The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Tom:?

Mr. Granger suddenly acted like this, which completely confused Tom.

For a moment, he didn't understand why Mr. Granger did this, so he could only be led along in confusion.

Hermione on the side understood her father's thoughts and couldn't help but feel ashamed. What is going on in my father's mind? Hermione couldn't help but want to complain. She and Yodel were innocent and clean, but her father was very dirty inside!

The blushing Hermione was taken upstairs by her mother, and only Tom and Mr. Granger were left in the huge dining room. Mr. Granger took Tom's arm and dragged him to his bedroom.

The bedroom is large, with a double bed in it, and a dressing table in the corner. Next to the dressing table is a huge wardrobe that is integrated with the wall. Coupled with the photos of Mr. and Mrs. Granger that can be seen everywhere, it is not difficult to guess that this is the master bedroom of the owner.

As long as he came, he had nothing to say. He walked straight into the shower room on the side of the bedroom and took a nice hot bath. When he came out, he found that Mr. Granger had fallen asleep on the bed.

Tom was getting ready to go to bed when he suddenly remembered that his Christmas gifts had not been put out yet, so he got off the bed and came to the bedroom door. Somehow, the bedroom door was locked and the key was missing.

Tom twisted the door handle twice, and the wooden door made a rattling sound and remained motionless.

"Where are you going?" The sound of the door alerted Mr. Granger. He propped up half of his body on his arms and looked at Tom sleepily.

"I forgot to put tomorrow's Christmas present under the tree—"

"I will take you with me tomorrow morning. Go to bed quickly."

Tom's intuition told him that something was not right, but the alcohol had dulled his mind, and what Mr. Granger said made sense, so Tom lay down on the bed and fell asleep without any rebuttal.

…

hours ago.

Sirius landed in a small, empty square, surrounded by a barren meadow. Harry looked around, trembling all over - not because of fear, but because the cold air in the air made his body stiff.

The surroundings were dark, the street lights were extremely dim, as if they would go out in the next second, and the nearby houses looked eerie, with many windows broken. The door panels with peeling paint and the steps filled with garbage all reflect the decline of this community.

Sirius found a place, locked his motorcycle, and then led Harry across the grass and a road to a residential building.

Standing outside the building, Harry could clearly hear the deafening music coming from the speakers, and could smell the stench of rotten garbage. It was a place where the Dursleys would be disgusted just by driving by, thinking that the dirty ground here stained the tires of their new car.

"Is this your home?" Harry looked at Sirius.

"So be it," Harry's godfather was a little absent-minded. He was staring at the residential building in front of him.

This building is a little weird: the house adjacent to No. 11 is No. 13, and No. 12 suddenly disappeared. This is abnormal because even if it is to avoid an unlucky number, the number 13 should be removed. Is there any reason to hide the number 12?

After a while, the walls of the residential building became as rubbery as a tattered door appeared out of thin air between No. 11 and No. 13, followed closely by dirty walls and windows. Soon, a house was squeezed out.

When all this happened, the people living in House No. 11 were unaware, as if nothing had happened.

"A little trick, basically all wizarding families living in Muggle areas will do this." Sirius explained to Harry the hidden magic in his house, "Okay, don't be stunned, come with me. Come in."

He led Harry up the shabby stone steps to his door.

The door of Sirius's house is very shabby, completely unworthy of the strong character of an ancient pure-blood family. The door was covered in scratches and the black paint was peeling off. The only thing that is still impressive is the silver door knocker on the door. It looks like a coiled snake and looks extremely exquisite.

Sirius pulled out his wand and knocked on the door. There was a loud metal banging sound and a clattering sound like a chain turning from behind the door.

The door in front of Harry opened with a creak, revealing a dark foyer. Sirius stepped in first, and after a rustling sound, a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the wall lit up. The light of the gas lamp shines through the foggy glass, giving people a sense of trance and unreality.

Harry noticed that most of the furniture in the room was in the shape of large snakes.

"Ha, luckily the light still works!" Sirius said happily. Because he was in a happy mood and returned to his hometown, his voice couldn't help but become a little louder.

Before Harry and Sirius could do anything else, they heard—

"Beasts! Bitch! Dirty and sinful scoundrels! Bastards, freaks, ugly monsters, get out of here! How dare you desecrate my ancestral home -" A terrible, deafening, blood-curdling scream The sound came from behind two velvet curtains covered with insect eyes. The next second, the curtains opened automatically, revealing a portrait that was almost life-size.

The portrait is of an old lady. She is drooling, her eyes are rolling, and the yellow skin on her face is tense from screaming. She is waving her claw-like hands, as if she wants to see through the portrait. Scratching Harry and Sirius' faces.

But when Sirius covered his ears and came closer, the old lady actually closed her mouth. Her eyes widened and her face turned pale: "Sirius Black, you, you actually...really...came back... "

Her saliva stopped flowing and her eyes stabilized. Harry saw the light of reason in her eyes, which she didn't have just now.

"You're back." Her voice became much more normal.

Sirius looked at her without saying a word, as if he was looking at her face, comparing her current appearance with the appearance in his memory, and finally, he nodded dully.

The old woman looked at him without saying a word.

"I'm back... mother." Sirius hesitated for a moment, and finally squeezed out a few words from his throat.

The old woman nodded, maybe it was Harry's imagination, he seemed to see a fleeting look of relief on the old woman's face.

"From today on, you are the new head of the Black family." The portrait of the old woman said to Sirius.

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Today we are going to tell the story of Axis Osbot, the tenth Minister of Magic.

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Unctuous Osbert served as Minister of Magic from 1789 to 1798. It is generally believed that he was too influenced by pure-blood wizards with wealth and status.

Septimus Malfoy was a member of the wealthy and powerful Malfoy family, who had great influence over wizards in the Ministry of Magic at the time. What Anxes Osbot did during his tenure was also affected by the interests of the Malfoy family. Many people believe that Minister Osbot is nothing more than Malfoy's puppet, while Septimus is the de facto leader of the Ministry of Magic.