"Let's go in." Harry whispered to Hermione, and they walked into Sirius' rental house together.

But there are already people in the room.

Harry stared at the unshaven stranger in front of him, who was wearing a messy ginger hair, which looked like Crook Hill had rolled a few times in the mud. He leaned against the sofa with a short swaggering legs lazily on the table, as if he was asleep.

"Who are you!" Harry and Hermione pulled out their wand at the same time.

Mount Crucker lies on the ground and makes a threatening cry.

The man in a tattered coat was awakened. He turned over and sat up, looked up and saw a magic wand with sparks pressing against his neck. He raised his hand obediently to surrender.

"My name is Montongus Flech, and I am entrusted by Dumbledore to protect you," said the fat man.

"You lie," Hermione said sharply, "How could Dumbledore send you, you-"

Montongus looked at her with grievance. "What's wrong with me? I'm working for Dumbledore and Hepp at the same time, and joined the Order of the Phoenix more than ten years ago..."

"But why are you here? This is the house rented by Sirius." Harry asked, continuing to point at the man with his wand.

"He asked me to come, he can't walk now." Montongus leaned back carefully.

"So you're here to inform me to leave early?" Harry's eyes widened, "but you did nothing, but instead slept here." He said irritated, just because the information was not up to par, he almost misunderstood Hermione.

Montongus pointed to his loose and congested eyes, "Look at me, I just finished a big thing, and I couldn't even open my eyes. I came early, thinking about sleeping for a while... I didn't expect you to find it yourself."

"Are you busy with the Order of the Phoenix before?"

"Absolutely," Montongus said vaguely.

"But weren't you ordered to protect Harry?"

"Ahem, there is a temporary task..."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and no matter how they looked, they thought this guy was suspicious and his eyes were sneaky.

"Since you were sent to inform Harry, then you, well, should know where we are going?" Hermione asked.

"I can't tell the specific address, at least not now, I have to wait until-" Montongus said, and he waved his hand, "Wait, don't be impulsive, it's the old house in Black!"

Harry and Hermione put down their wands.

"How do you leave here?"

"Through that," Montongus pointed to the fireplace, "Flying Net."

"Where is the time?"

"At seven o'clock, I have to wait for another person, he has a note in his hand." Montongus muttered, "Don't ask me, I don't know who it is."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and they almost guessed who it was.

"What is the note you just mentioned?"

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Harry and Hermione believed him temporarily, but necessary cross-examination is still necessary.

"You are very familiar with Sirius?" Harry asked.

"Of course, I often borrow the fireplace here, safe and hidden! It's not regulated by the Ministry of Magic!" said Montongus.

“Not regulated?”

"Yes, I guess the Black family must have paid a considerable price to get this technology back then. Think about it, if I mastered it, I could set up secret strongholds all over the world. How convenient would it be! It could also perfectly avoid the Ministry of Magic of various countries!" Montongus said proudly, praising his grand plan.

Unfortunately, the plan was stuck on the first step.

"Mr. Flech—"

"Just call me Montongus, little girl, I'm not a noble person." Montongus said, scratching his bearded chin.

"Okay," Hermione's voice paused, "I heard that connecting to a private fireplace requires permission from the owner - and wizards are not allowed to connect the Muggle fireplace to Floor Network unless there is a legitimate reason..."

Montongus waved his hand.

"Rules are dead. You know what I mean." He squeezed his eyes at Hermione, looking tacitly funny. "Do you dare say that Sirius' ancestors have never set up Floor Network privately? And the Ministry of Magic - Hum, it just sounds nice..."

He began to turn his pockets everywhere, and finally took out a dirt-filled black pipe and stuffed it into his mouth, then he looked up at Harry and Hermione.

"Do you mind?"

"What? Oh, uh, of course not-"

"Thank you." He lit the pipe with his wand and took a deep breath. After a few seconds, he exhaled a large stream of green, smelly smoke. "Every hour, I have to take a few mouthfuls to refresh my mind-" Montongus said in the smoke, as if explaining to them.

Harry and Hermione shrank quietly to the other end of the sofa, far away from him.

"Do you want something to eat, Hermione?" Harry asked loudly.

"Since you said that..." Hermione glanced at the smoke that was constantly expanding outward and stood up decisively: "I'm really hungry."

