Harry once had a godson, Teddy Lupin.
So, he had his own ideas about how to deal with puberty. Let nature take its course, as long as the child has the correct knowledge of sexual behavior, generally speaking, there shouldn't be any major problems. Also, don't interfere with your child's choice of romantic partner.
The parents of the Montague and Capuletto families have already given us a vivid lesson. In short, the restlessness of puberty, like the seasons, will pass smoothly. Harry wasn't too worried. He was preparing how to entertain his friends in Grimmauld Square.
Harry didn't hide the fact that he had inherited a house from his friends.
He chose to mention it during a practical class. Ron was the first to express his envy of Harry. "That's great!" He had bought a house at such a young age. Hermione, on the other hand, remained cautious. "You mean, this house was transferred to you by your godfather? Your godfather? Sirius Black? "She remembered seeing this name in the Daily Prophet.
It was still connected to Azkaban. Harry didn't explain much at the time.
He just laughed it off and got away with it.
But afterward, he pulled Hermione aside and explained, "Don't worry, my godfather is a good man." Hermione smiled faintly. "And he's not dead, is he?"
Well, Harry felt that his secrets couldn't be hidden from Hermione for much longer, but the little witch didn't ask any more questions.
Instead, she stared at Harry for a while, then waved her hand and smiled as she returned to the tower. Harry watched Hermione's back as she climbed up the gentle slope.
He also turned and returned to the Union Building.
He took out the Invisibility Cloak from the closet and went out to visit Whomping Willow.
From Hogsmeade Phantom to 12 Grimmauld Square,
Harry almost kicked Kreacher as soon as he entered the room. He looked down and saw the old house elf dragging a large pile of silverware to god knows where. But no matter how old Kreacher was, it was impossible for him to sell Black's things, so Harry asked, "Kreacher, why did you move them all out?"
Kreacher slowly made way for Harry, then answered without looking up, "The new master wants to entertain pureblood traitors and mud at home … Madam is going to be mad … Kreacher can't let the new master tarnish Black's glory …"
Ever since Harry came to tell Madam Black that he wanted to entertain friends at the party, Madam Black refused to show up. Kreacher pulled a new curtain and hung it in front of her portrait, so Harry could only greet her through the curtain every time he came.
Hearing Kreacher's words, Harry felt helpless. He knew that he couldn't easily change the old servant's mind, and he was also afraid that he would make a plate of fried mice for the party, so he could only persuade him nicely. "Kreacher, do you know who I'm inviting to the party?"
Kreacher stared at him with his turbid eyes at the corner of the stairs. "Pureblood traitors and mud …"
"I warned you not to say those two words!" Harry put on a straight face. "Now, remember the guest list. This weekend, I invited Weisles and his family, Miss Hermione Granger, Mr. Neville Longbottom, Mr. Drac Malfoy …" Harry stopped Kreacher from screaming and continued, "And Lovegood and her family, and Professor Snape Severus."
Seeing Harry nod, Kreacher excitedly clenched his hands and screamed, "Master Harry, are you talking about Young Master Malfoy Jr. and Dean Slytherin?!" Harry nodded with a straight face, then frowned and said, "If something goes wrong at the party …"
Kreacher shook his head repeatedly. "Kreacher is going to wash the dishes! Kreacher won't let anything go wrong at the party! Ah, Young Master Malfoy Jr. and Miss Cissy … "The old servant dragged the silver furniture to the basement to scrub. Harry was sure that the next time he saw them, they would all be clean and shiny.
Harry walked upstairs with peace of mind. He planned to rest here for the night. As he walked up the stairs, he suddenly heard Madam Black's voice behind the curtain. "Do you know Narcissa?"
Narcissa Malfoy? Harry paused for a moment before he remembered this cold and noble lady. She had once saved him from Voldemort with a lie. She was also a daughter of the Black family.
"I've never met Madam Malfoy …" This was not a lie. Harry said the second half of the sentence in a cheerful tone. "But I'm quite familiar with Drac."
Not knowing what expression Madam Black had behind the curtain, Harry waited patiently for a while before he heard her flat, emotionless voice. "Last time you said that my unfilial son is not dead."
Harry tilted his head and wondered if the punctuation should be a period or a question mark. Then he slowly said, "Sirius … He's free now."
There was no more sound from behind the curtain, so Harry nodded slightly and turned to go upstairs.
