At 10:30 in the morning, Sirius took Harry to Kings Cross Station in a taxi.

Seeing Sirius glance at the timer skillfully, then took out the banknote to pay, Harry was quite surprised. "I have lived in the Muggle Society for a year." Sirius said, and the two walked into the station with their luggage and laughing. Then Harry felt several gazes from different directions. He immediately became alert and grabbed the wand in his pocket.

"Is it an Auror?" he asked in a low voice.

This time it was Sirius' turn to be surprised. "You discovered it? Oh, not only Aurors, but also some Muggle guards. They were the first members of the joint law enforcement department, although this department does not even have a name at the moment..." he muttered, "How did you find it?"

"The teacher taught in class," Harry said, feeling a complex feeling in his heart because the knowledge came from Grindelwald.

The station was coming and going, and they didn't stay too long, quickly passing through the partition wall between platforms 9 and 10, and the next second a crimson train came into view. Harry stopped. He could usually board the train directly, but today there was a big bearded Auror here.

"Name?" The bearded Auror stopped them and looked down at the thick list.

"Harry Potter," said Harry, while curiously looking at the list in Auror's hand. Because the handwriting was upside down, he struggled to see it, but he could easily capture a simple fact that only two-thirds of the page of parchment were checked.

Harry looked up at the time and it was obviously not normal at 10:49.

The bearded Auror muttered the words, "Harry Potter, P-shaped... Oh my God!" He seemed to have reacted and raised his head and stared at Harry tightly.

"Brian, the train is about to go." Sirius said to remind Auror.

The bearded Auror's eyes moved to Sirius and his expression relaxed, "Blake? Yes, Harry Potter is your godson." He hooked the parchment, "It's OK."

"Are there still many people not coming?" Harry took the opportunity to ask.

"Yes, some students went to school through the fireplace," said Auror, the bearded chin lit up in the direction they came, muttering: "New move, ha? There are always people who have doubts..."

"Let's go, Harry." Sirius said.

Harry followed a distance and looked at his godfather, "Why didn't I know this?"

"Why, you want to go to school through the fireplace? That's not OK. You are the president of the boys' student union," Sirius smiled at him, and then showed a thoughtful expression. Harry bet Sirius would never have thought that one day these words would come out of his mouth, "—Be a leader."

"Like my dad?" Harry said muffled, pulling out the badge of the boys' student union president from his pocket.

"You can also choose to be like your mother, she does a good job." Sirius grinned. "Actually, James did not do badly. We all say that Lily changed him, but part of it is the reason for the 'student leader'."

These words comforted Harry, and he put on his badge. At this moment, Hermione's cry came from behind. Harry turned his head and saw her trotting over, following Crook Hill. She stopped in front of Harry panting: "Lucky, fortunately--not late."

"Traffic jam?" Harry guessed, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of the reason why Hermione was almost late.

"Oh, no," Hermione gasped, realizing that Sirius and Harry were staring at her, she said reluctantly: "When I entered the station, I was recognized, and someone asked me to sign, but fortunately I didn't let my parents come in with me..."

"This is outrageous," Harry murmured.

The train made a loud roar.

"The car is going to drive," Sirius urged, pointing in one direction, "Is that Ron? I saw him-the one waving, in the carriage No. 6."

Harry and Hermione rushed to Carriage No. 6. He was very tired with his bags, so he seemed a little angry when he saw Hermione holding only Crook Hill. "I put everything in a small beaded bag," she explained, and took Hedwig's cage.

When they reached the door of the car, Ron helped Harry lift the box into the car and put it on the luggage rack near the car. Neville and Ginny were there. They said hello and walked towards the locomotive.

"I don't know why, but I could easily find the empty car." Ron said.

Harry told him the conversation just now, and Ron suddenly realized, "So that's the case. I just said why no one at home reminded me - I'm the chief. I said, two chairmen, can I talk less time later? I didn't have dinner in the morning..."

"No problem," Harry said immediately, "because I can't think of what to say."

