Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place

"It's filthy and chaotic right now... aside from one old, filthy House-elf."

"It's just a whole mess of cockroaches and rats... well, and my mother's hysterical portrait..."

"It's basically a rubbish heap..."

"But... as for the book collection you care about, we really do have one."

Black asked in surprise, "You still haven't cleaned up the house?"

"A house like that... why would I clean it up?" Sirius said gloomily.

He had too many bad memories there. Whenever he saw those things, he always remembered certain unpleasant matters...

He really did not feel like sorting through those old things.

Black said, "But... Harry will have to move out of his aunt's house sooner or later."

"When that time comes, are you going to have him move in and live with you in a... uh... rubbish heap?"

Sirius froze for a moment before saying, "Yeah... I was only thinking about not wanting to see those things. I didn't think of that..."

"Sirius, you're not a wanted criminal anymore! So you don't have to clean your house yourself at all."

"You have so much gold in Gringotts, so much that even those Goblins started coveting it..."

"If you don't want to see the things that upset you,"

"why don't you take some of it out and hire people to help you clear it all away?"

Black's casual words made Sirius's eyes widen.

He slapped his forehead. "Ah... right... those lumps of gold are just sitting in Gringotts anyway..."

"Right, aside from cleaning the house, I can also buy Harry presents!"

"Come to think of it, now that Harry's grown this big, apart from back when he'd just been born, I haven't given him another present."

He looked at Black. "Harry is your friend. What do you think I should give him?"

"Harry