The four of them boarded the knight bus again, and their destination was No. 12, Grimmauld Place, which was the ancestral home of the Black family.
"For some reason, it no longer belongs to me." Sirius chatted with the three of them in the seat. "So we have to take advantage of the present to go, and the talent has not taken over."
"Sold by someone?" Ron asked.
Sirius tightened his grip on the armrest, and then let it go quickly. "Of course it's me." Sirius thought to himself, but nothing showed on his face.
"It's nothing, it's just a normal agreement transfer." Sirius said with a strong smile, and selling the ancestral house was not something for him to be proud of.
It carries all the memories and the past that he wishes to cut off, but after all, it is also the place where he grew up.
His mother died in that house.
It was the only place he could recall.
The journey is boring and long.
"It's almost there, it's almost here." Glancing at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, Sirius sighed, and whispered, the scenery outside the window was faintly visible, and there was no change from when he entered Azkaban, but this time But it filled him with a sense of misplacement, the stagnation of space and the change of time made him even have the illusion that maybe at the next stop of the bus, James and Lily would get on the bus there by coincidence, still smiling with him A familiar greeting.
It's just his fantasy after all.
"Are you okay, Sirius?" Seeing Sirius's happy smile suddenly disappear, her brows could not help but frown, Hermione took out a piece of paper from her shoulder bag, wrote on it, and handed it to he.
Harry and Ron were now leaning against each other, asleep, and she didn't want to wake them up, so she chose this method.
Hermione was very worried about the mental state of the man in front of her. The psychology books she studied by herself last year included such a term as stress disorder.
When a major change occurs in a person's life, psychological problems are very likely to arise.
Twelve years of innocent imprisonment, not to mention dementors interfering with him all the time, Hermione felt that it was a miracle that Sirius was still awake until now, let alone still Escape from Azkaban, where no one has ever escaped.
"I'm fine," Sirius wrote on the slip of paper, then walked around the seat and handed it to Hermione.
"How did you get here in those twelve years?" Under Sirius' handwriting, dense black characters began to appear on the paper.
"There is nothing worth hiding." Sirius took the piece of paper and wrote: "Because I firmly believe that I am innocent. This is very important. Human will can break through many limits that are usually unimaginable. Ghosts don't have vision, I can shapeshift in a cell..become a dog, dementors can't see, they only realize human feelings, when I turn into a big dog, they think I'm actually It's already the same as the group of people who lost their minds."
The black writing quickly crawled across the paper like a spider, and just as Black was about to hand it to Hermione, he found two pairs of eyes staring straight at him.
"Sirius, it never occurred to me to ask how you were doing in Azkaban." Harry said regretfully.
At this time they had woken up and saw what was written on the paper.
"Girls are generally very delicate in their thoughts, and so is your mother." Sirius patted Harry's head comfortingly.
"Don't worry, I'm fine now." Sirius continued to say with a smile, then raised his finger and pointed to the still scenery outside the window, and said, "We're here."
And now, Hermione saw a person she could say she didn't want to see at the moment, and he was the chief culprit who drove away Professor Lupine.
When did Malfoy buy Sirius' house
Hermione quickly thought of the fact that she had found Sirius in Slytherin's bedroom before, but this clue was worthless to her, and she didn't know what happened in it.
Hermione and Sirius who was going upstairs looked at each other, his eyes were full of confusion, the latter just shook his head helplessly, telling Hermione not to ask any further questions.
"Let's go out and wait, I don't want to stay at this guy's house for a minute." Ron said angrily, and walked away, Harry could only follow.
"Draco! What do you want to eat tonight! I'll make it for you." Just as Hermione followed them and they were about to walk out the door, Pansy made such a voice from the door leading to the basement, seeming Very coincidental.
She poked her head out of the door first, and then walked in front of everyone.
"It seems that there are a few unpopular guests. How about it? Do you want to try my craft?" Pansy covered her mouth with her hand, looked at the people in front of her, and said in feigned surprise, her current waist A printed white apron was tied between them, and the image looked a little funny.
The slightly green face mixed with the standard housewife-like collocation is really neither fish nor fowl.
"Forget it, I'm afraid we'll be poisoned to death." Ron choked back and said, "Maybe we'll be poisoned to death."
"The people in the Weasley family really lack education, and they don't even have the most basic manners." Pansy said with a sneer at this moment, her invitation just now was obviously not sincere.
Ron's face flushed immediately, like a boiled crab.
"Let's go." Hermione said calmly, brushing the broken hair around her ears, but her body was somewhat imperceptibly stiff, and her legs alternated like marionettes.
Then the three of them walked out of the house and went to the square again.
"Cut, it's boring." Pansy was still a little bit annoyed. He finally had some fun these days, but the other party refused to accept the trick.
"Draco, you didn't help me and watched them bully me." Pansy said angrily, turning her head away.
"I think you are bullying the three of them." Malfoy could only look at the girl in front of him with a headache, pretending to be pitiful.
"Well, it seems that the opponent is too weak." Pan Xi lowered her head and sighed, "Do you want to try my craft tonight?" Pan Xi changed the subject and asked expectantly.
"I don't want to be poisoned to death either." Malfoy shrugged, and after leaving these words, he opened the door of his own laboratory and burrowed in.
All that was left was Pansy, stomping her feet and throwing a tantrum at the floor.
"Kreacher!" Pansy yelled at the top of his voice.
With a flash, Kreacher appeared in front of Pansy's eyes, his short body standing tall and straight.
