To be honest, Amosta's evaluation was a bit harsh, because Sirius's exposure was indeed an accident. Who would have thought that because Filch was afraid of punishment, he asked Remus to convey that he had not found the Marauder's Map, thus letting everyone know that he had not found the Marauder's Map. Remus noticed something.
For a moment, Sirius did want to defend himself, but after a brief hesitation, he suppressed the impulse and unexpectedly nodded to Amosta.
"Anyway, Amosta, I have to thank you."
Saying this to a guy born in Slytherin was simply unimaginable to Sirius, but the experiences of the past twelve years and the pleasant memories of living with Remus again these days are indeed caused some changes in his thinking,
"You helped me get into Hogwarts...and your words really inspired me."
The sight of Sirius, who had been blowing his beard and glaring before without saying a word, made Amosta a little confused about how to react. Fortunately, Remus, who was watching this scene with a smile, stood up in time,
"In this moment worth celebrating, I think we should hold a general banquet. Oh... I haven't had a proper Christmas for many years, and this time I happened to be transformed again at Hogwarts."
Remus was in high spirits. He pointed at the mess on the kitchen table and said,
"We can prepare a sumptuous dinner for ourselves together!"
"pretty good idea--"
Sirius immediately became happy. He jumped down the last step and came to the kitchen table excitedly.
"But the thing is, Remus, neither of us seem to be very good at turning ingredients into edible food. Oh, well, maybe I can ask Kreacher to come down and help, and we'll just keep an eye on it, so it There’s no way to do it again!”
"Don't bother with that old house elf--"
The chandeliers on the dining table emitted soft light, making the large cold-toned kitchen feel warm. Looking at the two middle-aged men talking and laughing, Amosta also shook his head and smiled. At this moment, He really didn't want to care too much.
Amosta put his coat on the back of the chair, and the wand jumped from his rolled up sleeves to his hand. After waving lightly at the kitchen table, the washed potatoes on the plate automatically began to peel. After that, they They lined up neatly and sent themselves to the knife. There was a flash of cold light, and potato slices of even thickness flew into a brand new plate one after another.
The flames on the stove emitted green smoke every moment, and several pieces of steak flew into the iron plate. Amidst the sizzling sound, a faint fragrance filled the kitchen.
"Isn't that surprising, Amosta?"
Looking at the orderly kitchen, Remus said with surprise and admiration,
"I didn't expect you to be good at this?"
"Personal preference-" Amosta said lazily.
“I remember my dad had some whiskey from Scotland that he had in his room, and I went to look for it!”
For Sirius, such a warm scene was particularly rare. He burst out with great enthusiasm, hurriedly said a word, and ran upstairs with thumping steps.
This was a gathering of old friends that had been delayed for twelve years. A cheerful atmosphere filled the kitchen. During the entire dinner, no one mentioned anything related to Peter. Remus and Sirius shared some stories from their school days. Funny thing, of course, they always avoided anything to do with Snape.
Amosta also told some interesting stories about his time at Hogwarts. In addition, Sirius and Remus were both very interested in the secret room that caused great panic in the castle in the first half of the year, so he also talked with him. Two limited shared some.
"As expected of James' son--"
When Amosta talked about the night when Harry and Ron discovered the location of the Chamber of Secrets, and how they broke into the bathroom to save Ginny without the company of any professor, Sirius, who was already a little dazed, immediately praised him happily. , but then, his smile that lasted almost all night faded away, and he said melancholy,
"If it weren't for..., maybe I could invite Harry and his friends to this party."
"There will be a chance, Sirius-"
Remus said gently,
"I remember you were still Harry's godfather. Wait until the summer vacation... I believe everything will be over before then, and then you can invite Harry to come here to stay for a few days... Oh, there will be Quidditch during the summer vacation. Strange World Cup--"
"Good idea, Remus!"
Sirius smiled brightly, which almost restored him to the handsome and charming young man he was in his youth.
"We can go together then!"
"Gentlemen, before you look to the bright future--"
Amosta, who was a little tired from the journey, rubbed his brows and stood up.
"Can someone help me tidy up?"
