The Chinese girl from Hufflepuff is both timid and brave

Number 12, Grimmauld Place, a place that does not exist in the eyes of Muggles, but where the ancient wizard Black family lives.

Even though there was only one person left in the Black family, he didn't like staying in this old and even gloomy place. In this huge house, there was only an old house-elf living there all year round. If there were any other living creatures, they were only some parasitic ghouls and vixens.

A middle-aged man carrying a worn suitcase stood opposite Grimmauld Place, staring at the door of number 12 without moving for a long time.

Occasionally, passers-by would look at him curiously. After all, it was a bit strange for this middle-aged man who looked a little down and out to stand here and stare into the air on a weekday morning.

A kind old lady came up to him and asked if he was looking for the way. He shook his head apologetically, and under the old lady's surprised gaze, he finally walked towards his destination.

But he soon stopped again, because a broad palm suddenly patted his left shoulder heavily, and then an arm went around the back of his neck and hooked his left arm. The movements were familiar and done in one go, as if they had been repeated many times before.

"Ahem..." He was caught off guard and staggered. Fortunately, the person who hooked his shoulder stood very steadily, so he did not fall directly to the ground.

"Why are you still so frail?" The visitor was a little surprised. "I saw you standing here for a long time, so I came over..."

He glanced at the culprit who had turned the tables on him and sighed, "After so many years, you're still like this."

"Isn't this good?" The man smiled. "Let's go, Remus. If you stand here any longer, you will attract the attention of the Muggles."

As Remus Lupin was being led away, he asked, "Sirius, don't you work at the Ministry of Magic now?"

"Yes, as Dumbledore requested."

"…But today, isn't it a workday? Why are you here at this time?"

"Well, this..." Sirius touched his nose, "As you can see, I skipped work. But it doesn't matter, my colleague is a capable person, and he won't mind my sudden disappearance."

"You really don't mind?"

"Maybe?"

"You should at least say something."

"Then he might be even angrier, ahem. What should I say? Hello, my friend, I'm running away today, but please don't mind where I'm going?"

"...Honestly, I deserve a beating."

While no one else was paying attention, they quickly entered the door of No. 12. The dust blowing in their faces made both of them cough uncontrollably.

"Well, Remus, you know, I don't come here very often, and apparently, I'm not very good at cleaning."

Sirius waved his wand, trying to make the situation seem less dire, but that was of course not a short-term solution and he quickly gave up.

Lupin took a look at this large and dilapidated five-story attic. He could vaguely see the shadow of its former wealth and splendor, but unfortunately, because the owner had not taken care of it for a long time, it had become a beggar's house.

A large, rambling beggar's house full of Slytherin crests.

He frowned and said, "Didn't you tell me in your letter that you wanted to invite your godson...invite Harry to be your guest this summer, but this room doesn't seem to be suitable for entertaining guests?"

"You're absolutely right." Sirius didn't look embarrassed at all. "I never treated you as an outsider, you know. So...well, I think we can try together to make it look presentable."

Lupin looked at him in surprise: "What do you mean? You wrote to me and asked me to meet here, but it was because..."

"Yes, I was in need of a helper, so the first person I thought of was you, my friend, Moony Face."

Lupin was in a daze for a moment. He hadn't heard anyone call him that for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and smiled: "Padfoot, you are really rude. So, after leaving there, where have you been living all this time?"

"Let me think about it." Sirius cleaned up two chairs and sat on them and said leisurely, "I was in Hogwarts last year. There is a teacher's dormitory there, and I spent most of my time there. I only came back twice, both times for my troublesome brother."

"It's a strange feeling to hear you say that other people are worrying."

"Well, I'm working at the Ministry of Magic this year. The Ministry of Magic doesn't provide dormitories for its employees, which is far worse than Hogwarts. But I rented a small house in Surrey, not too far from Harry." He glanced at the people in the picture frames on the wall and lowered his voice, "Of course, no one knows that I rented that place. After all, I can't expose Harry's location at any time. You know, the mysterious man hasn't really left, he will come back. I have to consider Harry's safety."

