Lord of the Nation: Mutated golden talent at the beginning

The next day, in the early hours of the morning.

Once Lorne was dressed, he pushed open the bedroom door and walked into the hall on the first floor.

Sirius, who was curled up and sleeping on the sofa, was awakened by the sound of going downstairs, and quickly took out his wand from his waist and subconsciously aimed it at the staircase.

"—It's you. "

Seeing the handsome face coming down the stairs, Sirius remembered that he was safe, and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

He put his wand back on his waist and stretched hard.

Ever since he escaped from Azkaban, his mental state had been tense and he had never slept as comfortably as he had last night.

Even in Azkaban, he had to be reduced to food for the soul-sucking monsters every night, and he couldn't get a good night's sleep.

"Good morning, Lorne Boy!"

Sirius, knowing that Lorne was only a third-year wizard, became more and more presumptuous.

“..."

Lorne glanced up at him, but didn't say anything.

He is not the kind of person who cares about everything, and he is basically not so strict with some ordinary etiquette.

"Hey, are we going to eat this rock crust cake in the morning?"

At this moment, Sirius stuck his head out of the kitchen and asked suspiciously.

In his hand, he still has the tooth crackers that he selectively didn't eat last night.

Seriously, if he were to eat this cookie, Sirius would have to use Animagus to nibble on it.

"Are these cookies for human consumption?"

Looking at Sirius, who was picking and choosing in the kitchen, the corners of Lorne's mouth twitched.

Suddenly I wanted to put a petrification spell on him.

After a hearty breakfast of pumpkin pie, Lorne went to Madame Morkin's clothing store to buy a few summer outfits, which were for Sirius.

No way, let Sirius sleep on the couch for a night, the whole couch is just ridiculously dirty.

And with the addition of Akali's potion shop, there are two bedrooms with beds, one for him and the other for Miss Hermione's pink bedroom.

So Sirius could only sleep on the couch.

When I get him sorted out today, I'll send him to Senior Tom.

"The clothes fit. "

"So when are we going to catch that mouse?"

Sirius, in his new clothes, still thinks about Peter Pettigrew, the culprit.

"Wait until I start school. "

"It's not important to catch mice, it's important to prove that you're innocent. "

Lorne took a sip of bitter coffee and trayed it lightly in mid-air with the wand in his hand.

Ever since Miss Hermione wasn't around, everything he drank every morning had changed from chocolate milk to tea or coffee.

Maybe that's Xi.

The start of Hogwarts is in September, which means that there is still about a month to go.

Sirius suppressed his irritable heart.

He knew Lorne was right.

Only by proving his innocence can he return to his godson.

Once Lorne had found him a black robe to put on, he was ready to take him to Tumbledown Alley to find Tom.

According to Tom's recent reply, they are now preparing to make a move on Selwyn Manor.

The werewolves in the overturned alley almost all chose to surrender under the power of the horse charm.

No werewolf can resist the temptation to turn back into a wizard.

Nasty little alley.

Looking at the alley that led to the opposite side of Diagon Alley, Sirius did not hesitate to take his wand in his hand.

He'd been to Tumbledown Alley before, and he knew it was full of notorious dark wizards.

"Where did you get your wand?"

Lorne glanced curiously at the patterned wand in his hand.

He remembered that any prisoner who was imprisoned in Azkaban would have their wands kept by the Ministry of Magic.

Because of the Flashback Charm, every wand of the criminal becomes evidence in the hall.

"Snatched from a passing wizard. "

Sirius said disapprovingly.

As a proper fugitive, it's dangerous to not have a wand.

Maybe one day, an Auror will lead a team to come to the door.

Once he had crossed the dark street, Lorne led Sirius in a northwesterly direction.

"Where are we going?"

After walking behind him for a while, Sirius, who was wearing a hood, couldn't help but ask.

The two of them were already on the verge of reaching the suburbs.

After a little further walk, you will reach the boundary of Tumbledown Alley.

"The ruins right ahead. "

Lorne took the address written by Morris and looked at the ruins of the house in front of him with a pair of pale blue eyes.

Not many wizards choose to live here, only the homeless, homeless and even fugitives choose to come here.

As the two men got closer and closer, Sirius clenched his wand with a frown.

He sensed a lot of eyes on the two of them.

As he reached the door of a small two-story building, Lorne knocked on the wooden door.

Squeak –

A pantothenic voice sounded, and it was Senior Tom who had been working day and night in Tumbledown Alley for half a month who opened the door.

"You still have the face, Geralt!"

Tom gritted his teeth.

Not only are the whites of his eyes pitch black now, but even the corners of his eyes are covered with thick dark circles.

Under Lorne's orders, he could only rest for four hours a day, and the rest of the day was all intense work.

Even the house-elves were not so squeezed in the first place!

Geralt, you should be hanging on a street lamp!

"Good afternoon, Senior Tom. "

Lorne said with a smile as he pressed Sirius, who was about to pull out his wand.

"It's not for your health, I've got you a nice assistant. "

"Huh!"

Tom sneered disdainfully.

If he could kill himself, he would have gone to death by now.

Unfortunately not.

Tom didn't bother to look at the upset face, and turned and walked into the cabin.

"Who is he?"

Sirius, startled by those strange eyes, asked curiously.

"Tom Riddle. "

"This is my right-hand man in Tumbledown Alley. "

"I'm sure you two will have a good time. "

Lorne chuckled.

After all, he was the Voldemort of his youth!

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