days at Hogwarts

Chapter 598 Appearance
In the deep winter, when the sky was just getting light, a group of people sat at the dining table in the basement kitchen of the old Blake house, spread jam on slices of oatmeal bread, and drank it with hot milk to wake up their bodies that were a little stiff after a night of sleep.

The wedding banquet almost consumed all the stored ingredients, and the remaining ingredients were of many types but insufficient in quantity. Under Sirius's persuasion, Molly simply temporarily abandoned the Weasley family's traditional virtue of thrift and used all the ingredients on this breakfast. There were toast, bread and croissants made with vegetable and fruit juice and flour, thick slices of bacon, fried sausages piled on a plate, and pies made of various meat fillings. This made the breakfast as sumptuous as yesterday's wedding banquet.

The newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Blake, sat next to each other. Their metal cutlery and ceramic utensils collided with each other from time to time, making crisp clinking sounds. The two subconsciously looked up at each other, with the same smile in their eyes.

A faint voice echoed nearby: "Mom, pass me the honey."

"..."

"Mom, pass me the honey."

"..."

If you have a stepfather, you will have a stepmother.

After all, the wrong payment was made.

Marjorie had a blank expression on her face. She sighed in her heart, stood up silently, walked around to Betty, and picked up the jar of honey that was out of reach.

Betty then realized that there was a figure beside her. She looked away in shock and explained to her daughter, "Oh, sorry Marjorie, the party ended too late last night and I didn't sleep well..."

"It's fine."

"Would you like to try some other jams? How about orange marmalade? Or applesauce, strawberry..."

"It's fine."

"..."

The newlywed wife Betty's conscience was tormented. She blamed her husband with her eyes and lowered her head in shame to eat.

Sirius couldn't help but smile. When he picked up the fork, he caught a glimpse of the little wizard with black hair and black eyes not far away. Before he could notice, he withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to look at the fried sausages with crystal fat flowing out, with a thoughtful expression.

Loren took a piece of the multi-layered pancake and put it into his mouth. With the crispy crunching sound, his eyes lit up slightly.

I don’t know how Mrs. Weasley made it, but the fillings in each layer are different, vanilla, chocolate, lemon... The flavors are complex but the main notes are harmonious, and the texture is crispy and not greasy, which is amazing.

He handed the other half to Hermione: "This is delicious, try it."

"Crunch, crunch..." Hermione ate the pancakes, "The wedding is over. Let's go home as soon as possible."

"Aren't you going back to school with them?"

"Going home will allow me to spend more time with my parents and Grandpa Bates, and..."

"And what?"

"Let's continue to stay here, Betty and Sirius are a little uncomfortable."

"Uh……"

Loren knew why this happened, but he didn't expect that Miss Know-It-All, who was always silly and ignorant of the ways of the world, could also see it.

Professor Granger is kind of smart.

Hermione put the last small piece of shortbread into her mouth, licked the crumbs from the corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue, and her rosy lips reflected a little light: "I know you are afraid of this kind of trouble. I will go and say goodbye to them both later, and you go and say goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. After breakfast, we will rest for a while and then leave. How about it?"

"I'll listen to you." Loren tilted his head back and took a sip of milk. The warm liquid flowed down his esophagus into his chest, making him feel warm.

"…Celebrating Christmas, many Ministry of Magic officials and pure-blood families attended the dinner at Malfoy Manor…"

Arthur read out the front-page news of the latest morning newspaper and curled his lips in disdain: "Everyone in the wizarding world knows that Fudge is after the Malfoy family's gold Galleons."

Percy, who was craning his neck to read the newspaper beside him, heard his father's complaint and looked somewhat helpless: "Dad, this photo reveals more information than this insignificant title."

"Ok?"

Arthur leaned in to look at the group photo of guests. Standing in the middle were the Ministers of Magic Cornelius Fudge and Lucius Malfoy. Standing on either side were Assistant Minister Bertha Jorkins, Director of the Department of Law Enforcement Piers Thicknesse, Head of the Auror Office Rufus Scrimgeour, and Amelia Bones, who had succeeded Crouch as Director of the Department of International Cooperation...

Many officials smiled at him gently, and Bertha's smile was a little silly.

