Chapter 154 That belongs to the goblin!!

Along the way, they discussed what spell to cast on the motorcycle.

Until landing in Godric.

Harry was finally sure of one thing. His godfather only used his body to remember things.

Sirius grinned and changed his words all over the place. He even thought that, if possible, he could install a wand on the motorcycle so that it could continuously recite curses such as breaking the body into pieces and causing thunderbolt explosions.

It doesn’t really help you much on how to get a flying motorcycle of your own.

Potter's old house.

The weeds in the yard were hoeed away, and the dilapidated courtyard wall was repaired. The patched piece was even carefully aged, as if the explosion thirteen years ago had never happened.

The door is opened.

There are lights on inside.

Harry's nose twitched slightly, and there was the smell of cream soup, fish and chips that didn't taste very good, wafting from the house.

Sirius pushed the motorcycle to the yard and stopped, and walked in with Harry.

Someone at home.

Lupine waved his wand to add heat to the food on the table so that it wouldn't go cold.

"Aha, I thought you wouldn't come back tonight." Lu Ping nodded, his tone and face very cold.

"There are some unexpected little troubles." Sirius stretched out his right hand and made a small gap with his index finger and thumb. "It delayed a little time."

Lupine said "hmm" and nodded slowly.

Sirius put down his helmet: "I forgot how to arrange Hagrid. I had to send him to the Leaky Cauldron first, then turn around and go home with Harry."

"This is indeed something you can do." Lu Ping said relieved, "Let's have some midnight snacks."

Harry walked to the table and sat down, picked up a fried potato, bit it into pieces, rubbed the powdery object with his teeth, and swallowed them hard with a movement of his throat: "Uncle Remus, you don't live alone for a long time.

Year?"

Lupine sat down and nodded: "What's wrong?"

"Why your craftsmanship?" Harry frowned, unable to find a suitable adjective for a moment.

Lu Ping's face stiffened.

Sirius picked up a piece of French fries, swallowed it with difficulty, and nodded: "It's far from what Mrs. Dursley did."

"Auntie's cooking is very good." Harry picked up another fries and ate it.

Lupine cursed.

He has lived alone for many years, but he has always been wandering. He has no fixed residence or even a fixed source of income. Eating is very casual. If you meet friends, you can have a meal or two. If you don't meet them, it's a big deal.

Just hungry for one day.

Cook?

He really doesn't have much experience.

I finally made a meal, but these two people still disliked it.

Do you have the ability to do it yourself?

Sirius held up a hard French fries and used it as a sword, inviting Lupine to a duel.

Harry ate quietly.

It's just a bit unpalatable, maybe the wrong mushrooms were used, and it's slightly poisonous, but that doesn't matter, Uncle Remus's wishes should still be accepted.

Frémont hung on the wall, looking at them with tender eyes and nostalgia.

The young Euphemia hugged Fleamont's arm with a kind face.

After more than ten years, the old Porter house finally became a home again.

They were noisy and Lupine and Sirius didn't go to bed until after eleven o'clock at night.

Wait for the next day.

Lupine struggled to get up from the bed. As soon as he walked out of the bedroom door, he heard a commotion in the kitchen, which made him feel a little bit in his heart - he was just a bit poor at craftsmanship, but if Sirius was tossing around in the kitchen, he could finally fix it.

My home will probably need to be rebuilt.

He quickened his pace.

Wait until the kitchen.

The person standing inside was not Sirius, but Harry, waving his wand skillfully, the frying pan was shaking, sausages and fried eggs were sizzling, trembling with the oil, exuding an alluring aroma, and bread was on the other side.

In the frying pan, it was fried until golden brown on both sides.

Harry turned around, which did not disrupt his rhythm: "Good morning, Uncle Remus."

"Good morning." Lu Ping greeted blankly.

"You were so hurried just now, did you think the godfather was in the kitchen?" Harry waved his wand, and the perfectly fried omelette flew out and fell on one of the pieces of bread. Then the sausage was cut into thin slices and fell in an orderly manner.

With a tomato, a slice of onion, and a little mayonnaise, a simple sandwich is ready and flies onto the plate.

"After all, he is the godfather." Lupine nodded, a little surprised, "I didn't expect that you could cast food magic so well."

"It's in Gryffindor's notes," Harry replied simply.

Lupine was stunned again.

Wait a moment

Where did you learn it?

Gryffindor's notes?

Is there such a thing recorded there?

"Don't worry, it's impossible for the godfather to attack the kitchen." Harry continued to prepare milk and coffee, "He can't get up so early."

Lupine waved his magic wand, and the plate flew up, holding the food, and landed on the dining table outside: "I thought he would become more reliable."

"Everyone has their own way." Harry smiled slightly, "His way is not bad, and I am not a baby who needs meticulous care."

"Maybe he should call you godfather." Lu Ping couldn't hold back and spat out these words.

Harry waved his wand.

With a sound——

Sirius was taken out of his bedroom. He seemed to have become accustomed to sleeping as a dog in the past month. He was carried by a collar and was dazed. Before he could react, he was thrown on the sofa in the living room.

"Cleaned up."

Harry poked the dog's head a little more.

Sirius shook his head, changed back to his human form, stood up, and stretched lazily: "Isn't it Remus who made breakfast again?"

Lu Ping was dumbfounded: "Is this how you spent your summer vacation?"

"He and Dudley would always play games until late at night." Harry said expressionlessly as he walked to the table and sat down. "It's useless to yell at him to get up angrily. You have to use some tricks."

Lu Ping's eyes were deep.

Sirius was still asking: "Did Remus make breakfast?"

"It's me." Harry waved his wand and dragged Sirius to sit down by his clothes, "Hurry up and eat, there are still a lot of things to do today."

Lupine also sat down.

Sirius took a bite of the sandwich and then asked: "Today, what else is going on today?"

As he said this, he suddenly realized and patted his thigh: "Yes, I have to choose a motorcycle."

"There's no rush." ​​Harry shook his head, "I need to repair my armor first, and also visit Professor Flitwick. Did you tell him that you want to study during the holidays?"

Sirius was startled and squeezed his sandwich: "I just got home."

"But we have already had a month off." Harry said expressionlessly, "There is still one month until school starts, oh, maybe less than one month."

"There is also the Quidditch World Cup before school starts, which means we only have three weeks."

"Dear godfather, if we don't hurry up in three weeks, we won't learn anything."

Sirius stared at the sandwich he had just taken a bite of. He was obviously hungry, but suddenly he couldn't eat it: "Maybe we can rest for another day before going home?"

Harry said nothing, just stared at him.

Sirius sighed: "Okay, you're right."

After breakfast, Sirius went out with Harry, while Lupine stayed behind to clean up. Later he had to go to work in Diagon Alley - the Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop, which officially opened a few days ago, but the facade is not the same.

It's big, I only rented a small room.

As soon as July is over, the school season will begin. That is the best time for the Joke Workshop to make a name for itself. Lupine must hurry up and arrange everything before then.

They walked through the valley to the cemetery and to the abandoned hut.
To be continued...