Chapter 492

Harry got up and looked around, and they came to the gloomy basement kitchen at 12 Grimmauld Place. The only sources of light were a fire and a flickering candle that illuminated the remnants of the cold supper. Kreacher vanished into the antechamber doorway, tugging at the loincloth and looking back at them maliciously.

"Filthy and shitty little cubs have come again to defile my mistress's house...... They're like—"

"Shut up! Kreacher!" Sirius scurried toward them, looking anxious.

"What's wrong, what's going on?" he reached out and pulled Ginny up closest to him, "That great-great-grandfather of mine said Arthur was badly injured—"

"Ask Harry. Fred said.

"Yes, I want to hear about Xin too. George said.

The twins and Ginny were staring at him, and Kreacher's footsteps stopped on the stairs outside.

"Yes—" Harry began, more embarrassing than telling Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, "I see—I had a dream." "

He told everything he saw, but with slight alterations, as if he was on the side seeing a large snake attacking, rather than directly through the snake's eyes. Ron, still pale, glanced at him, but didn't dismantle him. After Harry finished speaking, Fred, George, and Ginny stared at him for a few more moments.

"Is Mommy here?" Fred asked, turning to Sirius.

"Not yet," Sirius shook her head, "but I think Dumbledore has informed her, or she already knows about it—the clock ...... your house"

"We're going to St. Mungo's Hospital," Ginny said anxiously, looking at her brothers, who were of course still in their pajamas, "Sirius, can you lend us some cloaks or something?"

"Wait, you can't rush to St. Mungo!" Sirius said.

"Of course we can go. Fred said stiffly, "He's our dad!"

"How do you explain that you knew Arthur was injured before the hospital informed the family?"

"What does that matter?" said George fiercely.

"Of course it does!" Sirius raised his voice, but he stopped the second half of the sentence, "Arthur, he's ......"

"Where is it?" said Harry, looking up at his godfather.

"Listen...... Sirius's head was bigger, and he missed Molly a little at this time, as long as she stared, these children must be honest.

"Arthur had an accident while on a mission with the Order of the Phoenix, and that kind of thing couldn't be hidden from the Death Eaters. It would be very doubtful that you were to be in St. Mungo's very short time after his accident. "

"We don't care!" Fred cried.

"Our father is dying!" exclaimed George.

"Your father knows what he is, and he won't thank you for messing with the Order of the Phoenix!" Sirius was also on fire, "That's it—that's why you're not members of the Order of the Phoenix—you don't understand, there are things worth dying for!"

"You're saying it easy, but I don't see you in any danger!" Fred didn't seem to be as shrewd as he used to be.

Listening to Fred's words, Sirius seemed to want to punch him for a moment, but in the end he endured it.

"That's because of what we're doing—dangerous things that you kids won't know!" Sirius looked increasingly annoyed.

"Arthur was injured today, and to be honest, as the Order of the Phoenix, we have been mentally prepared for a long time. "

Sirius still has no experience in dealing with children, and when he encounters a child who is messing around, he can't be reasonable, so he should stare at him and raise his voice, and let them be honest before anything else.

"You have no idea how dangerous what we usually do. Sirius was still trying to reason with these restless children.

"I know it's hard, but let's all pretend we don't know yet, don't be impatient, and at least wait until we hear from your mother, okay?"

A flash of fire saved the scene from spiraling out of control - it was news from Dumbledore. After reading it, Sirius threw the note into the fire.

"What's the news?"

"Can we go see Daddy?"

The Weasleys children began to quarrel again.

"Dumbledore said that your mother has been informed that she is now on her way to St. Mungo. Sirius's words silenced them, "And, soon, there's going to be a—"

"Knock knock—" The knock rang from the doorway, through the hallway, through the stairwell, and around the corner to the kitchen.

"—guest......" Sirius opened his mouth, swallowed the rest of the words, and turned to go out to open the door.

"Go up, don't stay in the kitchen, I'll find you some suitable clothes later. "

Sirius opened the door and looked at the ...... in front of him with a complicated expression Student. Finally welcomed Solim in, Sirius was very grateful to Solim, Dumbledore had already told him what was in the cave, and his brother who he thought was hopeless turned out to be an unsung hero - although his body had not been found, Sirius had already decided that it was Regulus after seeing the signature of R.A.B. If it weren't for Solim, his brother wouldn't know how long he would have been in the water.

"Any news on this?" Sirius led Solim inside, cautioning him, "Be gentle, or a bad old woman will start making noise again." "

Solim understood that Sirius was talking about his mother, Volburga. Blake, Borlocks. Blake and Irma. Crabbe's eldest daughter.

Walburga's surname was not Black because of her husband's last name, but because she was originally named Black - yes, Sirius and his brother Regulus were inbred and thankfully they didn't have any bad problems.

Solim had always believed that some of the paranoid or irascible members of the pure-blood family were more or less related to the marriage of close relatives, and Sirius had a grandmother of Irma. Crabbe, the Crabbe family is best known for their family's internal tradition of intermarriage, and their grandmother apparently passed on her irritability and paranoia to the next generation.

"Dumbledore will take care of some things first, and the three of us will leave after Harry and the others go to St. Mungo. Solim looked down the corridor through the faint light coming from the room, and I have to say that the house in Blake's house was definitely not planned when it was built, and as soon as you entered, there was a narrow aisle, and on both sides of the aisle were stacked all kinds of bottles and cans—umbrella stands made of trolls' feet, and shoe-wearing stools made of fire crab shells...... And worst of all - a crumpled carpet where Solim almost tripped over.

If this poor layout doesn't really have a hole in the brain, or some other purpose, it's what secrets are hidden by the walls on both sides.

"Dumbledore asked you to come here just to wait for him to get things done?" Sirius was a little puzzled, Solim was not from the Order of the Phoenix, and although they had discussed his motives several times internally, one thing they all acknowledged was that everything Solim did was beneficial to the Order of the Phoenix.

"Of course," Solim said, "but I think Dumbledore sent me to your secret stronghold more because he wanted me to be a babysitter for them. "

With that, Solim pointed to the group of people in the room who were looking at him stupidly.