According to the requirements in the letter, the chiefs of the four colleges must accept instructions from the presidents of the boys' student union and the presidents of the girl's student union respectively. However, Harry and Hermione felt that there was no need to separate, so they simply put all the chiefs together.

"...There is only one thing worth noting. Four Aurors are stationed at the front and rear of the car. If you encounter an emergency, you can contact them. Of course, if there is an emergency, they may know better than us. The rest is to maintain order and occasionally patrol the corridor... it is gone."

After Hermione finished speaking, she looked at Harry. Harry shook his head and said that he had nothing to say, so Hermione decisively announced her disbandment.

Back in the carriage, they each talked about their last experience during the summer vacation. After Bill and Fleur's wedding, Hermione went home to reunite with her parents, and Harry chose to stay in the Burrow because Black's old house was mostly empty and too boring.

"You weren't there for a few days," Ron recalled, "as if it was to deal with the examination or something."

"Yes," Harry said slowly, "two Ministry of Magic staff came to the door and registered the family with the house elves--a little accident happened in the middle."

"What accident?" Neville asked curiously.

"Is it wonderful?" This is Ron's question.

"Absolutely wonderful." Harry said with a stern face, and he stared at Ron for a few seconds before he talked about what happened that day:

"In order to prove that Cliche is in good condition and let him stay, Sirius and I racked our brains and wasted a lot of talk and persuaded Cliche to switch to a dress that meets human aesthetics and standards..."

"This is a good thing, which shows that the Ministry of Magic is gradually implementing legal provisions." Hermione interrupted.

"Your tone is really like Percy," Ron said. Hermione looked hurt and Ginny sneered. Harry hurriedly continued to tell his story. Thanks to frequent communication with Efias Dorge during this period, Harry felt that his ability to polish the story was much better. Soon, everyone in the car was attracted-

According to Harry, he, Sirius, and Clichee carried out an emergency transformation of Black's old house and found many suspicious magic objects from corners.

"That's why I tried desperately to break off my relationship with my family when I was in school," Sirius said seriously. Harry knew that members of the Black family were a little 'crazy', and they were not the same as normal people's ideas.

"But now I'm completely in charge of this family!" Sirius said happily, and waved his hand, "We want to leave a good impression on the guests, the first thing is to let my elders have a good sleep!"

But obviously the portraits on both sides of the foyer aisle don't want to sleep. They are all ancestors of the Black family of all generations. They passed down their most stubborn memories before they died, so it was extremely difficult to convince. Harry and Sirius had to use some small means.

"Bad Master! Bad Master!"

Kley jumped in a hurry and wanted to stop them, but unfortunately he was unable to catch his strength - a red light of an unconscious curse flashed, and the long aisle restored tranquility. Harry and Sirius looked at their results with satisfaction. Except for one or two portraits, saliva flowing out of their mouths and wigs tilted to one side, the others looked so perfect.

"You did an emergency cleaning?" Ron asked dissatisfiedly in the carriage.

"It's not over yet," said Harry. He continued.

When the staff came to the door, Sirius greeted them in with a smile and led them to the living room. Harry suddenly had a shadow in his heart. He felt that he had ignored something, so he stopped in place and tried hard to think about what it was...

The members of the Black family are crazy...

Exaggerated screams echoed in the hall. Harry ran away, remembering the scene when he first came to the old house. There was something fresh in his memory on the wall on one side of the stairs. But now he was used to it. He did not look at that direction when he went up and down the stairs.

A short wizard rolled down the stairs, with a terrified expression. Harry looked over his gaze. Sure enough, he saw a row of wrinkled house elf heads stuck to the decorative panels of the wall. Everyone present froze, and his smile froze on Sirius's face, which gave Harry time to recall what his godfather said when he introduced his family tree to him with disgust face three years ago:

"My dear Aunt Eladora... I cut off their heads when the house elves are so old that they can't handle the plates. This family tradition was created by her..."

The train passed through a field, and Ron asked about the details with relish.

"And what? Did they run away immediately and bring back a team of Aurors in a few minutes?"

