works too." After a moment of silence, she couldn't help but ask, "So what's bothering you? Can you tell me and make me happy? "
Harry took a deep breath and sadly found that he could only confide in the guy in front of him. "As.
churchill
said，
it’s
every
en
i
get
back？ [Note 2] "
Kamia slowly blinked twice and said slowly, "John Lennon …"
Harry smiled bitterly and repeated the question. "When I come back, is it still there? Or has it disappeared? "
It was a pointless question. Whether it was the United Kingdom that was changing, or the world that was changing, or even every year and every day that had happened, there was no going back. That was why a powerful person like Dumbledore would show a sad smile, and Paddy would wander sadly in a fallen world. Then what could Harry Potter do?
Kamia stared at Harry as if she was thinking about something. Her rare serious look made Harry panic a little. "Hey, Kamia?"
Kamia bit her lower lip and suddenly asked, "Hey, Harry Potter, do you remember 1994? Do you still remember the significance of this year? "
Harry froze for a moment, then frowned. "1994? Apart from Cobain's suicide and Mandela's election as president, is there anything special … Ah, I remember, 1994 was the miracle year of the movie. Pulp Fiction, The Shawshank Redemption, Forrest Gump, and The Lion King were all released in this year! "
Kamia took out a pipe from somewhere and knocked Harry on the head. "Idiot! Can't your knowledge system be a little more comprehensive? "Under Harry's aggrieved gaze, Kamia straightened her face and said in a hoarse voice," Change! Harry, the
times
they
are
A chanting [Note 3]! The world is changing every day, and the speed of change is getting faster and faster. Why? The industrial revolution is over, and the microcomputer has been around for twenty years. So, why do you think, Harry? "
Kamia spoke faster and faster, and Harry's face was getting paler and paler. The female professor sneered. "The information age, Harry, the information age is coming, the digital age is coming, and the Internet age is coming! By 1995, the Federal Internet Commission will declare the 'Internet' a global information system. By 1995, the backbone of the Internet will cover 91 countries around the world, and there will be more than four million mainframes … "
Harry asked with a pale face, "Are we going to go back in time and kill von Neumann?!"
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