Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Grace finally saw Wayne's money-making speed.

She is now interning at the Ministry of Magic, and 40 Galleons a month is already an average level.

But what about Wayne?

Four vaults, 400,000 Galleons.

It took Wayne half an hour to clear out these vaults and get another 5,000 Galleons of pocket money.

It's a pity that Jerry was left at home, otherwise he would have been so happy.

Wayne didn't plan to keep the money in his own vault, so he just carried it with him. Anyway, it was safer with him than Gringotts.

Harry was also surprised: "What kind of box is this? It can hold so much?"

"It must have been cast with the Traceless Extension Charm." Sirius smiled and said, "I'll buy you one later, so it will be much more convenient for you to go to school."

Sirius was now like a parent who had been on a business trip for a long time and hadn't seen his son. He wanted to buy all the good things for Harry.

Harry shook his head repeatedly.

"No need. I bought a Traceless Extension Charm bag made by Wayne before, which is enough."

"Speaking of which..." Wayne suddenly said faintly: "It's okay for someone to eat, but he also snatched my bag..."

"Who else can snatch your things?" Grace asked curiously.

"Yes." Wayne shook his head with emotion: "But it wasn't from me, it was Norman."

Sirius froze. He was more panicked now than during the trial.

Sirius had always thought that Wayne had not recognized him as the black dog that performed at the beginning, but it turned out that he had always known it, but just didn't mention it.

"Who is that? That's too much!" Sirius was quick-witted: "Wayne, don't be angry, it's just a few bags, how much is "one" one four zero" four zero", I will give you ten times!"

"No need for money." Wayne waved his hand: "Give Harry more pocket money in the future, let him take care of my business."

"No problem!" Sirius held Harry's shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief.

His lifelong reputation was finally saved.

.....

Wayne naturally wanted to celebrate after receiving a huge sum of hundreds of thousands of Galleons.

After leaving Gringotts, he and Sirius agreed to go to Grimmauld Place, and the two sides parted ways.

Sirius not only took out a lot of Galleons, but also exchanged a lot of Muggle currency, preparing to take Harry on a shopping spree.

Wayne took Grace back home.

"Just eat something, I have to go back for training in the afternoon."

Sitting on the soft sofa, Grace stretched. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wayne always felt that the senior sister's figure had improved again.

The ability to absorb nutrients is really strong...

"The boss of your department is at St. Mungo's with Fudge, why are you, an intern, so anxious?"

"It's not Shacklebolt who is in charge of training." GraceSighing: "He is a very strict instructor. Anyway, we can't delay too long."

"Okay."

Wayne called Gardevoir out and asked her to prepare a table of lunch. The two chatted while eating.

"Although it is tiring, I can really learn a lot." Grace said: "I feel that what is taught in school is just playing house. Only after becoming an Auror can you know what real magic is."

She smiled: "Fortunately, I met a senior from Hufflepuff. She was recently sent back to practice again because of illegal execution of tasks. She helped me a lot."

Wayne raised his eyebrows: "You are talking about Tonks, right?"

"How do you know?" Grace looked at the boy in surprise.

"Heh." Wayne chuckled: "Nymphadora Tonks's undisciplined character is not news in the Ministry of Magic. If she wasn't so talented, she would have been expelled long ago."

Disguised Animagus can't improve combat effectiveness, but it is much easier and more convenient than ordinary Aurors when performing lurking or sneak attack missions.

Grace couldn't help laughing: "She's a nice person, but she has a hot temper, just like Gryffindor."

"Fortunately, both the former Scrimgeour and the current Shacklebolt are optimistic about her."

"No, he must be more optimistic about you now." Wayne said arrogantly: "If Kingsley Shacklebolt embarrasses you, just tell me and I will help the Ministry of Magic change the head of the Auror Office."

The senior's eyes curved into crescents: "Don't worry, Shacklebolt is much kinder than Scrimgeour, and after he knew I was your man, he spoke carefully."

