Along the way, they discussed what spells to cast on the motorcycle.

Until landing in Godric.

Harry finally confirmed one thing: his godfather only used his body to remember things.

Sirius talked nonsense and changed his mind all the time. He even thought that if possible, he would install a magic wand on the motorcycle and let it chant spells continuously, casting evil spells such as being shattered into pieces and exploding with thunder.

It doesn't help much on how to make a flying motorcycle of my own.

Potter's old house.

The weeds in the yard were cleared away, the dilapidated wall was repaired, and the patched part was even carefully made to look old, as if the explosion thirteen years ago had never happened.

The door was opened.

There were lights on inside.

Harry's nose twitched slightly. The smell of not very good cream soup and fish and chips wafted out of the house.

Sirius pushed the motorcycle to a stop in the yard and walked in with Harry.

There's someone home.

Lupin waved his wand to add heat to the food on the table so that it would not get cold.

"Aha, I thought you wouldn't be coming back tonight." Lupin nodded, his tone and expression very cold.

"There were some unexpected troubles." Sirius stretched out his right hand, used his index finger and thumb to make a small gap, "It delayed us a little."

Lupin hummed, nodding slowly.

Sirius put his helmet down. "I forgot what to do with Hagrid. I had to take him to the Leaky Cauldron first, then come back and go home with Harry."

"This is indeed something you can do." Lupin was relieved, "Have some midnight snack."

Harry walked to the table and sat down. He picked up a fried potato and crunched it. His teeth rubbed the powdery substance, and he swallowed it hard with a move of his throat. "Uncle Remus, didn't you live alone for many years?"

Lupin sat down and nodded: "What's wrong?"

"Why is your craftsmanship..." Harry frowned, unable to find a suitable adjective for a moment.

Lupin's face froze.

Sirius picked up a French fry, swallowed it with difficulty, and nodded, "It's a far cry from what Mrs. Dursley makes."

"My aunt's cooking is very good." Harry picked up another French fry and ate it.

Lupin cursed.

He has lived alone for many years, always wandering, without a fixed residence or even a fixed source of income. Eating is a very casual thing. If he meets a friend, he can get a meal or two. If he doesn't, the worst that can happen is that he will go hungry for a day.

Cook?

He really doesn't have much experience.

I worked so hard to cook a meal, but these two people were so disgusted.

Do you have the ability to do it yourself?

Sirius held up a hard French fry and used it as a sword to challenge Lupin to a duel.

Harry ate in silence.

It just tastes a bit unpalatable. Maybe the wrong mushroom was used and it is slightly poisonous. But that’s not important. I should still accept Uncle Remus’ kindness.

Flemont hung on the wall, looking at them with a gentle, nostalgic look.

Young Euphemia held Flemont's arm with a kind look on her face.

After more than ten years, the Porter House has finally become a home again.

They quarreled so much that Lupin and Sirius didn't go to bed until after eleven o'clock in the evening.

Wait for the next day.

Lupin struggled to get up from the bed, and just as he walked out of the bedroom door, he heard a noise in the kitchen, which made his heart skip a beat - his cooking skills were just poor, but if Sirius continued to mess around in the kitchen, the home that he had just repaired with great difficulty would probably have to be rebuilt.

He quickened his pace.

Wait till the kitchen.

The person standing inside was not Sirius, but Harry, waving his wand skillfully. The frying pan was shaking, and the sausages and fried eggs were sizzling and trembling with the oil, emitting an enticing aroma. In another frying pan, the bread was fried on both sides until golden brown.

Harry turned around, which did not disrupt his rhythm: "Morning, Uncle Remus."

"Good morning." Lupin greeted blankly.

"You were in such a hurry just now, did you think my godfather was in the kitchen?" Harry waved his wand, and the perfectly fried egg flew out and landed on one of the slices of bread. Then the sausage was cut into thin slices and fell on it in an orderly manner. A slice of tomato, a slice of onion, and a little mayonnaise, the simple sandwich was ready and flew onto the plate.

"He is the godfather after all." Lupin nodded, a little surprised, "I didn't expect you could perform food magic so well."

"It's in Gryffindor's notes," Harry answered simply.

Lupin was stunned again.

Wait a minute…

Where did you learn this?

Gryffindor's notes?

Is there any record of such a thing there?

"Don't worry, the godfather won't do anything in the kitchen." Harry continued to prepare milk and coffee. "He can't get up so early."

Lupin waved his wand and the plate flew up, carrying the food, and landed on the dining table outside the house. "I thought he would become more reliable."

"Everyone has his own way." Harry smiled slightly, "His way is not bad. I am not a baby who needs meticulous care."

"Maybe he should call you Godfather." Lupin couldn't help but blurt out these words.

Harry waved his wand.

With a whoosh sound——

Sirius was carried out of his bedroom. It seemed that he had gotten used to sleeping like a dog in the past month. He was carried by a collar and was dazed. Before he could react, he was thrown onto the sofa in the living room.

"Clean it up."

Harry nodded at the dog's head again.

Sirius shook his head, turned back into human form, stood up, and stretched lazily: "Isn't it that Remus made breakfast again?"

