HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

After coming out of the Burrow, Aphra went to Diagon Alley again.

It was already approaching night, and it was getting dark, making it difficult to see the road.

She wanted to find a pensieve, but it was so rare that she searched all over Diagon Alley but couldn't find it.

The small wooden sign of Knockturn Alley stands at the entrance of the dark alley, giving it a feeling of waiting to be visited.

Avro looked into the street from outside and could only see a few scattered black figures.

"What, don't you dare to go in?"

Avro turned around, followed by Blaise Zabini.

His hands were casually stuffed in his pockets, and he looked familiar.

Avro narrowed her eyes, "Why, do you go in there often?"

"I come here sometimes to buy some potion ingredients that I can't buy elsewhere." Blaise looked at her, "What about you?"

"Since you are a regular customer, how about you take me with you?" Avro narrowed her eyes and smiled, her tone softening.

"Okay, how could I refuse the request of the beautiful young lady in front of me?" Blaise looked relaxed and smiled seductively.

The two of them entered Knockturn Alley one after another. When they passed by some strange wizards, they cast unclear glances.

Blaise took a step forward and was able to isolate those eyes, "What do you want to buy?"

"Pensieve." Avro answered truthfully, "An object for storing and viewing memories."

"Oh..." Blaise didn't ask her what the pensieve was for. He maintained appropriate social boundaries and did not take the initiative to pry into other people's privacy.

"That's a coincidence. I happen to know one." He pointed to an old shop.

Avro tilted her head, "It seems that it is really an honor for me to meet you today."

"It would be my honor to be able to help you." He smiled slightly and said, "Please come in."

There was no one waiting in the store, and the lights were dim. Avro could only barely see the magic items on the shelves.

"What do you want?" an old voice sounded, and an old man walked out of the darkness.

Avro looked at him for a moment, "Pensieve."

"Yes," he said calmly, "pensieves are very rare, and many wizards avoid them because they think it will reveal their privacy."

He passed Aphra and Blaise, walked to the corner, and rummaged through a large pile of items, making a "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping" sound.

"As long as you have money, you can buy it from me." He turned back and looked at Avro, "Can you afford it?"

Avro pondered, "Can you deliver it to your door?"

"Sure." He readily agreed, "Pay the deposit first, have it delivered to your door, and then pay the balance."

"Okay, I'll leave the address." Avro looked at Blaise and saw that he had no reaction, so she knew that there was no problem with this transaction model.

For one thing, the Pensieve is too heavy to carry. Secondly, leave an address to show your identity, so he won't dare to do anything to trick her.

Avro checked it out, paid the deposit, and walked out of the store with Blaise.

"What about you, do you want me to accompany you?" Avro blinked.

Blaise thought for a moment, "It's a great time. I should have been invited warmly, but the location is not suitable."

Seeing his polite refusal, Avro could only shrug, "Then let's make an appointment another day. Then I'll treat you to dinner as a reward for tonight."

"I'm always waiting." He raised his chin at her, "Write me a letter."

At this time, Blaise was almost sending her out of Knockturn Alley.

"Don't worry, I won't break my promise." Avro curled her lips.

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On the evening of the next day, the boss delivered the Pensieve as promised, Mia handed the Galleons to him, and he disapparated away.

"Did you see what he looked like clearly?"

"No, Miss Avro." Mia shook her head, "He was wearing a hood and mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly."

Avro nodded, "Okay, send it to the study. I'll come back later."

After taking out several items for detecting dark magic from the storage room, she came to the study.

After carefully examining the pensieve for a long time, Avro felt relieved.

The use of the Pensieve requires a clear mind and careful mind. It is difficult for wizards who are confused and inattentive to use the Pensieve well.

She exhaled slightly. Avro didn't want to use her today. Firstly, she hadn't fully understood it yet, and secondly, her mind wasn't very clear right now.

Avro put the pensieve away and walked out of the study. It was now dark.

The lamp was still lit in the living room, and when Aphra looked over, she saw her two little sisters huddled on the sofa, muttering.

Astoria was nestled in Daphne's arms, and the two were sharing a newspaper.

"What are you looking at?" Avro asked casually.

"The latest news on Black's escape from prison." Astoria looked up at Aphra.

"Ah...I don't even know when he escaped from prison." Aphra opened her mouth slightly and reconfirmed, "Sirius Black?"

"Yes, besides him, who else is Black in Azkaban? The Black who was accused of being the Dark Lord's subordinate thirteen years ago." The two have obviously been discussing for a long time. Regarding the name Black, although they don't know They were familiar with his personality, but they were also familiar with this surname.

"It's strange to say that when the elders mention him, they always say that he is a deviant pure-blood traitor who was expelled from the Black family. It is said that he is the only Black who entered Gryffindor. I heard from the adults that he He doesn’t support the pure-blood concept.”

Avro touched her chin and said to her two sisters.

No matter which family you listen to the adults talking about, they always say this about Sirius Black.

Astoria nodded, "Yes, then why was he later accused of being a subordinate of the Dark Lord and a traitorous friend of the Potters?"

"Maybe he couldn't stand being abandoned by his family and wanted to return to Black. Blackburn is the most prestigious pure-blood family. It's no wonder he changed his mind."

Daphne said nonchalantly, and she turned over a page of the newspaper, "Why did Black escape from prison? Is he going to find Harry Potter?"

Avro frowned, feeling a little worried and confused.

"The last place he disappeared was..." Daphne read, "Surrey County? It seems a bit far away."

Avro paused and was about to walk out the door the next second.

"Where are you going?"

"Shh." Avro put her index finger to her lips, "Don't say anything."

She called out Mia and disappeared the moment she left the house.

"This is her, I'm not surprised." Daphne shook her head, looking a little helpless.

"Don't worry, sister, she has her own plans."

"Okay, then you have to go to bed. You won't grow taller if you stay up late."

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