"That's about right." Wayne nodded with satisfaction, and then showed his fox tail: "Senior, I bought a new camera recently, and the effect is not bad. Do you want to try it out?"

The girl rolled her eyes coquettishly, but walked upstairs without saying anything.

.......

The following week, Fudge was also discharged from St. Mungo's, but the doctor still advised him to rest for a while and not work.

So, Peter Pettigrew's retrial was scheduled for July 15.

On the other side, after staying at Nico's house for a week, Wayne and Hermione returned to London and came to Grimmauld Place, not far from King's Cross Station.

After No. 11 on the square, there is No. 13, which is obviously also under a protective spell.

However, when Wayne recalled the scene of Sirius telling him the address, a house squeezed out between No. 11 and No. 13.

The black paint on the door was peeling off and covered with scratches. The silver door knocker was in the shape of a coiled snake. There was no keyhole or mailbox on the door.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Wayne knocked on the door knocker and the door was opened soon.

"Professor Lupin." Wayne greeted politely.

"I'm not a professor anymore." Lupin smiled and said, "You can call me Lupin or Remus."

Wayne followed suitNodding: "Then I will call you Remus from now on."

"Come in quickly, Sirius is waiting for you."

Wayne followed behind and walked into the room. A musty smell hit him, making him frown involuntarily, and then immediately cast a bubble head spell.

The dim candlelight illuminated the dark hallway. The walls were covered with murals and tapestries, some of which were moldy and curled at the edges.

"How is living here?" Wayne asked.

"It's OK." Lupin smiled bitterly: "The house elves here don't like me very much, but they didn't kick me out for Sirius's sake."

"Have you ever thought about finding another job?"

Lupin paused, hesitated for a moment and nodded: "I have this idea, but Sirius won't let me go no matter what."

Wayne joked: "Does he want to support you forever?"

"I have a job here, maybe it's more suitable for you."

Lupin has a good temper and didn't care about Wayne's teasing, but asked curiously: "What job?"

"Do you know Borgin and Burke?" Wayne asked.

Lupin nodded: "Of course, the most famous businessman in Knockturn Alley, do you still have a relationship with him?"

Wayne nodded gently.

Lupin was silent...

Are all the young wizards so wild now?

That's not right. How can he use common sense to judge Wayne?

"The job I introduced to you is related to him, Remus."

Wayne raised his hand and pushed open a door, walked into the living room, and continued: "You often deal with dark creatures, and you also know something about the black magic on the props?"

"Not bad." Lupin answered conservatively: "Better than ordinary wizards."

"Then go and try it."

"Just mention my name to him, I believe he will give you a chance."

Lupin hesitated: "But my identity as a werewolf..."

"That's nothing." Wayne shook his hand: "The things he has are much more dangerous than werewolves. On the contrary, you have to protect yourself and don't get hurt."

Lupin was silent and found that it was indeed the case.

Finally, he said gratefully: "Thank you, Wayne, I will try it another day."

"Try what?"

Sirius came down the stairs and did not hear the previous conversation between the two.

"Nothing." Lupin did not say it, but was ready to tell Sirius after everything was confirmed.

Wayne's eyes were on a house elf following behind Sirius.

This elf looked very old, almost naked, with skin several times more than the body, and a pair of large white hairs growing in two bat-like ears.

It's really ugly.

Although house elves are all ugly, Wayne has seen dozens of them, and this is just the ugliest one.

LittleThe elf acted as if he didn't see Wayne and Lupin, and didn't say hello at all. He bent his waist and back, and slowly followed Sirius, muttering in a hoarse and low voice:

"..... It smells like the smell of sewers and criminals. Look at what kind of people the annoying prodigal son brought back... My poor old master, what will she say to Kreacher? It's so shameful, werewolf, kid, what will the prodigal son bring back next time?"

