The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Tom: ?

Mr. Granger's sudden act made Tom utterly bewildered.

For a while, he didn't understand why Mr. Granger did this, and could only be led away by him.

Hermione, who was on the side, understood what her father was thinking, and couldn't help but feel ashamed. What the **** is going on in your dad's mind? Hermione couldn't help but want to complain, she and Yodel were innocent and clean, but her father was very dirty!

Hermione, who was blushing, was taken upstairs by her mother, and only Tom and Mr. Granger were left in the huge dining room. Mr. Granger took Tom's arm and dragged him into his bedroom.

The bedroom is large, with a double bed in it, and a dressing table in the corner. Next to the dressing table is a huge wardrobe that is integrated into the wall. Coupled with the pictures of the Grangers that can be seen everywhere, it is not difficult to guess that this is the master bedroom of the owner.

Once it came, Tom had nothing to say. He went straight into the shower room on the side of the bedroom, took a nice hot bath, and came out, Tom found that Mr. Granger had fallen asleep on the bed.

Tom was about to go to bed when he suddenly remembered that his Christmas present had not been put out yet, so he turned from the bed again and came to the bedroom door. Somehow, the bedroom door was locked and the key was nowhere to be found.

Tom twisted the doorknob twice, and the wooden door rattled and didn't move.

"Where are you going?" The sound of the door alarmed Mr. Granger, who propped himself up on his arms and looked at Tom sleepily.

"I forgot to put tomorrow's Christmas present under the tree—"

"I'll take you with me tomorrow morning, hurry up and go to bed."

Tom's intuition told him that there was something wrong, but the alcohol dulled his brain, and Mr. Granger's words made sense, so Tom did not refute, and fell asleep in bed obediently.

...

a few hours ago.

Sirius landed on a small empty square surrounded by a barren meadow. Harry looked around, shivering—not from fear, but from the chill in the air.

The surroundings were dark, the street lights were extremely dim, as if they would go out in the next second, the nearby houses looked gloomy, and many windows were broken. The door panels with peeling paint and the steps full of garbage all show the decline of this community.

Sirius found a place, locked his motorcycle, and led Harry across the grass and a road to a residential building.

Standing outside the building, Harry could clearly hear the deafening music coming from the stereo, and could smell the stench of corrupt garbage. It's a place where the Dursleys would hate to drive by, thinking the dirty ground had soiled the tires of their new car.

"Is this your home?" Harry looked at Sirius.

"Forget it," Harry's godfather was absent-minded, staring at the residential building in front of him.

The building is a bit odd: the house adjacent to 11 is 13, and 12 abruptly disappears. This is very abnormal because even to avoid the unlucky number, the number 13 should be removed. How can there be a reason to hide the number 12?

After a while, the walls of the residential building became rubber-like, and a tattered door popped out of nowhere between Nos. 11 and 13, followed by dirty walls and windows. Soon, a house was "squeezed" out.

When all this happened, the people who lived in house 11 didn't know it, as if nothing happened.

"A little trick, basically wizard families living in Muggle settlements will do this kind of thing." Sirius explained the concealment magic of his house to Harry, "Okay, don't be stunned, come with me Come in."

He led Harry up the tattered stone steps to the door of his house.

The door of Sirius's house is very dilapidated, which is completely unworthy of the force of the ancient pure-blood family. The door was covered in scratches and the black paint had peeled off. The only thing that is still dignified is the silver door knocker on the door, which is in the shape of a coiled snake and looks exquisite.

Sirius drew his wand and knocked on the door, and behind the door came a loud metal crash and a clatter like a chain turning.

The door in front of Harry creaked open, revealing a darkened hallway. Sirius stepped in first, and after a rustling sound, a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall lit up. The light of the gas lamps pierced through the foggy glass, giving a trance-like unreality.

Harry noticed that most of the furniture in the room was in the shape of a serpent.

"Ha, fortunately the lamp still works!" Sirius said happily. Since he was in a good mood and returned to his hometown, his voice couldn't help but get louder.

Before Harry and Sirius could do anything else, they heard—

"Beasts! Bitches! Dirty and sinful bastards! Bastards, freaks, ugliness, get out of here! How dare you defile my ancestors' house—" A terrifying, deafening, eerie scream The sound came from behind two velvet curtains covered with insect eyes, and in the next second, the curtains opened automatically, revealing a portrait about the size of a real person.

The portrait is of an old lady, drooling, her eyes rolling, her yellow skin tightened from screaming, waving her claw-like hands, as if trying to see through the portrait. Grab the faces of Harry and Sirius.

But when Sirius covered his ears and approached, the old lady closed her mouth, her eyes widened and her face turned pale: "Sirius Black, you, you actually...really...back... "

Her saliva stopped flowing, and her eyes had stabilized. Harry saw the light of reason in her eyes, which she didn't have just now~www.wuxiamtl.com~ You are back. "Her voice is much more normal.

Sirius looked at her without speaking, as if to forgive her face, and compared her current appearance with the appearance in her memory. In the end, he nodded dully.

The old woman looked at him without saying a word.

"I'm back... Mother." Sirius hesitated for a moment, and finally squeezed a few words out of his throat.

The old woman nodded, probably Harry's delusion, he seemed to see a fleeting look of relief on the old woman's face.

"From today, you are the new head of the Black family," said the portrait of the old woman to Sirius.

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Today is the story of Axios Osbot, the tenth Minister of Magic.

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