This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After the first History of Magic class, Harry, looking listless, received a text message from his godfather, Sirius.

"Find me after class."

Harry told Ron and went to a corner of the corridor alone.

When Sirius saw his aggrieved face, the anger that had just subsided surged up again in an instant.

"I just went to the Ministry of Magic, and the false news from this morning has been taken down."

Harry's face lit up, but he soon felt guilty again, "I'm sorry, Godfather, I caused you trouble."

Sirius looked at him with extremely gentle eyes, "How could it be trouble? Someone is deliberately targeting you, smearing you, we should fight back with all our strength."

Harry was stunned for a moment, then raised a big smiling face.

It feels so good to have someone to rely on.

"Godfather, they all say that Old Malfoy is behind this. Are you going to deal with him next?"

"Of course." Sirius chuckled, "Malfoy is just relying on a few Galleons in his hand and knowing some small characters. I will take care of them."

He didn't seem to want Harry to know the truth, and he had originally planned to take care of the Malfoy family.

Silently replacing the article, wasn't it just to provoke their conflicts?

In fact, there was no need to provoke. Sirius's relationship with his cousin Narcissa was not good, and his so-called cousin was always targeting Harry at school.

He would definitely not be soft on dealing with the Malfoy family.

"Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts are too scary, I'm a little afraid to go to Care of Magical Creatures class…

Professor Trelawney predicted again that I would encounter misfortune. She also said that two students who no longer take Divination have no talent and will never be appreciated by the Inner Eye in their lives…

Also, Vincent's anti-strike training is very effective. I feel my body is much stronger than before. Yesterday, he taught Malfoy a hard lesson. At breakfast today, Malfoy was curled up in his chair like a puddle of mud…"

Harry told Sirius about some things that had happened recently.

As they chatted, it came to 10 o'clock.

Before cutting off the communication, Sirius earnestly urged, "Harry, no matter what happens, as long as you feel sad or wronged, or want to find someone to talk to, you can come to me at any time."

Harry felt a warm current flowing from his heart, "I will, Godfather."

After cutting off the communication, Sirius, who was in the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade, swiped the projection light curtain in front of him, found Lupin's avatar, and clicked on video communication.

Before long, Lupin answered the call.

"Remus, what are you doing?"

"Looking for a job." Lupin raised the screen, showing the scene of Diagon Alley.

Sirius's mouth rose slightly, "What job are you looking for? Come over and help me with something."

Lupin noticed the smirk on his face, "How is the salary calculated? I don't want to work for nothing."

"Whatever you ask." Sirius's smile became brighter, "Let's clean up the Malfoy family together!"

"Ah!?"

"What's your reaction? Come to the Hog's Head Inn, we have to discuss what to do."

Lupin smiled helplessly, as if he remembered some very distant past.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

The next second, he appeared at the entrance of the Hog's Head Inn through Apparition.

In broad daylight, there were only the owner Aberforth and Sirius inside.

"Remus, over here!"

Lupin walked over.

As soon as he sat down, Sirius pushed a glass of Firewhisky over.

"Remus, have you read today's newspaper?"

Lupin shook his head, "You know my situation. Where do I have the money to subscribe to the newspaper?"

Sirius took out the newspaper, "Take a look first, and I'll tell you why after you finish."

Lupin looked very carefully and frowned when he saw the article smearing Harry.

"You suspect the Malfoy family did it?"

"No, they didn't do it."

"Then why?"

Sirius smiled evilly, "Since someone wants to deliberately provoke conflicts, let him have his way, but the script is up to us to decide."

Lupin put down the newspaper in his hand and took a sip of the Firewhisky in front of him, "Was it that person who did this again?"

"I don't know, but we'll know soon."

The two began to discuss how to deal with the Malfoy family.

If it was a simple competition of wealth, the Black family could be said to be crushing them.

But to completely crush them, Galleons alone are not enough.

The current head of the Malfoy family, Lucius, is a cunning old fox. This person never admits defeat when he should show off, never fights to the death when he should admit defeat, and will immediately turn against the tide when he sees that the situation is not right.

To deal with such an old fox, you must first collect sufficient intelligence.

The two decided to act separately, with Lupin in charge of the black market intelligence network and Sirius in charge of the wealthy side.

In the evening, they gathered at 12 Grimmauld Place.

After a comprehensive renovation, the entire Black ancestral home had undergone earth-shattering changes.

The scratched black lacquered door outside was replaced with a more modern paint-free white wooden door, and the originally gloomy walls were now only bright red and yellow double-colored wall tiles.

Those dirty windows were gone, replaced by floor-to-ceiling windows that allowed better internal lighting.

Walking into the house, a Harley sidecar motorcycle with side seats was parked in the middle of the porch.

The peeling wallpaper and worn carpets were brand new, and the snake-shaped decorations on the walls and the portraits that had darkened with age were all gone.

The portrait of Mrs. Walburga Black behind the curtains was still there, but it was covered by a transparent glass cover, and her yelling could not be heard at all.

"Good evening, Master Sirius." Kreacher appeared in front of the two.

It looked particularly unhappy, its light bulb-like eyes wide, "Good evening, Mr. Lupin."

Sirius ignored it and hurried to the stairs.

The heads of those house-elves on the wall were of course gone, Kreacher must be particularly unhappy because of this.

Lupin nodded to it as a greeting, and then followed to the living room on the second floor.

The ornate glass cabinets on both sides of the large fireplace were still there, but they were empty.

The Black family's tree-shaped family tree tapestry was also there, and had not even been moved.

Some things cannot be easily discarded. No matter how much Sirius denies it, the blood of the Black family always flows in his veins.

Lupin came to the newly purchased orange-red velvet sofa and sat down, taking out a few crumpled pieces of parchment from the pocket of his patched old suit.

All the news he had paid to inquire about from the black market intelligence network throughout the day was here.

Sirius sat down next to him, picked up a piece of parchment, and began to read.

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