Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 239 The Feeling of the Zhang Family

Chapter 239 The Feeling of Going Home

That night, Belvina returned to Place Grimoire after a busy day.

Lately, Belvina hasn't been returning to the old house often; she usually stays in the Fertile Plain area.

The Place Grimoire was even more eerie at night, with the windowpanes gleaming dimly under the streetlights and the houses casting strange, eerie shadows.

Belvina stood on the stone steps in front of door number twelve, reached out her finger and poked the silver door knocker shaped like a coiled snake, and the dark wooden door immediately opened.

The row of old-fashioned gas lamps in the foyer lit up, illuminating the interior and exterior of the room and dispelling the darkness.

As soon as she entered the house, Belvina heard a commotion coming from the kitchen.

"Take it back! Did I tell you to keep playing your cards?!" It was Sirius Black's voice.

Then Lupin's voice rang out, shouting, "I thought you were something special, put it there!"

Belvina sighed and walked through the long hallway.

Before Mrs. Blake's portrait, the house-elf Kreacher is confiding in his mistress.

"Young Master Sirius, he's made a mess of the house again, bringing a werewolf home and tarnishing Black's honor—"

"Kreacher, poor old Kreacher—"

Belvina sighed again. Sirius and Kreacher's master-servant relationship had not improved, and now Lupin the werewolf had been added to the mix.

"Kreacher, I'm hungry," Belvina said. "Get me something to eat."

It was only then that the house-elf Kreacher noticed Belvina, and he immediately bowed deeply.

"Miss Belvina, we must stop Sirius Black! We can't let him defile the Black family's ancestral home any longer!"

"The house-elf Kreacher pleaded, even forgetting to add a prefix to Belvina's name."

"Remus is a kind man, he's very good to you, isn't he?" Belvina said, "much gentler than your Sirius."

House-elves are born to serve wizards, and almost no wizards care about their feelings, nor do they care themselves. But Lupin is different from those people. Perhaps because of his own circumstances, or perhaps because of his gentle nature, he treats Kreacher very well.

"Kreacher, I'm hungry," Belvina said again. "Hurry up and go."

The house-elf Kreacher dragged his feet and hurried down the stairs to the kitchen located underground.

Belvina followed behind, and with each step down the stairs, the sounds of Sirius and Lupin arguing grew clearer.

When Belvina walked into the kitchen, Sirius didn't even look up, and said, "You're back. Are you tired?"

Sirius Black, while giving Belvina a perfunctory reply, pulled out his Muggle deck of cards, slammed it onto the table, and shouted excitedly, "I won!"

Immediately, Lupin threw down his cards, stuck stickers on his face, and waved to Belvina.

"You're back. How are you?" Lu Ping said, his face covered in notes. His hair was still gray, but he looked energetic and less haggard.

Lupin raised his hands, brushed aside the note obscuring his vision, and continued, "You don't seem very happy. Are you unhappy working at the ministry?"

Hearing this, Sirius Black, who was shuffling the cards, looked up and leaned forward, asking, "Really? Someone in the Ministry of Magic dares to bully you? Tell me, who bullied you? I'll go get revenge for you!"

"Who would dare bully your sister? It's good enough if she doesn't bully others," Lu Pingye said dejectedly. "It must be a problem at work. Has Bagman messed up again?"

Just then, the house-elf came over carrying a pitcher of chilled orange juice.

Belvina took a sip of orange juice and then said, "I saw Karkarov at the ministry today, Igor Karkarov."

"That Death Eater?" Lupin was the first to react. "I haven't heard his name in many years."

"Karkaroff? Oh, it's him!" Sirius remembered too. "That guy picked all the options as soon as he entered Azkaban. He was almost scared to death by the Dementors."

Amidst the clanging and clattering sounds of cooking, Belvina spoke up, "Karkaroff is now the headmaster of Durmstrang, and he will represent Durmstrang at Hogwarts after the start of the school year."

Sirius Black stroked his chin and said, "I know Durmstrang is a proponent of dark magic, but I didn't expect them to appoint a Death Eater as headmaster. As for Karkaroff going to Hogwarts, I'm not worried at all."

Not long after being imprisoned in Azkaban, Karkaroff confessed to all his accomplices, a fact Sirius despised from the bottom of his heart.

Sirius Black thought that even if Karkaroff had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to cause trouble under Dumbledore's nose.

"From what you're saying, the Triwizard Tournament must be settled, otherwise Karkaroff wouldn't have gone to Hogwarts," Lupin said. "Do you think he might go to catch up with Severus?"

Lupin suddenly remembered Snape; the two of them had both been Death Eaters.

