Ivan, Harry, and Hermione put on their robes as quickly as possible, and Ivan even wrapped the scarf Hermione gave him around his neck.
Under the leadership of Sirius Black, they came to Hogsmeade.
Before leaving the castle, they met Professor McGonagall. Although she agreed to let the three of them leave Hogwarts for Christmas, it can be seen from her serious face and frown that she is very interested in Sirius. This approach is very disapproving.
Ivan, Harry, and Hermione were very happy, and finally they didn't have to stay in the ward.
Standing in the deserted, snow-covered streets of Hogsmeade, Sirius told them to take the three of them to Diagon Alley, where Lupine was also.
Tonight, everyone will be there for Christmas, a perfect Christmas.
Then, after the Christmas break, he sent the three of them back to Hogwarts.
"How do we get to Diagon Alley, with Floo powder?" Harry asked Sirius.
"No, I've already booked the Knight Bus. However, before going to Diagon Alley, we have to go to an unpleasant place, which is not connected to the Floo network." Sirius said without thinking , "We are going there to get Ivan and Hermione's Christmas presents. Although I don't really want to go back, there is really nothing more suitable than those things."
"An unpleasant place?" Ivan froze for a moment, "Where can I get the Christmas presents for Hermione and me?!"
He didn't know where Sirius was referring to this place, and what he was going to give him, just when he was about to ask, the Knight Bus appeared from the thin air and rushed over.
The four of them dodged hastily, and the Knight Bus stopped where they had just stood, with a deafening sound.
Stan Thornpark, the conductor, jumped onto the pavement and greeted him enthusiastically.
"Merry Christmas ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the Knight Bus, just hold out your wand and step on board and we'll take you wherever you want"
Sam Parker suddenly stopped, he saw Harry first.
"Look who we met, isn't this Neville, how are you doing?"
"Neville?" Sirius repeated, strangely, "This is Harry Potter!"
"Harry Potter?!" Stan froze for a moment, then became excited and exclaimed happily, "I knew it, I saw his scar."
Stan looked around excitedly, Harry looked embarrassed.
A few months ago, he took the knight bus from the streets of Muggle streets to Diagon Alley. He inflated his aunt and left the Dursleys alone and helpless. Wen, and saw Sirius for the first time.
"Why didn't you tell us you were Harry Potter, Neville?" Stan said, smiling at Harry, "By the way, where's your weird little black cat?"
This time it was Ivan's turn to be embarrassed. He couldn't imagine what this guy would say if Stan knew that he was the black cat at that time.
"Let's get in the car, it's so cold outside, I'm freezing!"
"Of course, come up." Stan took a step back, and then he looked up to see Sirius, "My God, you are Sirius Black, I just saw your picture in the Daily Prophet."
Stan's eyes then moved from Sirius to Ivan and Hermione, and the expression on his face became more and more excited. He shouted, "You are Ivan Mason, you are Hermione Granger! I am in the newspaper"
Ai Wen and the four of them boarded the bus. Perhaps because it was Christmas today, there was no one on the bus except the driver.
They sat down on a bed of brass pillars, and Sampak pulled out his latest collection of newspapers, all related to the Sirius Black and Pettigrew events.
Ivan saw photos of himself, Harry, Hermione, and Ron on it. That photo was taken when Fudge presented them with the Special Contribution Award last year. The following is a detailed introduction to the deeds of the four of them.
Sampak kept saying nothing, and asked the four of them to sign him. In this environment, Ivan couldn't ask Sirius where they were going.
After more than an hour, the Knight bus stopped in the middle of a small square with tangled weeds.
Ai Wen got out of the car, and the houses around the square had a dirty look, and they didn't seem to welcome visitors. Some of the houses had broken windows and were lifeless, the paint was peeling from many of the doors, and a great deal of rubbish had piled up on the front steps.
"Where are we?"
"Grimmauld Place!" Sirius' expression became serious, with nostalgia, disgust and other emotions mixed on his face.
Grimmauld Place? !
Ai Wen's heart moved, this could not be the location of the Black family's ancestral home.
Blake led the three of them along the deserted and pungent-smelling street for a while, and stopped in front of a house with a door sign on the outside indicating that this was No. 12 Grimmauld Place.
Different from all the ordinary houses in the surrounding area, No. 12 Grimmauld Place is very grand and noble, but it is also dilapidated, like a ghost house.
The black paint on the house was battered and scratched, the silver doorknob was twisted into a snake, and there was no keyhole or letter box on the door.
Sirius took out his wand and knocked on the door, and Ivan heard a loud, metallic click from the door, which sounded like a metal chain. A few seconds later, the door creaked open.
"Okay, get in!" whispered Sirius. "Don't go too far, and remember, don't touch anything."
Ivan, Harry, and Hermione walked into the almost completely dark hall nervously, and the strong smell of dust mixed with corruption hit their faces.
This place feels like an abandoned building, with Harry standing at the front, Ivan and Hermione looking over his shoulder.
In the foyer where the sun can shine, there are gorgeous and expensive aristocratic decorations, but it is covered with dust, and the house gives people a strange feeling, as if they have entered a dying person's room.
"What is this place, Sirius?" Ivan heard Harry talking, he was choked by the thick dust, and coughed violently.
"My parents' house, the mansion of the Black family!" Sirius followed in, with a hint of disdain in his tone, "However, it belongs to me now."
He flicked his wand lightly, and out of nowhere came a soft hiss, and all the old-fashioned gas lamps on the walls came on.
A beam of flickering, very unstable light casts on the mottled wallpaper, and illuminates a long, dark corridor covered with worn carpets, and on the top of the corridor is a tree-shaped decoration covered with spider webs. Lights flickered, and portraits, blackened with age, hung on the crooked walls. (.)