MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 38 Festival

Ass bared.

On the return train, the twins dragged Gwen into Harry's carriage.

"Harry, we have to tell the truth." Fred and George solemnly asked Harry to take out the Marauder's map. Only then did Gwen get to see the treasure for what it was—a tattered piece of kraft paper.

"What truth?" Ron couldn't help asking.

"The truth is, for years we thought Ronnie was in a relationship with a kid we didn't know named Peter—"

“—they slept together almost every day—”

"—as a family, even if it was difficult to understand—"

"—but we love him and have to accept Ronnie Jr.—"

"—including his lover Peter."

Ron jumped up to fight the two malevolent twin brothers, and was stopped by Hermione and Harry, or he might have been beaten up by them.

Fred looked regretfully at Ron, who was pressed in the seat, "So, we think you can ask Sirius for advice during the holidays, I heard that he and Lupin made this piece together map."

Hermione thought it was rare for them to say something of value, "That's right, Harry. If Sirius can break into Hogwarts, so can everyone else. This map should Outsiders who entered the school castle warned..."

"She's here again..." Ron said silently to Harry.

Harry immediately retorted, "But Sirius is there to protect me..."

"But not necessarily others." Hermione pointed out sharply.

"He's a good guy..." Harry's voice faded.

"We used to think Scabbers was an ordinary mouse. The bad guy wouldn't walk into Hogwarts through the front door with the words I'm a bad guy written on his face." Hermione said firmly.

Gwen also agreed with her this time, "Maybe you can change the color of the name? The students of the four colleges have four colors, and the professors make gold individually, and put Filch's Enlarge the name in bold, preferably with an exclamation mark after it! So next time..."

"Gwen!" Hermione sternly stopped her from saying anything that might violate school rules.

"Scared me to death, I almost thought Professor McGonagall was sitting across from me." Gwen patted his chest, "Seriously, Harry. Although I don't know who could threaten Your safety, but you, you guys," she pointed to the three little wizards, "you can always encounter dangerous things. I think Sirius must have a way to update the Marauder's map."

Then she reluctantly returned the parchment to Harry, "What a magic tool, George Fred and I haven't been able to make such a good tool for ten years. Add an age? I've always wondered how old Professor Binns is..."

"...he's a ghost, Gwen, how do you know the ghost's age?" Ron commented bluntly.

"Could there be a pink line between lovers?"

This time even Hermione was eager to try, but she was obviously thinking more realistically, "What if there is a complicated relationship between them? For example, several lines connect many people..."

"I really don't understand witches." Fred sighed heavily, then he looked at the three boys younger than him (including George), "I remind you again, children, Mrs Weasley's famous quote - don't mess with witches."

"It can also be called Dad's life creed." George added.

The steam-guzzling old train slowly entered platform nine and three-quarters. The students dragging their suitcases saw a figure they could never have imagined.

For the first time, Harry felt genuinely happy that someone could pick him up from the platform.

"He looks much better," Gwen told George. "He was about 110 pounds before."

George happened to see the Weasleys next to Sirius, "It's not good enough. If he falls into my mother's hands, he will have to eat five meals a day."

Gwen looked both envious and worried, "Who would refuse Mrs Weasley's home-cooked food? No wonder Harry grew so fast last holiday."

"If you want," George stopped before parting with Gwen and made a sincere invitation, "Ron also said just now that Dad's friend got some Quidditch World Cup cards. You can come and stay at my house first, and then we can watch the game together. Mom always wants you to be a guest."

"I would love to, George." Gwen waved to Mr. Ollivander in the distance, and hugged the twins, "But Garrick has a very important task this holiday— Start preparing during the World Cup, next time. Have a great holiday, friends!"

Fred was still blowing his beard and staring, but now he can only pat his brother on the shoulder, "I don't think she's interested in Quidditch."

"Shut up, Fred. She comes to every house game."

"It was to see Katie, and our dashing figure."

George thought for a while, "Well, at least she's not uninterested in me." Then he covered Fred's gagging mouth and said to himself, "And we There's a whole vacation to work on Weasley's magic tricks."

Harry on the other side saw the graceful Sirius like a statue of David, and felt that his footsteps were brisk like flying.

"Sirius! I thought you couldn't..."

The handsome wizard gave him a big manly hug, "The Ministry of Magic was under a lot of pressure, and they took all my formalities in almost a day. And I think Hogwarts Z's students need family to pick them up, and James' parents used to be here waiting for us on vacation—I think we all think your aunts and uncles aren't family, right?"

"Of course, they didn't come?" After walking out of the platform, Harry craned his neck and looked around, in addition to secretly looking at their other wizarding families, and a few blushing Muggles, He didn't see Uncle Vernon's ball-like body.

"No, I personally went over and told them they would pick you up, that coward, trembling upon seeing me." Sirius smiled maliciously.

"Of course, they'd be happier if they knew I wasn't going back." Harry tentatively suggested that he might be able to go directly to his house with the godfather, his home, except for Hogwarts Another home outside of the Burrow.

"About this, Harry." Sirius stroked his well-groomed beard unnaturally, "We need to have a good talk."

Harry's heart sank, and when he thought of going back to that cold place, he wanted to pack up with the good mood just now and get on the train back to Hogwarts.

Sirius wrapped his arms around his shoulders, like an elder and a friend, "It's a little complicated. I just inherited the Blacks' house, trust me, it's definitely not a good place— "

"—I don't care, I mean, I want to live with you," Harry said eagerly, his neck turning red.

"I understand, I understand." Sirius was also a little excited, "But I can't let you live in this way, there are too many traces of black magic, it is too inappropriate for an underage wizard Safety. Don't worry, Lupin has nowhere to go now, I advise him to move in with me, we need to fix that old house well before you come." He mentioned the place with disgust on his face look.

Harry's heart fluttered again, "Lupin is with us too, that's great..."

"Also," Sirius' black eyes looked a little sad, "Dumbledore talked to me about your scars."

Harry touched the lightning bolt on his forehead and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Sirius, like a big lost dog, said their decision with a reluctant smile, "Dumbledore wouldn't have wanted to tell you so soon, but I think you have a right to know. Lily gives You have a lasting protection, the bond of blood is your greatest protection, and it is still in the blood until you are 17. As long as you call the place where your mother's blood exists, you will not be disturbed by Voldemort. Or hurt."

This is the first time Harry is really aware of his parents' efforts to protect him, and the arrival of his godfather and the truth about bloodline protection almost makes up for what he's never had in the past meaning of family.

"So," said Sirius, relaxed, "do me a favor. Give your poor godfather time to tidy up his old house—hide some of my youthful Little secret, Harry. You're staying at Privet Drive for two weeks, will I pick you up?"

Harry didn't expect to get so much good news in the summer when he turned fourteen, and nodded in satisfaction. Following the heroic steps of returning home, accompanied by Sirius, he returned to the Dursleys.

The Quidditch World Cup & The Dark Mark

Gwen and twins seem to be very busy this summer. Every day, Mr. Ollivander held a book that could be half a person high, and he kept instilling knowledge about wands, especially those made by the Ollivanders, in Gwen. This made the fifteen-year-old girl who had an instinct for a good vacation hadn't seen the sun for almost a month. Finally, the owl from the wand shop brings Gwen the letter she's been waiting for.

"Dear Gwen,

Fred and I took the time to write this letter. We started taking mail order last month - Weasley's magic trick - and the orders were literally filling up our room. We're going to bring the gadgets to school after school starts, and we've enclosed an old friend of ours, I think you'll like it.

You can't imagine that when my mother entered the house, she saw a stack of order forms, and a long