"To be honest, I really don't understand what collection value these things have."

Ron fiddled with a dusty box that contained a Medal of Merlin, First Class, and muttered softly.

He and Harry and Hermione were in front of the glass case by the fireplace in the living room on the second floor of 12 Grimmauld Place.

Tomorrow is the start of school, so they are still not sleepy at night, and they are boringly messing with things at Sirius's house.

By now, they all knew that this temporary headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix was actually the ancestral home of the Black family.

It's just that now, apart from Bella, who married into the Lestrange family, the Black family now has only one male member, Sirius. Such a five-story building has become the man who had been with him as early as when he was in school. Family breakup, betrayer's private property.

"This medal is really worthless. Sirius said that it was awarded to him by the Ministry of Magic as a reward to his grandfather, just because he donated a large amount of gold."

Harry recalled looking at the old medal.

Hermione wrinkled her nose.

This time Zhang Si. "Even a hundred such first-class medals are not as good as the one Professor Forrest won this summer."

"Of course," said Ron, too, and he took out a tweezer-like instrument with many legs from the glass case.

Strong sacrifice read sacrifice. This spider-like thing is alive, and when Harry and the others first explored the glass case, this thing tried to bite Harry, and was shot dead by Sirius with a book.

Ron threw the fake spider aside in disgust, while Harry picked up an unknown locket.

There is a faint relief of a snake on the locket, but there is no way to open it anyway.

"Maybe this thing is an antique." Ron looked at the locket in Harry's hand and scrutinized. "It may be a Black family heirloom or something."

"How could a family heirloom be thrown in this place casually."

Harry said, and wanted to throw the locket back to its original position, but he suddenly stopped the movement of his hand, and after thinking about it, he still put it in his pocket.

"Anyway, it can be used as a souvenir. When I go to school tomorrow, I will ask Sirius if I can take it with me."

Ron had no interest in the locket, which looked nothing like tattered, and pointed to the Order of the First Class that belonged to Sirius' grandfather.

"If it's a souvenir, it's better to take this."

While they were chatting, a sharp voice suddenly sounded beside them.

"Everything here belongs to the Blacks! You guys are stealing!"

The speaker is Kreacher, the Black house elf, who is deeply poisoned by the pure blood concept of Sirius' mother.

He was very old, disliked and hated Muggles, and hated his current only titular master, Sirius.

Naturally, they would not be so friendly towards Harry and the others who now live in 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Hey, don't be so rude, Kreacher, Harry is Sirius' godson, and Sirius doesn't even care about this shit," Ron muttered.

But Kreacher didn't stop there, he still stared at Harry tightly, and kept saying things like "shameful thief, despicable robber".

Harry didn't care about it either, because it wasn't a day or two that the house-elf couldn't get used to him because of Sirius.

At this time, Mrs. Weasley seemed to hear the movement and walked down from the upstairs bedroom.

"It's late, you really should go to bed, kids, and get up early to catch the train tomorrow morning."

Driven by Mrs. Weasley, they could only end the treasure hunt in the living room and returned to their respective bedrooms.

Even after Harry and the others left, Kreacher didn't leave. He squatted in front of the glass case, straightening all the messed up things that Ron had turned over, and kept talking.

"...Kreacher can't stop them, Master Regulus, Kreacher can't stop them..."

This is how the last night of August passed.

The next morning, Mrs. Weasley woke all the children who lived here on time, urged them to get up and have breakfast, and then they would be taken to Kings Cross Station to take the Hogwarts Express together.

Of course, Sirius did not refuse Harry to take the locket away as a souvenir at breakfast, and even suggested to him that this junk was too cheap. It seemed that he still had a commemorative coin made of pure gold in his room. It is also appropriate to keep things as souvenirs.

Harry quickly refused. He wanted to bring this locket not only because he wanted to keep something as a souvenir, but when he got the locket, he felt inexplicably attracted to it.

Harry's life is not very comfortable these days. He dreams a lot more often than before. Although every time he wakes up, he doesn't remember much of the things in his dreams. But it still affects him. the state of his life.

When putting them on the train, Mrs. Weasley also warned Harry about this.

"If you still have those dreams at Hogwarts, you must go to Dumbledore or Sherlock, they will help you find a way to teach you what to do."

"I will, Mrs Weasley."

Harry finally reassured Mrs Weasley by waving at the train door.

The whole day's journey made Harry and the others' excitement to return to Hogwarts from the beginning turned to boring.

Every year, until dark, the Hogwarts Express finally arrives at its destination.

In the night wind, Hagrid, who was wearing a coat, shouted for the first-year students to gather around him, while Harry and the other senior students entered the castle first in the Thestral's carriage.

There was no change at Hogwarts from two months ago. The auditorium was beautifully decorated by Professor Flitwick, and the three of them sat on the long table in Gryffindor.

"Did you see Malfoy when you got off the train? He's not as arrogant as he used to be. I heard from Dad that his house was searched by the Aurors a few days ago. Scrimgeek and Fudge It's different, he doesn't trust these people at all."

No sooner had he sat down at the table than Ron laughed at what had happened to the Malfoys.

Harry, who had never dealt with Draco, naturally listened with gusto, but Hermione on the side frowned and looked at the professor's long table on the high platform.

Make a big tyrant. There were two clear spaces in the middle of the long table.

"Why didn't Professor Dumbledore and Professor Forrest come back?"

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