"If I were him, I definitely wouldn't have the face to go to Severus," Belvina said. "He betrayed Severus completely in the council meeting back then."

"I'd like to see if Snotty will take revenge on that coward Karkaroff," Sirius said maliciously. "I'd also like to see those guys who claim to be under the Imperius Curse use it as a way to show their loyalty."

Sirius clicked his tongue and continued, "I reckon the chances aren't great. Voldemort is probably hiding somewhere, so they're even less likely to show their faces."

Sirius Black also looked down on those Death Eater remnants who escaped punishment by using the Imperius Curse as an excuse, and despised their cowardly behavior.

"Kakarov probably thought his old cronies wouldn't dare do anything to him, which is why he dared to return to England," Lupin said. "Moreover,"

His area of ​​activity is either the Ministry of Magic or Hogwarts, so it's quite safe.

"If the Malfoys dare to come, I wouldn't mind leaving an opening for them," Belvina said jokingly. "Alright, let's not talk about these unpleasant things. You two went to visit the Dursleys on Privet Drive today, what were your thoughts?"

Instantly, Sirius and Lupin both sighed, their faces falling into long streaks.

"The Dursleys are no ordinary Muggles; in a way, they hate and despise all forms of magic," Lupin said. "Harry is very unpopular there."

"To make sense of Harry learning magic at Hogwarts, they actually said their nephew was a juvenile delinquent! And that he was studying at some kind of safe center!" Sirius let out a loud bark, like a large dog poised to pounce.

Belvina took the cutlery from the house-elf and asked, "And then, you taught the Dursleys a lesson they'd never forget?"

"Pretty much," Sirius scratched his head. "I told them I was the fugitive with thirteen lives on my hands from the news, and I wouldn't mind changing the number if they mistreated Harry again."

As Belvina cut the meat, she asked Lupin, "What about you? You're not going to scare them with the werewolf thing, are you?"

Lupin nodded and said, "That's right, I said I'm a werewolf, and I love eating chubby little guys. And then there's Harry's cousin—"

"Was his name Dali, or something like that? The kid got so scared he cried."

Although they were furious, Sirius and Lupin followed the rules and did not attack the Muggles, but only threatened them with words.

"You didn't see it, Belvina, how fat their son has become!" Sirius said disapprovingly. "That kid is almost as big as a baby elephant, while Harry is as skinny as a bean sprout."

Getting angrier the more he talked, Sirius opened a bottle of beer and started chugging it down.

Sirius Black downed half a bottle of beer in one gulp, then handed the rest to Lupin, who tilted his head back and drank the rest of the beer.

"I really want to bring Harry back, but he has to stay with the Dursleys." Sirius slammed his fist on the table. "Dumbledore said that Harry's protection will only work if he stays with the Dursleys."

Lupin fiddled with the empty bottle in his hand and said helplessly, "There's nothing we can do. The Dursleys are Harry's only living relative. If he wants to continue the magic Lily left behind, he has no choice but to continue living on Privet Drive."

Before summer vacation officially began, Dumbledore specifically sought out Sirius Black and Lupin to explain, to prevent the two idea geniuses from possessing him.

Belvina cut all the beef on her plate into small pieces and ate it bite by bite, quickly filling her stomach.

She said, "Harry can just go back to Privet Drive at night, and he can spend the day with you guys anyway, since neither of you has anything important to do."

"That's what we both think," Lupin said. "We're planning to take Harry to the Quidditch World Cup, and we've already bought the tickets."

Sirius Black pointed to his fingers and said, "England, Scotland, Wales—we've even bought tickets for Ireland. Everything's arranged."

Because Harry loves Quidditch, Sirius Black bought tickets for multiple World Cup matches in one go—that's the benefit of having a godfather with money.

"You're just spoiling him. What will you do when he goes astray? You'll be crying your eyes out." Belvina shook her head. "Instead of watching Quidditch, you should have him practice magic properly."

Sirius waved his hand confidently and said, "Absolutely impossible. Harry isn't the kind of child who doesn't know any better. He's just playful now. James was like that when he was in school too."

"There's no rush to have Harry practice magic. We can do that after we get him out of the Dursleys' house," Lupin said. "I'll keep an eye on Sirius and Harry; there won't be any problems."

As Lupin took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility, he picked up the playing cards and said, "Hurry up and eat, then we'll play cards together. I don't believe we can't beat Sirius."

"No, I absolutely won't play cards with Sirius." Belvina shook her head vigorously. "He's hiding his cards."

As soon as the words were spoken, the cavernous underground kitchen fell into a deathly silence.

"Sirius Black, I'm going to kill you today!"

"Belvina Black, you traitor, you've been a traitor since you were a child!"