Hogwarts Homecoming

To be honest, Amosta's evaluation was a bit harsh, because the exposure of Sirius was indeed an accident. Who would have thought that because Filch was afraid of punishment, he asked Remus to convey that he had not found the Marauder's Map, so that the Remus noticed something.

For a moment, Sirius really wanted to refute himself, but after a brief hesitation, he suppressed the urge, and unexpectedly nodded at Amosta,

"Anyway, Amosta, I have to thank you."

Saying that to a fellow Slytherin would be unthinkable for Sirius, but the experience of the past twelve years, and the pleasant memory of living with Remus again these days does changed his mind a bit,

"You helped me enter Hogwarts... and your words really gave me some inspiration."

The appearance of Sirius blowing his beard and staring before saying a few words made Amosta a little unsure how to react, but fortunately Remus, who was watching this scene with a smile, stood up in time,

"At this time of celebration, I think we should hold a general banquet, oh. I haven't celebrated Christmas in many years, and this time I happened to be transformed again at Hogwarts"

Remus was in high spirits. He pointed to the mess on the kitchen counter and said,

"We can prepare a great dinner for ourselves together!"

"pretty good idea--"

Sirius immediately became happy. He jumped down the last step and came to the kitchen counter excitedly.

"But the thing is, Remus, neither of us seem to be very good at turning ingredients into edible food, oh well, maybe I can get Klee to cut it off and help, and we'll just watch so it's There is no way to make things worse!"

"Don't bother that old house-elf--"

The soft lighting from the chandelier on the dining table made the large kitchen with cold tones warm. Seeing the two middle-aged men talking and laughing, Amosta also shook his head and smiled. At this moment, He really didn't want to fuss too much.

Amosta put his coat on the back of the chair, his wand jumped from his rolled-up sleeves to his hand, and after a light wave towards the kitchen counter, the potatoes washed on the plate began to peel automatically, and after that, they A neat line of people sent themselves under the knives, and there was a flickering cold light, and potato slices of even thickness flew into a brand new plate one after another.

The flames ignited on the stove would emit green smoke every once in a while, and a few steaks flew into the iron plate. Amidst the crackling sound, a faint fragrance permeated the kitchen.

"Is that surprising, Amostar?"

Looking at the orderly kitchen, Remus said in both surprise and admiration,

"I didn't expect you to be good at these?"

"Personal preference—" Amostar said lazily.

"I remember my father had some whiskey from Scotland in his room, I'll look for it!"

For Sirius, such a warm scene was especially rare. He burst out with great enthusiasm, said a word in a hurry, and ran upstairs with thumping steps.

This was a gathering of old friends that was twelve years late. The kitchen was full of cheerfulness. After the whole dinner, no one mentioned anything about Peter. Remus and Sirius shared some memories of their school days. Funny thing, of course, they'd always avoided anything about Snape.

And Amosta also talked about some interesting things about his school days at Hogwarts. In addition, both Sirius and Remus were very interested in the secret room that caused a great panic in the castle in the first half of the year, so he also talked with him. The two shared a few on a limited basis.

"As expected of James' son--"

When Amosta talked about the night when he found the location of the chamber of secrets, Harry and Ron broke into the bathroom directly to save Ginny without any professors, Sirius, who was already a little dizzy, immediately praised happily: , but immediately, his smile that lasted almost all night disappeared, and he said melancholy,

"If it wasn't for . . . maybe I could invite Harry and his friends to this dinner."

"There will be a chance, Sirius—"

Remus said gently,

"I remember you are still Harry's godfather, wait until the summer vacation. I believe everything will be over before then, and you can invite Harry to come and stay here for a few days. During the summer vacation, there will be the Quidditch World Cup—"

"Good idea, Remus!"

Sirius smiled brightly, which made him almost return to the handsome and charming young man in his youth,

"We can go together then!"

"Gentlemen, before you look forward to a better future—"

Amosta, who was a little tired from the journey, rubbed his brows and stood up,

"Can someone help me clean up the hygiene?"