"It's okay, Amosta--"
After drinking too much, Sirius became bolder. He directly put his hand on Amosta's shoulder and burped, saying,
"Kreacher can handle this completely-"
With that said, Sirius yelled at the ceiling, but unfortunately, after roaring several times, Kreacher still did not appear in the kitchen.
"Oh, what's going on!"
Sirius was about to go upstairs angrily, but was stopped by Remus.
"Obviously it was pretending not to hear, Sirius-"
"How dare a house elf resist his master's orders?"
Amosta also clicked his tongue and said in wonder.
"In fact, when we first entered the house, he didn't dare to blatantly ignore Sirius's instructions-"
Remus said helplessly,
"Then we started disturbing the house. You know, Amosta, there was just too much to deal with in this old house that might have been there for centuries, and Sirius advocated cleaning up the house. Some useless things were thrown away, which completely annoyed Kreacher,
He used various excuses to turn a blind eye to Sirius's orders and not show up in front of us. He would always hide the useless things he had cleared out and the valuable antiques in the house while we were not paying attention, just to Don't let Sirius throw them away. "
"I can bet--"
Sirius pointed to the cupboard a few steps away and said with a sneer,
"That's where Kreacher usually sleeps. There must be a lot of things hidden inside that can show the glory of the 'Noble Black Family' but may actually be worthless."
"Oh, that's not going to work-"
Amosta frowned.
"Neither you nor Kreacher can secretly collect or throw away things in this house without my permission-"
Sirius' face froze, and then he remembered that the current ownership of this house was in the hands of Amosta.
"Those are worthless rubbish, Amosta," Sirius emphasized unhappily, "of no value!"
"Whether it's valuable or not is not up to you, Sirius."
Amosta hooked his fingers at the cupboard. After a click, the cupboard door opened, and a lot of stuff that smelled like chicken and dog bits flew out of it. The first one was a pair of stained pants. .
"Those are my father's pants. Kreacher should use them to commemorate my father--"
Seemingly thinking that these pants could prove what he just said, Sirius said happily, "I told you, Amosta, they are all useless things-"
"That's not necessarily the case, Sirius—"
Amosta squatted down and looked at the pile of fragments on the ground by the soft candlelight. He controlled a silver snuff box to fly in front of him, and looked at the inscription on it with great interest for a long time.
"This is a masterpiece of goblins. In the eighteenth century, it would be worth about three hundred galleons in the underground world. Oh, you dare to say that this thing is garbage. I think your mother's evaluation of you is right to a certain extent. ,spendthrift..."
Sirius was speechless, but Remus smiled cheerfully and said
"Amosta is an expert on this, Sirius."
As he spoke, Remus, who had also been in the underground world, also became interested. He said to a silver tweezer with five claws that was trying to break out everywhere,
"This was probably secretly hidden by Kreacher. This kind of thing looks like a masterpiece from a wizard, and it's also very valuable. Hmm - I think it's worth at least five hundred gold coins..."
Sirius's face turned even darker, because Remus' statement almost confirmed that he was a prodigal son.
Kreacher had hidden quite a lot of valuable items. As if they were competing in knowledge, Amosta and Remus squatted down and talked to each other, appraising the precious collections of the Black family. Although Sirius, who had been exposed to it since childhood, knew the origin of these things, he could not judge their 'market price'.
"This music box--"
Remus' blurred eyes regained vigilance, and he picked it up carefully.
"We'd better be careful, the music it emits should be able to hypnotize people, okay, I'll give you a price of eight hundred gold galleons--"
"It's my turn!"
Amosta picked up a gold chain with great interest. On the chain was a locket made of the same gold.
"I can give this...give..."
On the candlestick on the dining table, a candle finally reached the end of its life, and this made the kitchen suddenly darker.
Amosta stared at the locket. Gradually, the confusion in his eyes disappeared. The flush on his face due to drinking also disappeared rapidly. His lavender eyes became extremely deep without knowing when. ŴŴŴ.
"I can give this..."
Inexplicably, the corners of Amosta's mouth turned up, and the smile revealed an evil spirit.
"Eight thousand..."
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