Harry rolled his eyes.

"No, Sirius and I finally convinced them, it was really persuasion." He emphasized, as if he wanted to explain that there was no use of a spell like a coma. "The two registered Cliche's name. When they left, Sirius sweared to remove those heads... I don't know how to deal with the permanent sticking spell, maybe it was to remove the entire wall."

"That's a big project."

A burst of laughter came from the carriage.

...

At Hogwarts, hundreds of kilometers away, Professor McGonagall wore square eyes and looked down at the article in "Today's Transformation", and from time to time he took out a quill to mark the wrong place on it.

After correcting an article, she raised her head and looked at Felix and the branch hat. The former was holding the latter in his hand and turned around. The branch hat was dizzy and couldn't help but shout, "Hurry up and take care of him! This person is destroying the most important historical relics in the school! What did I see? A shameful behind-the-scenes transaction, the vice principal bribed the current principal--"

Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows in his seat.

"Poor Sorting Hat, you're not a real person after all." Felix smiled and let himself look at the cracks in the Sorting Hat. He said proudly: "Even if I gave me videos of the last twelve games of the Montrose Magpies, it was not considered a bribe, because they were just gifts, accompanied by buying a magic projector... Although I was one year late, it was still a gift."

"It has nothing to do with this." Professor McGonagall glared at Felix, his explanation was more like a desire to cover up. She pursed her lips and said, "Felix convinced me that if his magic could be one of the core of the school's defense system, the safety of students would be greatly improved."

"No!" cried the branch hat. "That is the authority that only the four founders have. Even the principals after them can only repair and repair it on the original basis."

"So I'll come to you," Felix said temptingly: "The four founders may not have thought so much. Why don't you let go of your mind and let me have a good conversation with them. What if everyone has a good chat?"

The branch hat was strangely silent for a while.

In previous years, it reads students' ideas, and divides them into different colleges according to their different traits. This is the first time that someone wants to read themselves - oh, the four giants who injected their thoughts into themselves thousands of years ago.

The branch hat asked strangely: "Do you think you can be recognized by the four of them at the same time?"

"I don't think it's a problem," Felix said seriously. "If you don't believe it, we can give it a try."

"...But I heard you pushed memory magic to an unprecedented level?"

"Rumors are all rumors, and I still have a lot of room for improvement."

The branch hat was silent again, this time it was silent for a longer time, and then it twisted, and the gap beside the hat opened to its maximum. Felix seemed to feel an airflow coming out of the gap, as if a man was about to open his mouth and shout, and then the branch hat shouted—

"Come and save me! Whoever it is! Minerva McGonagall, you are the principal! Dumbledore, look at the good things you did!"

Dumbledore seemed to be asleep in the golden frame on the wall, but Felix clearly saw that he had been watching them with interest with the other principals, and blinked mischievously. Once upon a time, Felix also showed strong interest in the school hat in front of Dumbledore.

After the noise, the branch hat refused to agree, and threatened to not attend this year's branch ceremony. Felix had to regretfully take off the branch hat from his head.

"You seem to want to talk to several founders, Felix?" Professor McGonagall asked sharply, "Is it because of the pressure that has been too high recently?"

Felix shrugged and said in a relaxed tone:

"Just being able to make up your mind - especially when you have multiple alternatives. So far, I believe we are still on the right path. But because of this, every step of the way ahead is more important."

He said lazily:

"I can understand why Babajid Akinbad did nothing. The other end of the scale was pressing against six billion people and two million wizards, and no one could breathe-" He stopped thinking, "Maybe I should talk to Trelawne. Every time I see her silly look, I can be confident in the future."

Professor McGonagall looked a little weird, "Don't say this in front of her, she's not in good mood recently."

"What's going on?" Felix asked with interest, "Oh, I thought about it, for the new professor this year?"

"Yes, the horseman Ferenze." Professor McGonagall said, "He had previously accepted Dumbledore's invitation to teach and officially joined the company this year."

...
To be continued...