"It's okay, Amosta—"

After drinking too much wine, Sirius became more courageous, he burped Amosta's shoulder and said,

"That's something Live Kreacher can handle--"

As he spoke, Sirius yelled towards the ceiling, but unfortunately, after roaring several times, Kreacher still did not appear in the kitchen.

"Oh, what's going on!"

Sirius was about to go upstairs angrily, but was stopped by Remus,

"Apparently it's pretending not to hear, Sirius—"

"How dare a house-elf defy his master's orders?"

Amosta also clicked his tongue in amazement.

"In fact, when we first entered the house, he didn't dare to blatantly ignore Sirius' instructions-"

Remus said helplessly,

"Then we started disturbing the hygiene of the house, you know, Amosta, it's just too much to deal with in a house that's probably been around for centuries, and Sirius advocated keeping the house Throw away some useless stuff, and this annoys Kreacher thoroughly,

He used various excuses to turn a blind eye to Sirius' orders, did not appear in front of us, and would always take advantage of our inattention to hide the useless things that had been cleared out and the valuable antiques in the house, just to Don't let Sirius drop them. "

"I can bet--"

Pointing to the cupboard a few steps away, Sirius said with a sneer,

"That's where Kreacher usually sleeps. There must be a lot of hidden things that can show the glory of the 'noble Black family' but may actually be worthless."

"Oh, that's not going to work—"

Amosta frowned,

"Neither you nor Kreacher can secretly collect and throw away the things in this house without my permission—"

Sirius' face froze, and then he remembered that the current ownership of this house is in the hands of Amosta.

"That's worthless rubbish, Amostar," Sirius emphasized unhappily. "It's worthless!"

"It doesn't matter if you say it's worth it, Sirius."

Amosta ticked his fingers at the cupboard, and after a click, the door of the cupboard opened, and a lot of stuffy bits and pieces flew out from inside, led by a pair of stained trousers .

"Those are my father's pants, Kreacher should use them to remember my father--"

As if thinking that the trousers could prove what he just said, Sirius said happily, "I told you, Amosta, they are all useless things--"

"Not necessarily, Sirius—"

Amosta squatted down and looked at the pile of fragments on the ground by the soft candlelight. He controlled a silver snuff box to fly in front of him, and looked at the inscription on it with great interest for a long time.

"This is a masterpiece of goblins. In the eighteenth century, it could be worth three hundred Galleons in the underground world. Oh, dare you say that this thing is rubbish. I think your mother's evaluation of you is correct to a certain extent. ,spendthrift"

Sirius was speechless, while Remus smiled cheerfully and said

"Amostar is an expert in this field, Sirius."

As he said that, Remus, who had also been in the underground world, also became interested. He said to a silver tweezer with five claws that was trying to break out everywhere,

"It's probably hidden by Kreacher secretly. This kind of thing looks like a masterpiece of a genre wizard, and it's also very valuable, um--I think it's worth at least five hundred gold coins."

Sirius' face darkened even more, because what Remus said almost confirmed that he was a prodigal.

Kreacher hid a lot of valuables. Amosta and Remus seemed to be competing for knowledge. The two squatted down, talking to each other, appraising these precious collections of the Black family. Although Sirius, who has been fascinated by it since he was a child, knows the origin of these things, he can't judge their "market price" well.

"This music box—"

Remus regained his vigilance from his blurred gaze, he picked it up carefully,

"We'd better be careful, the music it emits should be able to hypnotize people, well, I'll give you a price of 800 Galleons—"

"It's my turn!"

Amostar excitedly picked up a gold chain, on which was a locket made of the same gold,

"I can give this"

On the candlestick of the dining table, a candle finally came to the end of its life, and this also made the kitchen dimmed a lot.

Amosta stared at the locket, and gradually, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, and the flush on his face caused by drinking also quickly subsided, and his lavender eyes became extremely deep at some point.

"I can give this"

Inexplicably, the corners of Amosta's mouth curled up, and the smile on his face was evil,

"Eight thousand."