Arthur couldn't figure out anything and was confused: "They are all directors of various departments. What's the problem?"

"..."

No wonder my father can only stay in the office prohibiting the misuse of Muggle items.

Percy sighed silently in his heart: "Mr. Thicknesse is closer to Minister Fudge, while Mr. Scrimgeour is a little distant. If nothing unexpected happens, Mr. Thicknesse should take over the position of Senior Deputy Minister."

"what?"

"what!"

Both exclamations came from Arthur, the first one was confusion and the second one was surprise. He was no fool as he could open and study a car engine, but he could not imagine that a photo would involve a change of official position, and he felt a little complicated for a moment.

"..."

Percy shook his head and spread honey on the bread slices, thinking quietly.

Although Scrimgeour is not a member of the Order of the Phoenix, he once made it clear that the Ministry of Magic should not ignore Dumbledore's warning... After all, there are already Mr. Kingsley Shacklebolt and Tonks in the Auror Office. It will be more beneficial to them if the Director of the Auror Office becomes the Senior Deputy Minister.

For some reason, Percy's eyes were drawn to the smirking blonde woman in the photo.

"Dad, I remember your shift ends today, right?"

"Oh, yes." Arthur sighed and began to mutter, "You know, my department is short-staffed, but we can't have no one on standby. The Christmas holidays are a peak period for cases..."

"I'll go back to the ministry with you."

"Oh, you should accompany your mother to go shopping, we are running out of food at home!"

"There are Bill and Charlie at home. Listen to me. Mr. Scrimgeour will be on duty at the Ministry..."

"..."

On the other side of the table, the young wizards were eating with their mouths full of grease, looking extremely satisfied.

"Beef pie, oh, why beef pie again, mom, don't you know I don't like beef pie?" Ron muttered with a resentful expression, with two broken pies on the plate in front of him, the meat filling inside was thick and shiny, exuding a rich and tempting meaty aroma. Molly handed a can of applesauce to the brothers Bill and Charlie who were communicating at work, without looking up, and her voice revealed the majesty of the Weasley boss: "If you don't eat those two pies for breakfast, they will become your dinner."

Ron looked at the pie in front of him, hesitated, and whispered tentatively: "What if I don't eat dinner?"

"Then I'll make you into a pie!"

Ron: "..."

Harry, who was standing next to him, lowered his head silently, scraped the remaining edge of a piece of bread on the plate into his mouth, drank a sip of milk, and turned to look at Lupin, who had been silent at the end of the table:

"Professor Lupin, there is something... I don't know if I should say it..."

Lupin put down the cutlery in his hand and smiled gently: "Harry, you can say whatever you want in my place."

"I had a dream last night, but I can't remember the details. Ron said I read a few names in my dream. They were the criminals who escaped from Azkaban last time."

"Those Death Eaters..." Lupin's smile gradually faded, his eyes lingering on the scar on his forehead. "Based on your feelings, Harry, is this an ordinary dream, or is it information you gained through your contact with the You-Know-Who?"

"I... I don't know." Harry's answer was full of hesitation, which in itself was a kind of affirmation.

Lupin thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, Harry. At least we can be sure that you are safe now... As for the strange dream last night, I will contact Dumbledore later and hear what he says."

"I see."

Breakfast time was over, and Arthur and Percy hurried back to the Ministry of Magic to work. After Molly tidied up the kitchen, she grabbed her two sons' men to prepare for the shopping.

Seeing Hermione give him a reassuring look and then walk towards Betty and Sirius, Loren also stood up and walked to the mother and son who were about to go out: "Mrs. Weasley, the wedding is over. I think Hermione and I should say goodbye."

"This……"

Bill and Charlie looked at their mother, but before Molly could answer, Lupin's gentle voice suddenly came from the corner: "Can you stay a little longer? At least have lunch with us."

Facing Loren's puzzled gaze, Lupin said calmly, "Harry had that strange dream again. I plan to go back to Hogwarts and ask Dumbledore in person. Sirius and the children are the only ones left in the old house. I am a little worried. Please look after them for me."

"..."

Loren looked deeply at Professor Lupin. Not long ago, this professor was a down-and-out werewolf, but now he has grown into a qualified leader.

"Can I, Loren?"

Loren was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.

