Chapter 167: Hermione's heart

　　The four set foot on the Knight Bus again, and the destination was 12 Grimmauld Place, which was the ancestral home of the Black family.
　　 "For some reason, it no longer belongs to me." Sirius on the seat chatted with three people. "So we are going to take advantage of it now, the talent has not taken over."
　　 "Who was sold?" Ron asked.
　　 Sirius gripped the palm of the handrail tightly and loosened it again. "Of course it is me." Sirius thought to himself, but nothing appeared on his face.
　　 "Nothing, just a normal agreement transfer." Sirius said with a smile, selling his ancestral house was not a proud thing for him.
　　 It carries all the memories and past he hopes to cut off, but it is also where he grew up after all.
　　His mother died in the house.
　　 That is the only place where he can remember.
　　 The journey is boring and long.
"Almost coming, almost coming." Sirius sighed and glanced back at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window. The scenery outside the window was faintly visible, and there was no change compared to when he entered Azkaban, but this But it even made him full of misplacement. The stagnation of space and the change of time made him even have the illusion. Perhaps at the next stop of the bus, James and Lily would happen to get on the bus there and still smile with him. A familiar greeting.
　　 This is only his fantasy after all.
"Are you okay? Sirius?" Seeing Sirius's pleasant smile suddenly turned away, her brows could not help but wrinkle, Hermione took out a piece of paper from her shoulder bag, wrote it on it, and handed it over he.
　　 Harry and Ron are now leaning on their seats and are asleep. She did not want to wake them up, so she chose this method.
　　 Hermione is very worried about the mental state of the man in front of her. The psychology books she taught herself last year have such a term—stress mental disorder.
　　When a person's life has undergone major changes, there is a high possibility of psychological problems.
The twelve years of innocent jail, not to mention the dementors who interfered with him all the time, Hermione felt that Sirius can still stay awake until now, it is already a miracle, let alone Azkaban escaped from the prison where no one had escaped.
　　 "I'm fine." Sirius wrote on the paper, bypassed the seat, and handed it to Hermione.
　　 "How did you come in those twelve years?" Under the writing of Sirius, dense black fonts began to appear on the paper.
"It's nothing to hide." Sirius took the paper and wrote: "Because I firmly believe that I am innocent, this is very important. The human will can break through many unimaginable limits. Soul monsters have no vision, I can transform in the cell.. become a dog, dementors can not see, they will only realize the feelings of people, when I become a big dog, they will think that I actually It’s already the same as the irrational group."
　　 The black writing quickly crawled over the piece of paper like a spider. Just when Black was about to hand it to Hermione, he found that his two eyes were staring straight at him.
　　 "Sirius, I didn't even think of asking how you were doing in Azkaban." Harry said regretfully.
　　 At this time, they had woke up and saw what was written on the paper.
　　 "Girls' minds are generally very delicate, and so is your mother." Sirius patted Harry's head comfortably.
　　 "Don't worry, I'm fine now." Sirius continued to smile, then raised his finger to the scenery outside the window that had been still, and said, "We are here."
　　 And now, Hermione has seen someone she can say the last thing she wants to see. He is the culprit in driving away Professor Lupin.
　　 Malfoy bought the Sirius family’s house, when did that happen?
　　Hermione soon thought of the fact that she had previously discovered Sirius in Slytherin's bedroom, but this clue was of no value to her, and she didn't know what happened in it.
　　 Hermione glanced at Sirius who was going upstairs, her eyes full of confusion, the latter just shook her head helplessly, so that Hermione would stop asking.
　　 "Let's go out and wait, I don't want to stay in this guy's house for a minute." Ron said angrily, and walked away, Harry could only keep up.
"Draco! What do you want to eat tonight! I'll make it for you." Just as Hermione was following them and going out of the door, Pansy made such a sound from the door leading to the basement. Coincidentally.
　　She first got her head out of the door before walking to the crowd.
"It seems that there are a few unwelcome guests. How about, would you like to try my craft? Pan Xi covered her mouth with her hand and looked at the few people in front of her, so she said in surprise to her waist A printed white apron was tied between them, and the image looked a little funny.
　　 The slightly green face is mixed with the standard housewife-like mix, which is really nondescript.
　　 "Forget it, I'm afraid we will be poisoned." Ron choked back and then said: "It may be hard to eat to death."
　　 "Weasley's family really lacks upbringing, even the most basic courtesy." Pansy chuckled at this time, her invitation was obviously not sincere.
　　Ron's face flushed immediately, like a cooked crab.
　　 "Let's go." Hermione said quietly, holding the broken hair in her ear, but her body had some imperceptible stiffness, and her legs alternated like a string puppet.
　　 Then the three of them walked out of the house and went to the square again.
　　 "Cut, it's boring." Pansy was still a little bit upset, and she had some fun these days, but the other side didn't accept the move.
　　 "Draco, you didn't help me, watching them bully me." Pansy said arrogantly, turning his head away.
　　 "I think you are bullying the three of them." Malfoy could only look at the girl in front of her with a headache.
　　 "Well, it seems that the opponent is too weak." Pansy lowered his head and sighed, "Would you like to try my craft at night." Pansy turned the subject and asked expectantly.
　　 "I don't want to be poisoned." Malfoy shrugged, and then left such a sentence, opened his laboratory door again, and drilled in.
　　 only left Pansy, who had stomped his feet and was grumpy against the floor.
　　 "Kritch!" Pansy shouted with his throat open.
　　Briefly, Kreacher appeared in front of Pansy's eyes, standing short and straight.