"Kreacher!" Sirius shouted: "Shut up! You don't need to say that about my friend!"

"Oh, the fugitive son has become arrogant again, the Ministry of Magic is really a bunch of rubbish..."

"Kreacher!" Sirius was so angry that he trembled all over, "I order you! Shut up!"

Now, the annoying mumbling finally disappeared.. .......

Sirius said this in an imperative tone. Even if Kreacher hated him, he had to obey the orders of the only blood of the Black family.. .......

"It doesn't matter." Wayne laughed instead, "He's not wrong. You gave me most of the family fortune. How can you not be a prodigal son?"

Hiccup~!

Kreacher made a strange groan, and his two bloodshot eyes widened.

"Half of the family fortune?"

"No, more than half." Wayne said seriously.

Kreacher fell backwards with a bang, just like Fudge did at the beginning, but he did not faint.

Instead, he turned over and banged his head against the floor.

"Mistress! What sin have you committed!"

"The ancient and noble Black family is about to be ruined. How can I face you? Why, why is it not the young master who survived, but this shameful young master!"

"Kreacher! You are just a house elf. You don't have to care what I do!"

Sirius was so angry that he kicked him aside, and then apologized to Wayne and said, "Sorry Wayne, Kreacher is too old. He became crazy after I came back this time."

"He can't even clean up now. Lupin and I have to do it ourselves."

Sirius looked depressed. He was almost annoyed by Kreacher these days. Until now, he didn't bring Harry home because he was afraid that he would be scared.

"It's okay..." Wayne shook his head.

"I'll take you to the library. There are thousands of books there, many of which have curses on them. You'll have to deal with them for a while."

"No, I'm more interested in Kreacher now." Wayne stared at the elf who was still hurting himself and asked softly:

"Was he like this before?"

"Before?" Sirius was a little puzzled, but after thinking about it, he said, "I am an outlier in the Black family. My mother and the young master in Kreacher's mouth don't like me, so he naturally won't treat me well."

"That's not what I'm asking. "Wayne shook his head: "I mean, was he this crazy before? His eyes are bloodshot, and his skin is abnormal."

Sirius never cared about Kreacher's condition, so he asked directly: "Wayne, what do you want to say?"

The boy said something shocking: "I suspect he was poisoned."

"Poisoned?" Sirius and Lupin were both shocked.

"How did you find out?" Lupin also looked at Kreacher and didn't see anything wrong.

"You have too little contact with elves. Kreacher has a breath of despair, and the bloodshot in his eyes is also abnormal..."

Wayne was not talking nonsense, he also vaguely felt a...2.8. corpse smell.

"Sirius, ask him for me." Wayne raised his chin slightly: "What kind of person would poison a house elf? "

"Kreacher! Tell me, are you poisoned?" Sirius asked.

However, he did not get any response, Kreacher was still cursing on the ground.

"I command you!" Sirius could only take out the trump card: "Tell me, are you poisoned!"

Kreacher finally stopped and said in a depressed voice: "Kreacher is fine, Kreacher is not poisoned."

"Wayne, did you guess wrong?" Sirius said with his head tilted.

Wayne looked at him as if he was a fool: "Do you think he knows he is poisoned?"

"I asked you to ask him what strange things happened to him and what strange things he ate. "

Sirius was stunned.

It seems to be the truth...

Lupin silently took two steps back. He didn't find anything wrong with this just now.

The brain is really a good thing...

So, Sirius said it again in a commanding tone. Kreacher was silent for a long time, curled himself into a ball, and slowly said:

"Yes..."

"It was the Dark Lord... The Dark Lord made me drink a strange potion."

"The Dark Lord?" Lupin and Sirius said in unison, "You mean, Voldemort? !"

"Don't mention that name!" Kreacher screamed.

"Tell me everything you know!" Sirius gritted his teeth and roared, "Did Regulus take you there? How many bad things did you do for the Dark Lord!".