Kreacher did not disappoint Harry. By the weekend, the Black Mansion had been cleaned from top to bottom. It was neat and dignified. Even the heads of the house elves hanging on the wall on the second floor looked much cleaner. Harry did not dare to imagine what Kreacher had done to them. Anyway, the old elf stood respectfully at the door to welcome the guests. He bowed deeply and said, "Dear Young Master Malfoy —"
Ron, who was standing at the front, was speechless.
Drac, who was standing at the back, was speechless.
Kreacher straightened up and looked around at the guests who were blocked at the door. When he did not find Snape, he looked suspiciously at Harry. Harry quickly coughed and looked at the spots on the wall. "Ah … Professor Snape isn't here yet?"
Everyone was shocked. "You invited Professor Snape?!"
Kamia, who was holding Tommy and playing with the baby, looked up at Harry with a smile. "Ah … only Harry can invite Professor Snape." Everyone calmed down a little and began to talk about other things.
Kreacher did not quite understand what was going on, but he still had to give the current owner some face. He only gave Harry a stern look, then slowly walked to the basement, leaving Harry scratching his nose. He welcomed the guests in and led them to the living room on the second floor.
Weisles and his wife did not come. The twins, Ron, and Ginny came, so the only adults present were Xenophilius and Kamia. Fortunately, the two of them were talkative among the children, so the atmosphere in the living room was quite harmonious. Only … Harry looked at Xenophilius and Ron, who were sitting around the carpet playing Monopoly, while he observed Drac, who was standing beside Pansy. Drac turned her head and whispered something to Pansy. Miss Parkinson greeted Hermione with a smile and sat down to talk.
Then Drac walked over to Harry alone. She handed a small silver-green box to Harry with a fake smile and said pretentiously, "Potter, thank you very much for your hospitality." Harry took the box and opened it. It was a very exquisite cufflink. He then looked at his T-shirt with the banana worm pattern printed on it and pursed his lips. He imitated Drac's tone and said, "Ah, thank you for the gift. I hope you have fun ~" Drac's temple twitched, then she said with a fake smile, "Ah, no, I still have a small problem to solve …"
"Come with me." Harry did not let Drac finish her excuse. He grabbed the platinum boy's arm and dragged him to the other side of the living room. "Look."
"Rude … What do you want me to look at?" Drac pushed Harry's arm away unhappily. Then she looked up and saw the tree-shaped family tree tapestry that covered most of the wall. She was stunned for a moment.
Harry squinted his eyes and found Signas Black among the densely packed Black. He pointed it out to Drac and said, "Look, your grandfather!"
From the portrait, it was a serious and arrogant Black. Narcissa had obviously inherited some of his mannerisms, but Harry was not familiar with Bellatrix and Andomira. Bellatrix was not completely crazy, and Andomira looked like a skeptic.
The Malfoys with a weak bloodline did not have such a family tree. It was also the first time that Drac understood the origin of her ancestors so directly. She stood in front of the tapestry for a moment, lost in thought. Harry's gaze moved from the first-generation Sirius Black (the elder brother of the principal of Phoenix, who died at the age of eight) to the hollow portrait of Sirius Black at the bottom of the tapestry. His name had not completely turned gray, and a faint silver light could still be seen flashing faintly.
Drac also noticed this strange phenomenon and could not help but look at Harry in confusion. Harry looked at Drac with a smile, leaving her question in her mouth. He was going to report it to his mother when they got home.
Harry seemed to be unaware of all this. He pulled Drac out again and said, "By the way, I know a few books that are quite useful for your potion paper on black magic treatment. Let's go take a look together!" Drac did not resist this time and let Harry pull her into the Black's library.
As one of the oldest magic families, the Black's library was indeed a treasure trove, not inferior to the forbidden books section in Hogwarts. Harry specially told Drac to be careful not to touch any black magic items, such as the tapestry that was knotted in the corner. As a guest, Drac naturally did not act rashly. She only watched as Harry climbed up and down on the chair. Soon, he picked out a few big books, dusted them, and handed them to her.
Drac did not take them, but stared at Harry. "These are Black's books." The ancient magic families would put a spell on the items with their family emblem to prevent them from being tainted by thieves.
However, Harry smiled. "You also have Black's blood in you." Then, he steadily stuffed the books into Drac's hands.
Drac looked at the thick book in her hands and laughed softly. "That's why you asked me to look at the family tree." That person … the prisoner who could be considered her uncle, he actually did not die! Drac suddenly understood why her mother valued this seemingly meaningless gathering so much.
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