"Your dinner is the dish I made today. Think about what you should do yourself." Pan Xi put down such a sentence and didn't know if it was a threat. Then he got into the kitchen and began to send ping pong. sound.
　　 "Hermione, are you okay." Walking outside the door, Harry asked with concern, he found Hermione's face pale. "Isn't it uncomfortable? When Sirius comes out we'll find a place to rest." Harry continued.
　　 "Okay." Hermione simply responded, leaning against the lamppost, staring blankly at the blue sky, as if for her now, even saying a word is extravagant and she has to do her best.
She originally thought that she would feel extreme hatred and disgust towards Malfoy now, but it turned out not to be so. When she saw Pansy walking out of the end of the corridor in an apron, she was inexplicably depressed and still Some pain.
"What's this? Are they living together?" The first thing that popped up in Hermione's heart was this idea, and then she quickly became convinced, because Pansy was very affectionate and asked Malfoy about their dinner today. Seems to be false.
　　Hermione didn't want to deceive herself. She could tell herself that she didn't care at all, but her inner convulsive pain couldn't be faked.
　　 Not long ago, Pippi Gui took advantage of the question he asked to take the real agent. She just pretended not to have heard it and chose selective forgetting, but today she suddenly determined her mood.
　　 Determined his mood, not a happy thing.
　　 Because she can't escape anymore.
　　Hermione sucked her nose, rubbed her red eyes, thinking about how to face her sourness that should never appear in her heart.
　　 She didn't even know when this feeling appeared.
　　In her opinion, there is no reason at all.
"He forced Professor Lu Ping away. Last year he released the Basilisk and almost killed other students. What he said was sometimes very annoying. He never knew when he was telling the truth." A voice in Hermione A sudden sound in his heart.
　　 "But Hagrid got a better job because of him, and it is also his credit to clarify Sirius' grievances!" This is another voice.
"He has said it himself, it was just for his father to enter the Ministry of Magic. As for Sirius, can't you guess? What will force a single son in the family to sell the ancestral house in his family? Di? He must have threatened Sirius."
　　 While Hermione was still entangled in her heart, she was attracted by a sharp voice again.
"Harry Potter! Harry Potter who defeated the Dark Lord! It's a great honor for us to meet again!" Hermione looked at it, only to see one resembling Klitsch, The ragged house elf suddenly appeared in front of the three of them.
　　 "Dobby? Did you follow Malfoy here too?" Harry asked with his head down.
　　 "Yes, the owner is much more than cleaning up the new house he took over." Dobby said excitedly, and when he mentioned his master, Dobby began to shake his head and seemed a little proud.
　　 "Sure enough, it is not a good person, so big house, let go of two house elves to clean, really mean." Ron did not give up any opportunity to attack Malfoy.
　　 "You are not allowed to insult Dobby's master!" When Dobby heard Ron's words, he immediately jumped out of the ground and slammed Ron's chin with his flat head.
　　 "Dang" sounded dull and loud, Ron was knocked back a few steps, a stumble almost fell, or Harry quickly helped him before he survived.
　　 "I want to teach you well!" Ron raised his wand angrily, and he wanted to make the house elf in front of him suffer hard.
　　 "The master is not a good person, the same is true of the servant!" Ron said as if he was about to utter this bad breath.
"Ron, you can't use magic outside the school. Do you want your wand to be confiscated!" Hermione could no longer be disturbed by those emotions at this time. She looked on again, and the house-elf might be caught by Luo. Eun's spell hit.
　　 In her eyes, the house elf in front of her is obviously a disadvantaged group.
　　 But this was also Hermione's deception by the pitiful appearance of the house-elves and the temperament that he had tolerated.
　　 is really fighting, as an adult, and also has a certain involvement in black magic, Lucius will be overturned by Dobby, which is enough to prove that the fighting power of domestic elves without contract suppression is absolutely not to be underestimated.
　　 Hermione's behavior actually helped Ron. Otherwise, when the magic spell was issued by the wand, Ron would only receive a punishment notice from the Ministry of Magic plus a bruised nose with Dobby's magic.
　　Ron didn't get Hermione's affection after she was stopped, but instead gave her a stern look.
"It's not his fault." Hermione looked sympathetically at the house elf in front of her~EbookFREE.me~ crouched down her body and Dobby tried to keep the same height as full of pity in her eyes, then faced Luo. En said: "He doesn't know what is right, you should learn tolerance."
　　 "Master Malfoy is right!" His words are the golden rule of Dobby! "Dobby patted his chest."
　　 "Stupid." Ron spat.
　　 "Look, he is still a wicked slave owner, enslaving poor, innocent, and weak domestic elves! Depriving them of their freedom!" The voice in Hermione's heart jumped out of place at this time.
　　 "What are you doing?" Sirius had come out of the gray door at this time, carrying a tattered sack, and went straight to the center of the square to meet them.
"Kritch?" Sirius looked down at the house-elf, then shook his head: "It doesn't seem to be, otherwise he should have started abusing, it should be the kid who brought him from home." He touched His own hard stubble, said to himself.
　　 "Does your master have any orders?" Sirius then asked Dobby.
　　 "Dobby just came to say goodbye to the savior! This is from Dobby's own respect!" Dobby responded politely to Sirius' question.
　　 "Thank you." Harry nodded.
"Sirius, is there any way to make the house-elves restored to freedom?" Hermione lowered her voice and walked behind Sirius and whispered. She didn't know anything about it. Only the ancient pure blood family would inherit the family. Elf, Hermione clearly does not have this condition,