"Your dinner today is my cooking. You should think about what you should do." Putting down such a sentence, Pan Xi didn't know if it was a threat, and then went into the kitchen again, and began to ping-pong-pong. sound.
"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry asked concerned when he walked outside the door, and he found that Hermione's face turned pale. "What's wrong? Let's find a place to rest when Sirius comes out." Harry continued.
"Okay." Hermione simply responded, leaning her back against the lamppost, staring at the blue sky in a daze, as if for her now, even saying a single word was a luxury, and she had to do her best.
She originally thought that her current feelings towards Malfoy would be extreme hatred and disgust, but it turned out that this was not the case. When she saw Pansy walking out of the end of the corridor wearing an apron, her mood became inexplicably depressed. Some dull pain.
"What is this? Are they living together?" This was the first thought that popped into Hermione's mind, and she soon became convinced, because Pansy was asking Malfoy about their dinner today, with a strange expression on her face. It seems to be fake.
Hermione didn't want to lie to herself, she could tell herself that she didn't care at all, but the twitching pain in her heart couldn't be faked.
Not long ago, Peeves pretended not to have heard the question that Peeves asked while taking the Veritaserum, and chose to selectively forget it, but today she suddenly confirmed her mood.
Determining your own mood is not something to be happy about.
Because she can no longer escape.
Hermione sniffed, rubbed her reddened eye sockets, and thought about how to face the bitterness in her heart that shouldn't be there at all.
She didn't even know when this feeling appeared.
It seemed to her that there was no reason at all.
"He forced Professor Lupine away. Last year he released the basilisk and almost killed other students. Sometimes what he said was very infuriating. You never know when he is telling the truth." A voice echoed in Hermione There was a sudden sound in my heart.
"But Hagrid got a better job because of him, and even Sirius' grievances were cleared up because of him!", came another voice.
"He said it himself, it was only for his father to enter the Ministry of Magic. As for Sirius, can't you guess it? What circumstances would force an only son in the family to sell his ancestral house?" Man? He must have threatened Sirius."
Just when Hermione was still struggling in her heart, she was attracted by a high-pitched voice.
"Harry Potter! Harry Potter who defeated the Dark Lord! We meet again, it's really an honor for Dobby!" Hermione looked around, only to see a man who looked similar to Kreacher and was dressed in rags. The house elf suddenly appeared in front of the three of them.
"Dobby? Did you come here with Malfoy too?" Harry asked with his head down.
"Yes, the master wants Dobby to clean up the newly-acquired house." Dobby said excitedly, and when he mentioned his master, Dobby began to shake his head, looking a little proud.
"Sure enough, he's not a good person. It's really stingy to let two house elves clean such a big house." Ron didn't give up any chance to attack Malfoy.
"You are not allowed to insult Dobby's master!" Hearing Ron's words, Dobby immediately jumped up from the ground angrily, and hit Ron's chin hard with his flat head.
With a dull and heavy "clang", Ron was knocked back a few steps, staggered and almost fell, it was Harry who quickly helped him, and survived.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Ron raised his wand angrily, and he wanted to make the house elf in front of him suffer.
"The master is not a good person, and neither is the servant!" Ron said sharply, as if he was about to vent his anger.
"Ron, magic is not allowed outside the school. Do you want your wand confiscated!" Hermione didn't care about being disturbed by those emotions anymore. If she continued to watch, this house-elf might be killed by Luo En's spell hit.
In her eyes, the house elves in front of her were clearly a vulnerable group.
But this is also Hermione being deceived by the house-elf's pitiful appearance and submissive temperament.
In a real fight, Lucius, who is an adult and has a certain knowledge of black magic, will be overthrown by Dobby at once, which is enough to prove that the fighting power of the house elves without the suppression of the contract must not be underestimated.
Hermione's behavior actually helped Ron, otherwise when the spell was issued by the wand, Ron would only receive a punishment notice from the Ministry of Magic and be bruised by Dobby's magic.
After Ron was stopped, he didn't accept Hermione's affection, but instead gave her the same hard look.
"It's not his fault." Hermione looked sympathetically at the house-elf in front of her, squatted down her body and tried to maintain the same height as Dobby, her eyes were full of pity, and then she said to Ron, "He didn't If you don’t know what is right, you should learn to be tolerant.”
"What Master Malfoy said is correct!" His words were Dobby's golden rules! " Dobby patted his chest and said.
"Stupid." Ron spat.
"Look, he is still a vile slave master, enslaving poor, innocent, and weak house-elves! Depriving them of their freedom!" The voice in Hermione's heart jumped out at this time inappropriately.
"What are you doing?" Sirius had already walked out of the dusty door at this time, carrying a tattered sack, and came straight to the center of the square to meet them.
"Kreacher?" Sirius looked down at the house-elf, then shook his head: "It doesn't seem to be, otherwise he should have started to insult, and that kid should have brought it from home." He touched His own hard stubble, talking to himself.
"Does your master have any orders?" Sirius then asked Dobby.
"Dobby just came to say goodbye to the savior! This is from Dobby himself!" Dobby politely responded to Sirius' question.
"Thank you." Harry nodded.
"Sirius, is there any way to restore the freedom of the house elves?" Hermione lowered her voice, walked behind Sirius and asked in a low voice. She didn't know about these things, and only pure-blooded families that inherited ancient traditions would raise house elves. Elf, Hermione obviously doesn't have this condition, the big butt and coquettish actress reveals a large-scale bed photo"! Wechat public: meinvgu123 (press and hold for three seconds to copy) You know me and I know it too!