[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon

The Sirius thing is basically settled, but the things that really matter to me have only just begun.

This thing is called the Ordinary Wizarding Rank Examinations, or OWLs for short. You have to do things like review yourself. May 3 has already entered the spree mode, and the Hogwarts students who watched it were almost crazy.

In this case, even if there is a Christmas holiday, I don't think my classmates can please. However, just when I decided to stay in school to study efficiently, I received a very unexpected invitation.

"Irina, shall we go to Sirius' house for Christmas together this year?"

I was stunned for a moment, then looked at Harry, whose eyes were shining, at a loss: "Huh?"

"I said, don't stay in school this year, let's go to Sirius' house together."

"Did he give you the signature you came to Horsmod?"

Standing in the village of Horsmod, Harry and I fell into a mysterious silence.

Then Harry slipped away like a fly, and I got a headache. Seriously, I didn't want to hit him, so what?

One is to send letters to Lilia and Mikhail, and the other is to buy some ink notebooks so as not to run out. But I never imagined that I would be able to meet Harry here.

Very happy to see him like that.

I twitched the corners of my mouth. Forget it, Sirius signed it and signed it. I'm not a stingy person either...

Watching Harry earnestly picking out a Christmas present for Sirius, I'm sure I'm such a stingy person.

"Why bother."

Linda's face was full of sympathy, and it was as if Buddha was about to become a monk: "You and Blake are so pointed at Maimang? Why don't I think so."

"In some ways it is, in some ways it is not."

I looked at Honey Duke's pile of cockroaches and happily bought it: "I just really hate his stalker behavior on Harry."

"Stalker? You're not a stalker now?"

Alice complained beside me, and pulled me out of Honey Duke very strongly: "Okay dear, you must come with me today anyway."

"where to?"

I looked at the beautiful witch cosmetics store in front of me and sighed deeply.

"I'm not without lipstick, and I'm not without skincare!"

"But you never have to!"

Linda hated me for this: "You only put on a layer when you're sick, and wipe off most of it with a tissue!"

"Just to make my expression more natural, don't think about it... Oh, this color is really good."

"…"

To be honest, I don't really need lipstick or something. Generally speaking, it is fifteen silver pieces. But my lipstick is like Linda said, it doesn't work very much.

Mainly because I'm not used to it.

"What about perfume?"

"Oh yes, speaking of perfume, I almost ran out of last time."

"Just the way you spray the perfume on the wardrobe, it's fake until it's used up."

The two of you are here to tease me today, right?

Spraying the wardrobe with perfume is still commonly used in my home - mainly because I don't use those things, so I simply spray the wardrobe in order not to waste it. I paid for a bottle of the natural fragrance I was used to, and then I frowned and stuffed it into Linda's hand.

"I don't need this stuff."

"This is liquid foundation! Not this thing!"

"It's all the same. I don't know whether to use a release liquid or a primer before makeup, so I don't need to buy it."

I shrugged and shook my head calmly: "Go to the three brooms and eat something?"

"You don't like Butterbeer?"

"Correct, I'd love it without the cream on it, but unfortunately I can't get Ms. Rosemerta to make the special butterbeer I want."

As I stepped into the Three Broomsticks I saw Professor Lupin who was treating Harry's trio to butterbeer, and then there was a secluded corner sitting with a group of school teachers. Picking an empty seat, I held my chin and said, "Dear Linda, I want a glass of lemonade and fish and chips."

"A butterbeer, a fish and chips, thank you Linda."

Alice picked it up immediately, and gave Linda the money graciously: "I'll leave everything to you."

"Hey! Can't you go by yourself!"

"I'm so tired, I've been shopping in the cosmetics store for a long time."

I slumped on the chair and looked at her with a smile, and stretched out my hand to her: "Good Linda, you can tie me to the beautiful witch, why don't you get me something to eat?"

Horsmode looked a lot more refreshed after removing Sirius's wanted order, and everyone was obviously a lot happier, especially after the dementors had all run away. What I do know, though, is that Harry is still mulling over the Patronus practice, giving Professor Lupin a headache.

All I have to say is that he's not taller than me so far, so he doesn't have the happiest day. But he's starting to change his voice now, and I think height or whatever...

Might be better than me, right?

It was the first time I didn't stay in school, and Professor Sprout was a little surprised that I didn't sign. But she was relieved and laughed even more when she heard that Sirius and Harry had invited me to Christmas.

"Have fun Irina, I don't want you to be so tense all the time, and you have a new home now, don't you?"

"Yes, but Hogwarts is my home."

I responded with a smile, then got in the car and Harry followed Sirius to 12 Grimmauld Place. Looking at this old house, I suddenly felt a little...not weird, but very sigh.

"It's an old enough house."

"Who said it wasn't. Harry, be careful, don't-"

Then Harry accidentally tripped over an umbrella stand with a bang, and looked up with a little confusion: "Don't what?"

The sound of the umbrella stand made the curtain that was originally covered swipe open. Behind the curtain, there was a portrait of an old woman. She looked manic and remembered, wearing a black hat on her head and waving a pair of ugly hands, growling loudly with unpleasant words.

"Shameless! Scum! Dirty things! Family disgrace! Get me out of this house!"

I looked up blankly at the hoarse old woman in the portrait, then raised my wand.

"Irina, you haven't become..."

"It doesn't matter, just say it's the magic that Sirius used."

A ray of light from the tip of my wand made the curtains close again. The screams disappeared in an instant, but the unpleasant scolding still echoed in my ears, and it sounded like a rhythm that had been around for three days.

"Are you sure this is your home?"

I looked at Sirius with a mocking expression on my face: "Then you are really a tolerant son."

"tolerant?"

"Yeah, forgiving enough."

Harry was a little overwhelmed, as if he wanted to persuade but didn't know what to do, he followed me and Sirius step by step: "Broad-minded, admirable."

"Is it."

The old house-elf bowed distortedly, muttering a voice that was no different from the portrait, and I looked at him with a sneer: "What makes me even more admire is that you are still here. Fifteen years of local life."

"Irina."

Harry tugged at my sleeve with a pleading look on his face: "No more..."

"You don't seem to care much about this situation."

Sirius casually sat down on the sofa in the living room, and pointed to the one across from him: "Don't worry, I cleaned it."

"I don't have much confidence in your so-called cleaning."

I sighed, but I couldn't dislike anything at this time. I sat down after pulling Harry a little, still feeling a little uncomfortable.

In this beautiful-looking living room, I didn't feel uncomfortable, but the oppressive atmosphere of Black's family, even if there was only one person left, made me feel a long-lost feeling. I wanted to curl up my whole body, but there was someone next to me, so I could only sit like this normally.

Made me feel insecure.

"You've worked really hard in this house, Sirius."

Harry first broke the silence between us and looked at me with a bit of unease, then turned to look at the portrait: "She...that, Sirius, I..."

"Oh, yes, my mom, there's a permanent sticker on the back of her portrait that I can't take off. That elf is Kreacher, our family's only hobby is pure blood. This is my parents' house, I am now The only black, so the house belongs to me."

Sirius's voice was not hoarse, but rather casual and a little confused: "It is indeed an old house."

Harry fell into silence. At first, he didn't understand why the report stated that his godfather was once the so-called "rebel of the Black family". Now...

If it were him, he might be a rebel too.

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Two chapters in a row, I also worked hard, and I went to bed after the update was over.

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