Lupin was stunned. "Is this how you spend your summer vacation?"

"He and Dudley always play games until late at night." Harry walked to the table and sat down expressionlessly. "It's no use trying to wake him up in a nice way. I have to use some tricks."

Lupin's eyes were deep.

Sirius was still asking, "Did Remus make breakfast?"

"It's me." Harry waved his wand and dragged Sirius down with his clothes. "Hurry up and eat. We still have a lot to do today."

Lupin sat down too.

Sirius took a bite of his sandwich before asking, "Today, what else do you have going on today?"

As he said this, he suddenly realized something and slapped his thigh: "Yes, I have to go pick a motorcycle."

"That's not urgent." Harry shook his head. "I need to get my armor repaired first, and visit Professor Flitwick. Have you told him that you want tutoring during the holidays?"

Sirius was startled and clenched his sandwich: "I just got home."

"But we've already had a month off." Harry deadpanned, "There's still a month until school starts. Oh, maybe even less than a month."

"There's also the Quidditch World Cup before school starts, which means we only have three weeks."

"Dear Godfather, if we don't hurry up in these three weeks, we won't learn anything."

Sirius stared at the sandwich he had just taken a bite of. He was obviously hungry, but suddenly he couldn't eat anymore. "Maybe, we can rest for another day. After all, we just got home?"

Harry said nothing, just stared at him.

Sirius sighed, "Well, you're right."

After breakfast, Sirius went out with Harry, and Lupin stayed behind to clean up, as he had to go to Diagon Alley to work later - the Weasley Brothers Joke Workshop had officially opened a few days ago, but the storefront was not big and they only rented a small room.

After July, the school season will begin. That is the best time for the Joke Workshop to become famous. Lupin has to get everything ready before that.

They walked across the valley to the cemetery and to the abandoned cabin.

Just like at the beginning.

Harry and the others walked into Ragnak's blacksmith shop.

This time there were not just two goblins in the room, there was also a Hufflepuff and a Ravenclaw, who greeted Harry warmly when they saw him.

Hawke came up to him eagerly and introduced Harry: "Respected Mr. Potter, I just heard that you passed the Gryffindor Trial and became the true heir of Gryffindor."

"I really don't know what the Daily Prophet does. Such big news is not reported."

"It was these two little wizards who told me."

He paused and said, "There are more and more young wizards who come to us to make the same sword as Gryffindor. These two are here to place orders."

The badger and the eagle lowered their heads in embarrassment.

"What are you doing here this time?" Hawke rubbed his hands. "Are you going to order a more advanced armor? Although the basilisk skin is good, it is still inferior to the dragon skin. Did you get the dragon skin?"

Harry shook his head, waved his wand, and took out the prepared snakeskin armor: "I'm here to repair the armor."

"Damn it! What have you done!" Regnark, who was gritting his teeth and looking at Harry's back with greedy eyes, exclaimed, "This is top-quality armor, how could it be damaged like this? Even if we were fighting a dragon, this shouldn't happen!"

"It's fighting a creature more dangerous than a dragon." Harry interrupted him, "I still have a basilisk skin. How much material do you need to repair it?"

A look flashed in Ragnak's eyes: "I want three meters of snake skin, and some basilisk tooth powder..."

"Mr. Potter." Hawke raised his voice, "I must remind you."

"This armor is badly damaged, and many of the goblin magics on it have failed. My skills are limited, and I can't tell how much material is needed to repair it. In order to avoid Lion Ragnak asking for too much, I sincerely recommend that you make a new one."

"You still have a lot of basilisk skins, more than enough to make a new one."

Regnark gritted his teeth and said hoarsely, "Hawk!"

"Hawke must protect the rights of wizards fairly and impartially." Hawke puffed out his chest, very proud, "Besides, Mr. Potter is not just an ordinary wizard, he is the heir of the great Gryffindor."

"He must not be treated unfairly."

Harry waved his wand and took back the armor: "Then make a new one."

Hawke nodded and snapped his fingers. An old piece of paper flew out and landed in Harry's hand. "It's the same list as last year, but the prices may change. After a year, some materials may become cheaper or more expensive."

"Money is not a problem." Sirius was rich and generous, and waved his hand, "Give Harry the best. I'm here, so you don't have to worry about Galleons."

"Of course, noble Black." Hawke bowed respectfully to him.

Ragnak spat, and when he saw Harry about to go out, he called out to him, "Wait, Potter!"

Harry turned around and looked at him.

"Gryffindor's sword belongs to the goblins, to Ragnak!" Ragnak clenched his fists, "You must return it to its rightful owner."

Hawke hesitated, his eyes moving between Ragnak and Harry. After a long while, he spoke with difficulty: "Times have changed, Ragnak, and Gryffindor has chosen its heir. Mr. Potter is now the master of the sword."

"Shut up, you filthy beast!" Ragnak interrupted him fiercely, "Things made by fairies will always belong to the fairies. After the user dies, it should return to the arms of the fairies."

"This is an eternal rule that has never changed."

Harry stared at him and said softly, "Ragnac, I respect you very much, can you take back what you just said?"