They walked towards the kitchen.

"Take me one too, thank you-" Montongus shouted in the living room.

"Do you know how to cook?" Hermione asked in a low voice in the kitchen.

"I know a little bit, I've practiced at Dursley's house. Where are you?"

"I'll be a little bit too," Hermione said guiltily.

Harry's hand touched the refrigerator door, "Oh no," he said.

"how--"

The refrigerator door was opened, except for the top layer where two tomatoes were placed, which was empty inside. Harry reached out to fiddle with it, and the tomatoes showed a large piece of mold spots.

"I forgot that Sirius didn't eat much at home during this period," Harry said.

Hermione blinked, “Can you accept compressed cookies?”

"I suddenly didn't get hungry," Harry said hurriedly, "just finished the meal."

"So too," Hermione said with a narrowed eyes.

In the end, only Montongus ate the compressed cookies. Harry and Hermione had no appetite because the smell of stinky socks were everywhere in the house, so Harry had to open the window to ventilate.

At this time, he saw a familiar figure walking across the road.

"Professor?" he said overjoyed.

Felix looked at Harry in front of the window, nodded with a smile, and then was stimulated by the smell in the room.

"Sweep away the whirlwind."

The smoke and dust in the room were swept away by a whirlwind. Harry and Hermione were obviously relieved, and Hermione breathed happily.

"I arrived half an hour in advance and found that you were gone," Felix said to Harry and Hermione, "and then I was stuck with something and took some time to convince your family."

"You met the Dursleys?" Harry shouted.

More than that, Felix thought. He glanced at Hermione. Her parents were also quite persistent, as if they knew he was coming and stayed on the roadside in advance to block him.

"See," Felix said briefly, "Your cousin had something wrong, and he kept squeaking when he saw me, and your uncle almost rushed up to hit me..."

Harry looked at him inexplicably.

"... Later I found out that it was your cousin who stole the Duke of Honey and had nothing to do with me."

Felix looked at the clock hanging on the wall, "It's almost done." He pulled out a note from his pocket and handed it to Harry, "You two read it and remember this address, and you won't need it in the future."

Harry and Hermione took it, and the note read "No. 12 Grimo Square". The two remembered it several times, and then the note turned into ashes.

"Professor, are you the secret person in Black's old house?"

"I'm not," Felix said without detailing it, "Dumbledore is, and the note he provided."

At about seven o'clock, a turquoise flame rose in the fireplace.

"As agreed, we have about two minutes to hurry up." Felix pushed Harry to the fireplace and urged: "If you have any questions, come over there."

He put all his luggage in a ring.

Harry held Hedwig, stood in the flames, shouting "No. 12 Grimore Square", his figure swirled and disappeared, followed by Hermione, Montongus, and Felix, who were holding Crook Hill, finally stood in the fireplace.

"Master Harry." said a low and hoarse voice.

Harry was startled, his glasses were blocked by thick dust, and he vaguely saw a thin figure.

"Clicche?" he asked tentatively.

"It's Kliche!" said the old house elf happily, taking out a feather duster from behind and jumping to help Harry clean up the dust on his body.

"Oh, thank you-thank you, no need, I can do it myself-"

Harry said he saw a small square object waving in front of his eyes, and he took off his glasses and wiped them on his clothes.

At this time, Hermione, Montongus and Felix also came.

After wiping his glasses, Harry stared at the green thing just now - a locket hanging on Kliche's chest.

"Siris gave you this?" Harry asked in surprise. This thing was a relic of Regulus, a forged Horcrux. He thought Sirius would put it away and no one would show it.

"The master is generous and he allows me to keep this thing," said Clicche.

At this time, a man rushed out of the living room.

"Remus," Felix greeted, "I didn't expect to meet again so soon. Are your mission completed?"

"Yes." Lupin said with a strange attitude.

"I'll go change my clothes and stay in the study for a while. You can answer their questions." Felix said.

Lupin nodded: "Leave it to me."

"I'll go to sleep for a while, and call me when I'm having a meal," Montongus said, yawning toward the living room sofa.

"The professor has also joined the Order of the Phoenix?" Harry asked with interest as he stared at Felix's back disappearing into the stairs.
Chapter completed!