The Gaunt Family Home Isn't Going Anywhere

Even if Harry hadn't said anything, Vincent could have guessed the gist of it.

All four people present knew about Voldemort and the Horcrux, except for Sirius Black, who didn't know everything.

Vincent spoke before Harry could, "Was it Snape? He's been in a bad mood lately, he must have been giving you a hard time."

Harry saw him shake his head slightly at him and suddenly realized something.

He was the first to discover the problem with the Sneakoscope that day, so it's not surprising that he knew Sirius Black's target was him.

"Yes—yes."

It's always good to be cautious. They're just a bunch of kids, and telling them would only make the two unsuspecting people worry.

Harry took a deep breath. "Maybe it's because I'm too stupid. I still haven't learned Occlumency after all this time."

Ron, indignant, comforted him, "Harry, you learned fighting so quickly, you're not stupid at all."

If you ask me, the Old Bat definitely didn't teach you properly, just like how he targeted you in Potions Class.

Little Black suddenly turned his head and glanced in the direction of the castle, then moved to Harry's feet and quietly lay down.

It seemed to understand something, knowing that the other person was very sad.

"See?" Ron grabbed a skewer of roasted chicken wings with a vengeance. "Even Little Black thinks it's his fault."

"Those things weren't your fault, so why is he taking his anger out on you?"

It seems that Ron knows about Harry's father and Snape's past.

Vincent sighed silently to himself.

Whatever the reason, Sirius Black's affair probably won't be kept secret for long.

Little Black nudged Harry's arm with his nose, then made a fierce face, as if to say something.

"You... you will protect me?"

Little Black grinned and raised its head, as if to say it believed in it.

"Thank you." Harry hugged it.

Vincent was both touched and extremely angry.

What a wonderful and heartwarming dog! Those wizards who abused him are simply inhuman.

It's almost the 21st century, and people still believe that black dogs symbolize bad luck.

Just like Pure-blood Supremacy, such feudal ideas are the dregs of the Wizarding World and the biggest obstacle to the progress of civilization.

Hermione could probably guess why he was angry.

She also disliked those wizards. "Vincent, you're the youth representative of Wizengamot now, you should have a lot of authority, right?"

"For example, advocating for legislation with the Ministry of Magic?" Vincent nodded emphatically without much thought.

"A similar bill to ban animal cruelty could follow the example of the 'Protect Fantastic Beasts Act' promoted by Mr. Scamander, and there is a high probability that it will be passed directly."

Harry and Ron were completely confused.

What prohibits animal cruelty? What law was passed to do so?

Vincent and Hermione discussed it excitedly and quickly reached a consensus.

The Alchemy Shop opens on Saturday, and since Grandpa Newt Scamander is here, we can't let him come for nothing.

If Dumbledore help...

Pfft—Old Deng really has a good plan.

Even if this hadn't happened, he would have needed to help with something else sooner or later.

It seems the Gaunt Family Home is doomed.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, noticing Vincent's pale face and growing anxious.

"Don't worry about those people from the International Alchemical Association. If they're so despicable as to cause trouble over the bill, just use your status as Mr. Flamel's apprentice to crush them."

Harry and Ron were even more confused.

It's the Alchemy Association again, and it's Nicolas Flamel again. Could something big be about to happen?

Vincent shook his head slightly. "It's nothing serious. Professor Dumbledore certainly won't stand idly by."

Although he was still a little unhappy, he had already made up his mind.

It's just Voldemort's trap. Anyway, Dumbledore is there to back us up. Let's just go to Gaunt Family Home.

After the deal was settled, the two noticed that Harry and Ron both seemed hesitant to speak.

Vincent didn't hide anything and recounted the whole story of when he first saw Little Black.

Covered in injuries, he remained highly vigilant towards strangers.

Even though he used the most understated words possible, you could still sense the barely concealed anger in his tone.

Harry tightened his grip on the Little Black's hand.

Stray dogs can't possibly live such miserable lives; only frequent abuse could explain it.

Ron's little face was burning red.

Until just now, he actually had a prejudice against Little Black.

Now he only felt ashamed, ashamed like never before.

The roasted chicken wing was handed to Little Black's mouth.

Ron was prepared to be ignored, but Little Black ate the whole skewer of chicken wings.

Perhaps knowing it was expressing apology, it stretched out its paw and placed it on Ron's thigh, grinning as if agreeing to be fed.

Vincent's eyelids twitched violently upon seeing this.

This big black dog might become the next Gu Gu.

"Hiss—" Jormungandr came over, begging for food.

Vincent rarely comes here, and he is easily moved by the animals.

The fragrant grilled skewers paired with ice-cold cola left Jormungandr so full that he couldn't curl up into a ball again.

Little Black kept hiccuping.

It lay on its side, revealing its round belly.

"It's getting late, let's go back."

After saying goodbye to the two adorable pets, they headed towards the castle.

11 p. m. is the curfew time.

After taking a shower, Vincent left his dorm and headed straight for the Room of Requirement.

The friends are setting up their secret base, and the round table they moved in yesterday is covered with snacks.

Little White and Gu Gu were picking out delicious food, and would occasionally shout out, as if they were supervising everyone's work.

Of course, the secret base wouldn't be complete without them.

If Jormungandr and Little Black weren't restricted from entering the castle, they might have needed an additional thick blanket and a doghouse.

Vincent had just walked to the round table and scolded them a few times when Hermione came in carrying Crookshanks.

Slightly chubby Crookshanks jumped down from her arms and habitually walked to Vincent's feet.

The little head nuzzled against him, making him lose his temper and stop scolding.

"You two should learn from Crookshanks; he doesn't eat snacks all day long."

Little White curled up into a ball, while Gu Gu raised its little head high.

Vincent was furious. He bent down and picked up Crookshanks. "Come on, let's get down to business."

Fred and George chuckled, "Dude, how can you speak to our esteemed School Board Member like that?"

"What else?" Vincent drew his wand and pointed to a rolled-up piece of wallpaper on the floor.

"I've decided I need to be tougher, or this little guy will definitely dare to ride roughshod over me."

"Pfft—" Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

Before school started, when he was looking at pets in Diagon Alley, Gu Gu had already stood on his head.

They're both "cat lovers," but the treatment they receive is worlds apart.

Daphne and Astoria were also covering their mouths and chuckling.

Yumi is a Ragdoll cat with a somewhat introverted personality.

Crookshanks is a bit aloof and only sticks to Vincent.

In some ways, Gu Gu is actually very similar to Vincent.

For example, courage, or ambition.

I've heard that the esteemed Gu Gu School Board Member has set its sights outside of Hogwarts and plans to recruit all the owls of the British Isles as its underlings.