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After a night of deliberation, they chose a house in Godric's Hollow that had been vacant for many years.
At five o'clock in the morning, the group arrived there through the portkey.
Looking at the ordinary-looking house in front of him, Sirius asked with a complex expression.
"Moon Face, have you really decided?"
"Of course, Padfoot." Lupine said with a smile, "This is the perfect place, isn't it? And I think Harry would be very happy to be back here again."
"What I'm most worried about right now is actually you, you..."
"It doesn't matter to me, really." Sirius turned away and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
He knew exactly what Lupine meant, because this was the Potter home, where James and Lily lived, and at the same time, where Voldemort killed them.
And all this was because he was smart and changed the secret keeper.
After being acquitted, Sirius bought this place, but why he did this, Sirius couldn't tell clearly. Maybe he just wanted to keep a souvenir.
Sirius once thought that he would never come back here again, but when everyone was discussing the wedding venue last night, he accidentally revealed the address here. Even after he said it, he didn't realize that he had just spoken. What did you say.
Then the option of St. Catchpore village was ruled out.
Without any hesitation, Lupine set the location of his wedding at the place where James and Lily once lived. It was also at this time that Sirius came to his senses.
But now I wanted to take back what I said, but it was too late.
"You're fully prepared, aren't you?" Lupin patted Sirius, pulling him out of his memories.
"Yes, it's been done." Sirius said subconsciously: "The secret keeper of the Loyalty Curse is myself."
"We won't change it this time, right?" Lupine asked with a smile.
"Absolutely not!" Sirius said firmly, as if he was speaking to himself, but also to another non-existent person.
At the same time, Harry on the other side was also staring blankly at the beautiful house in front of him. Ron called him many times from the side, but he didn't respond.
"I didn't agree with the wedding venue being chosen here before." Mrs. Weasley sighed, "They didn't think about Harry's feelings at all."
"I think they chose this place because they thought of Harry." Mr. Weasley said next to him: "Harry is an adult. There are some things he always has to face and must face. He can't Keep running away."
"Why not? He has friends, he has us, and he is happy now. Why must he remember these bad memories?"
"Maybe... um..." Mr. Weasley was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to convince his wife.
Fortunately, Harry spoke in time and helped him out.
"It's okay, Mrs. Weasley." Something seemed to flash in his eyes, and his voice became choked.
"This is great, really great. I've always dreamed of coming here... and I've had this dream for sixteen years."
"Oh, dear." Mrs. Weasley stepped forward and hugged him hard.
"Okay, Molly." Kingsley came over and said, "Time is tight, the guests will be here soon, we have to clean up quickly."
"That's right, there are only two hours left." Mrs. Weasley let go of Harry, "This time is totally not enough. We really should have come a few hours in advance."
"We have to make sure the children get some rest, and we've just got off work," said Mr. Weasley.
"Okay, let's start quickly." He shouted.
Sirius immediately took out the key and opened the door.
Everyone walked in one after another, Harry stayed at the back and stepped onto the steps in front of the door with some anxiety.
"Come with me, you will like it here." Sirius held out his hand.
Harry took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became firmer, and he strode into the room.
There was a strong, musty smell in the room, but Harry didn't care at all.
After entering the door, he first saw a living room, which was larger than the one in the Burrow and smaller than the one in No. 12 Grimmauld Place, but it was equally warm.
In front of a light blue sofa is a very old TV set. Of course, it looks like this now, but more than ten years ago, this kind of TV might have been the latest model.
Next to the sofa is a cabinet with a broom inside.
"Nimbus 1500." Lu Ping came over and stretched out his hand to touch the glass window on the cabinet. "A very old model of broom, but it was the best at the time. James rode it to win the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor."
Harry's eyes lit up.
He knew his father also loved Quidditch, and there was a medal with his name engraved on it in the school's prize room.
He wanted very much to place a piece of his own, but never succeeded.
Since he entered school, the Quidditch champion has always been Hufflepuff, and it seems that the same was true for the class before he entered school. Not counting the time when the Triwizard Tournament was canceled, Hufflepuff has won six consecutive championships.
Harry shook his head, stopped thinking about this, and continued to look elsewhere.
Carpets, tables, chairs, electric lamps, fireplaces... He had never seen any of them before, but he felt very familiar in his heart, as if they had been hidden in his memory and were only brought out again today.