A happy smile appeared on Molly's face. She reached out and patted Loren on the shoulder: "Just stay at home and have fun. I'll come back and make you something delicious!"

"..."

The emerald light in the fireplace flickered a few times as someone went out to buy something, or to deliver a message. The spacious old house fell silent, leaving only a group of minors and Mr. and Mrs. Blake, who were sitting at the kitchen table a few seats apart.

George and Fred began to complain about their mother going shopping without taking them. Harry and Ginny began to teach Marjorie how to play wizard chess, and strictly refused Ron's participation and forbade him to talk while watching.

Loren watched with interest as Marjorie tamed the chess piece that repelled Muggles. Hermione held a book titled "A History of Magic in the Middle Ages" and could hear the pages turning clearly.

Betty and Sirius looked at each other, and just as they were about to speak, the flames in the fireplace suddenly surged, and several tongues of flame licked the marble.

Everyone's eyes turned to the fire, and they found a strange and terrifying head standing upright in the flames, with scars on its face as if it had been cut by a knife or an axe, and a bulging eyeball rolling around. It was none other than Mad-Eye Moody.

Sirius reacted immediately, and hurriedly stood up and squatted in front of the fireplace: "Mad-Eye, what happened?"

"Death Eaters have appeared in Knockturn Alley!"

"Do you need me to provide reinforcements?" Sirius asked hurriedly.

"Don't be stupid! I suspect they are doing this on purpose to attract the Aurors' attention, and their real agenda is somewhere else, so listen up -"

Moody's rough voice stirred the flames in the fireplace. He stared at Sirius. His darting eyes caught a glimpse of Loren next to him, and his solemn expression relaxed a little. "You must keep a close eye on Harry and ensure his safety. Do you understand?!"

"I know!" said Sirius seriously.

“Always be alert!”

Moody roared, and the head rolled twice in the flames of the fireplace, splashing flying sparks, and suddenly disappeared in the bright firelight.

The group of people's heads were buzzing due to the Mad-Eye's violent roar. They no longer had the heart to play chess or read. They brought benches over and sat in front of the fireplace, eagerly waiting for new news to come from the fireplace.

Listening to Marjorie quietly asking about the Death Eaters, Betty looked at her husband and whispered, "Are you okay?"

Sirius shook his head and squeezed her hand tightly.

"What is their intention in suddenly appearing?" Hermione muttered to herself.

Loren sat on the chair, tapping his index fingers lightly. He was also thinking about the true intentions of the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Judging from the current situation, there were two main reasons why Voldemort had been lurking for a long time. One was that he had not solved the secret of the prophecy, and was worried that Harry would bring unexpected changes and repeat the mistakes of fifteen years ago. The second was that he was not sure of defeating Dumbledore, and was worried that he would be defeated directly and turned into a ghost.

So why did the Death Eaters show up in public?

Elder Wand?
Prophecy ball?
Or rather... Harry Potter.

Harry and Ron sat in front of the fireplace, staring at the flickering flames with frowns on their faces, recalling the names of the Death Eaters and wondering if there was any connection between the two.

The orange flames swayed gently, causing his focused vision to gradually lose focus. The warm light of the fire seeped into his body, and he could clearly feel his tense muscles gradually relaxing, and blood flowing to his stomach and intestines to help with digestion...

A feeling of tiredness surged into Harry's mind, and he leaned back in his chair unconsciously. His pupils slowly dilated, and his eyelids blinked, and blinked again, until they slowly closed.

Harry dreamed that he was back on the dance floor at the wedding, Ginny held his waist and swayed lightly, saying that their future wedding would be different and would be held on the Quidditch field... Harry agreed very much and wanted to nod.

Ginny suddenly turned into a disgusting Umbridge. She grinned kindly and said in a sweet and harsh voice: "You will be put in detention! All of you!"

Harry was furious for no reason. He was back in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in an instant and shouted in front of the whole class that it was Umbridge who should be put in detention. No, she should be put in Azkaban...

Bizarre dreams popped up one after another. After countless strange dreams ended, the dreams began to change.

He walked through the metal fence, saw some strange, bright colors, and walked through a long corridor...

Two people are approaching, a middle-aged man and a young man, both of them have red hair!
(End of this chapter)