Chapter 421: Sirius and Harry's Home

John chose the mainstream courses this time in sixth grade.

Magic Spell, Magic Potion, herbs, Transfiguration, Dark Magic Defense Art, and Ancient Runic.

To be honest, apart from Ancient Runic, the other courses are just for life experience.

In class he usually sits in the back row, and, without disturbing others, reads extracurricular books, learning some unconventional magic knowledge.

Only when a professor occasionally needs a student to demonstrate correctly or share experience does he get called up.

Ah, except for Professor Snape's Dark Magic Defense Art.

He basically gets called each class to be a demonstration target, unable to retaliate.

Since Old Bat learned of John's special constitution, he has been treating John less like a person, doing everything to the extreme.

As for Titus and the others, apart from Ancient Runic, the other courses are similar to John's; Titus and Ryan have an extra protective magical creature, and Ethan has an extra Divination class.

So most of the time they still attend classes together.

Nothing major has happened at school during this period; everything proceeds in order.

The story of Harry Potter ended last year.

John sometimes wonders what the days after the story's end are like.

Now he knows.

No prophecy, no Dark Lord, no burdened destiny, only day‑after‑day classes, homework, and unfinished youth with occasional worries.

Honestly, there's a bit of withdrawal.

Previously, something big would happen almost every year; now that it suddenly quieted down, it's a bit unfamiliar.

Of course, this is the peace he wants.

"Hermione, I'm back."

Evening.

John Apparated straight home.

The living‑room light was still on, and Hermione was curled up on the sofa reading a historical case analysis, which is study material from the Magical Law Enforcement Agency for interns.

"Welcome back, have you eaten?"

Hermione looked up and smiled at him.

"I have, but I don't like today's dinner..." John flopped onto the sofa, resting his head on Hermione's thigh, while venting about the dinner.

"You're an adult and still picky."

Hermione, accustomed to John's coquetry, continued looking at the documents in her hand, while gently rubbing his hair with her other hand.

At that moment Kruk Mountain lazily jumped down from the cat tree and onto John's belly.

"Ah, Big Orange, you've gotten fat."

"Have you been staying home and not exercising lately?"

When Big Orange hopped up, John felt its heavy weight and couldn't help reaching to pat its belly.

Kruk Mountain let out an annoyed "meow," flicked its tail, yet didn't move away.

"Indeed, why not take it to school? That place would let it run free."

Hermione, who was on top, also nodded and then suggested.

Hearing Hermione's unhesitant "abandonment," Big Orange immediately looked up at its owner in a humanlike way.

Kruk Mountain: "Mom, you're not raising me anymore?"

"Fine, then I'll take Big Orange to school for training."

"In two years there won't be a chance."

John immediately agreed, lifted Big Orange, met its eyes, and said, "Did you hear? From now on you're with me."

Kruk Mountain let out an annoyed "meow," and lightly pawed John's face, as if protesting the arrangement.

"You keep pawing me, look at me howl!"

John opened his mouth, about to swallow Big Orange's head.

But before he could, Hermione immediately slapped his forehead disdainfully.

"After you bite, you can't kiss me later."

John fell silent, then looked at Big Orange and said, "... Big Orange, your owner thinks you're dirty."

"I think you're dirty!"

"But I got dirty because of Big Orange."

"Kruk Mountain isn't dirty."

"Then I'm not dirty either."

Kruk Mountain, looking forlorn, watched the two poop‑scooping owners argue, its tail flicking back and forth.

I'm exhausted; let's annihilate.

One weekend a month later.

"Wow, Sirius, you remember you still owe me a favor?"

"Then just use this building as payment."

John looked at the small building in front of him and said to the Sirius beside him.

Sirius: "... you really dare to ask."

Hermione couldn't help but smile.

They were invited today to visit Sirius and Harry's new home.

Yes, his and Harry's house.

Harry moved out from his aunt's house.

From Voldemort's death, or rather, from the moment of Voldemort's resurrection, he could have completely moved out.

But he still would go back once a year, calling that place home.

Even if the time there wasn't pleasant, it was still Harry's only blood relative in this world.

Not until after graduating seventh year did he formally say his final farewell to the Dursley family.

Then Sirius also began looking for a new house.

Previously, he had rented a residence on Nuzhen Road to be closer to Harry; now that Harry has moved out, it was natural to find a place that truly belonged to them.

In the end, he chose a building in the city center.

Yes, a building.

The Black Family's inheritance was enough for him to squander for several generations.

"Harry, Hermione, you're here; we've been waiting for you."

At that moment, Harry also stepped out of the main gate and waved at them.

"Harry, are you still missing a brother? I think I also need a godfather; buy me a building too."

John stepped forward, hooked his arm around Harry's shoulder, and said seriously.

"Uh... if you really like it, actually you could also move in together?" Harry was visibly stunned, thrown off by John's sudden "request", scratched his head and said.

"Then I'd rather not; living with Sirius, I still occasionally recall those unbearable memories..."

John again recalled that winter five years ago, when he felt the temperature of a Black Dog named Lychee in the Screaming Shack.

Thinking of that, he couldn't help but shiver.

Sirius:?

Can we not bring this up?

Clearly it was you who were careless, acting as if I were delighted.

At that moment, another voice sounded.

"I still remember the scene when John first saw Cirius's true face; he went dizzy in an instant."

The newcomer was Professor Lupin.

He was still wearing a robe that had been washed to the point of looking old, his hair a bit grizzled, but his smile was gentle.

"Professor Lupin!" Hermione greeted excitedly, "You came too?"

John wore a constipated expression.

"Come in quickly; I'll introduce you to a new member." Professor Lupin smiled and invited the two to hurry inside.

"New member?" Both were startled.

But they still followed Professor Lupin into the living room.

In the living room, several people were already seated.

They all greeted John and Hermione.

There were Mrs. Weasley and Ron.

There was also Bill, the elder brother of the Weasley family, and an old acquaintance, Furong Delacour, who had once taken part in the Triwizard Tournament.

Rumor has it the two are now dating, even reaching the stage of discussing marriage.

Of course, the final focus was Tonks, who was cradling a baby.