Not only Harry, but also everyone else was in a daze after entering, but fortunately some people quickly remembered the business.
"Hurry up!" Mr. Weasley clapped his hands, "Don't forget, the guests will arrive at seven o'clock."
His words also reminded everyone.
No one has lived in this house for more than ten years. Without the blessing of memories, there are suddenly more things to do.
First of all, the musty smell was unbearable, and then there was the dust, as if someone had dumped a whole bag of flour in the room.
It can be said that the situation here is worse than when they first went to No. 12 Grimmauld Place.
"Sirius!" Mrs. Weasley frowned, "Have you never cleaned this place since you bought it?"
Sirius said nothing.
That's for sure. He didn't even dare to go near Godric's Hollow, so how could he come here to clean up.
"It doesn't matter, as long as we act quickly, two hours should be enough." Mr. Weasley took out his wand and waved it lightly at the table in front of him.
"Whirlwind sweeps away."
The dust on the table was immediately picked up by a whirlwind and carried outside the house. At the same time, the wind also took away some of the smell in the room.
Others began to follow suit and used whirlwind spells to clean the room.
However, everyone tacitly agreed not to touch the portrait of three people on the wall, but left it to Harry.
There was a couple on it, James and Lily, and they were holding a newborn baby, but at this time, the baby didn't have the ugly scar on its forehead.
"Hide your face." Mrs. Weasley walked around Harry consciously and handed two bottles of black stuff to Ron and Hermione.
They all knew what it was, Hu Meizi Killer, but they didn't expect that she would bring this thing over.
"This house has been empty for more than ten years, and this kind of pest has probably been overrun for a long time." Mrs. Weasley said, "Hurry up, Fred, George, if you continue to be idle, give me a reply Go home!”
"Okay mom, we're here to help..."
"As long as you don't chase us away."
"But we have to wait a little longer, just three minutes..."
"We have to show Harry something good."
Fred and George poked their heads out from upstairs with a grin. "Come up quickly, Harry. There's something you're definitely going to like."
Harry turned his eyes away from the portrait and walked up the stairs doubtfully.
Fred and George stood together, shoulders pressed against each other, and as Harry came up they moved apart at the same time, revealing a crib behind them.
"We guess this is something that belongs to you..."
"Unless you have a younger sister..."
"Or brother..."
"Or my sister..."
"But it's better not to be a younger brother."
"Just look at Ron, he really doesn't let us worry."
Fred and George were talking with smiles. If it were normal times, Harry might have laughed a little, but now he couldn't hear a word and just walked over subconsciously.
The crib had been cleaned in advance, and it was covered with a blue velvet cushion of the same style as the sofa. Above it, there was a wind chime decorated with strings of shells.
Harry stared blankly, reaching out to touch it from time to time.
As for Fred and George, they had left quietly. They returned to the first floor and found Kyle who was flipping something in front of the curtain.
"What are you looking for?"
"Hu Meizi," Kyle said, "Xiu Xiu likes this thing. I'm going to collect some for it as snacks."
"So, as long as there are a dozen or so Nifflers, we don't have to clean them?" George asked with a smile.
"They can't eat so much." Kyle said without turning his head, and put the two vixens into a special box.
Fortunately, this place is much smaller than Blake's old house. Everyone worked together for more than an hour and finally cleaned the room.
But looking at the brand new room, Sirius and Lupine were stunned again and fell into memories again.
"Sirius!"
At this moment, Harry rushed downstairs in a rage.
"Can I live here after graduation?" He asked expectantly, holding a shell wind chime in his hand.
Harry originally thought that Sirius would definitely agree, but unexpectedly he shook his head decisively.
"No, Harry."
"Why!" Harry was stunned for a moment, and then shouted loudly: "This is my parents' house, why can't I live here."
"It was, but he's mine now," Sirius said. "I got the magical contract here."
"I'm willing to spend money to buy it back." Harry said, "I have money, you can go to my vault and take whatever you want."
"Sorry," Sirius said stiffly, "I can give you anything, whether it's my vault or No. 12 Grimmauld Place, but not this."
"I……"
"Listen to me, Harry."
Harry wanted to say something else, but Sirius put his hand on his shoulder, interrupting his next words.
"You have your own life, a new life...this is the memory that belongs to us." Sirius took a deep breath, "I beg you, leave it to me, okay?"