Lupin followed his gaze and looked at the painting on the wall. It was a portrait of a middle-aged female wizard, who seemed to be dozing off at the moment.

"I see. It sounds like you're doing pretty well now." Lupin turned his gaze back, only to see an owl suddenly fly in from the half-open window.

Sirius seemed a little surprised, "Who would be writing to me at this time? Could it be my hardworking colleague? But this doesn't seem to be his owl."

Lupin saw that the owl acted very familiar and enthusiastic towards Sirius. After delivering the letter, it did not leave in a hurry, but stood on the back of his chair and began to comb its feathers.

"Well, I seem to have seen this gray owl in Hogwarts." Sirius stroked the fur on the owl's head and opened the letter.

After a moment, he smiled broadly, and when Lupin looked at him in confusion, he even laughed out loud.

"It seems that it's not your colleague who is causing trouble for you."

"It's not him, it's his daughter." Sirius waved his hand, "My former student, an interesting Hufflepuff girl."

"Hufflepuff?" Lupin repeated softly.

"Yes, Hufflepuff. A Hufflepuff that's more fun than many Gryffindors I've ever met, hahahaha!"

"What did she say to make you so happy?"

Lupin glanced at the owl that seemed to be planning to stay with Sirius and asked, "Does this owl know you?"

"I don't know, maybe it likes me?" Sirius shook the letter, "She said in the letter that the birthday gift I gave her caused Hufflepuff to lose five points. 'So this is a conspiracy of Gryffindor!' Hahaha... Although her words were very polite, I guess she must have been furious when she wrote the letter and wanted to rush over and beat me up."

"Well, it seems that the student you admire is indeed very special."

"I think so too. She's very gentle, isn't she?"

"Gentle?" Lupin raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"I gave her a simulated Dementor, but she didn't come over and beat me up. Isn't that gentle? She's definitely a Hufflepuff. If she was a Gryffindor, I'd probably have received a Howler Letter."

"...Why would Dumbledore let you become a professor?" Lupin sighed with a headache, "How can you..." just because she is a Hufflepuff.

"Bully her? Oh, you misunderstood. I will not target Hufflepuffs, nor will I look down on Hufflepuffs." Sirius read the end of the letter again and folded it again.

He took out a chocolate candy from his pocket and handed it to the clingy owl, then patted its shiny gray wings and watched it leave reluctantly.

"Okay, that's good. I admit that I was a little worried about this just now... But I think you are more reliable now than before, right?"

"It's normal for you to think so. After all, the Marauders used to have a bad record. But I never bullied Hufflepuffs back then." He turned his head and looked around. After a moment, he shouted helplessly, "Kreacher!"

An old house-elf in tattered clothes suddenly appeared beside Sirius' chair. It looked very reluctant and was cursing, especially when it saw Lupin beside it, it started cursing even more.

"Master! The bastard Master Sirius brought his lowly friends! Oh, the bastard Master and his bastard friends came to the noble Black family! They want to destroy everything here! Kreacher, old Kreacher can't do anything! Madam... Madam will never forgive you when she knows all this!"

"Shut up, Kreacher, I don't need her forgiveness." Sirius said coldly: "Go get me some paper and pen. Also, I don't allow you to scold my friends again, otherwise, I will take away everything that Regulus left behind from you."

Kreacher covered his face, cried and cursed as he left. Lupin looked at Sirius, who looked solemn, in surprise.

"Don't mind it. Kreacher is old and confused. He curses everyone he sees. Those who are not cursed by him are already dead."

Lupin shook his head: "It's fine with me, but what are you going to do?"

"Write a reply to dear Miss Sun." He picked up the paper and pen that Kreacher had hastily placed on the floor and flicked the dust off it. "Moonface, that's great. I need you to help me with something."

Lupin nodded resignedly: "Okay, go ahead."

Sirius was silent for a moment, and contrary to his usual behavior, he showed some hesitation.

"I... need you to help me tutor a student." He curled his lips, "It's not a difficult task, but it's very important to me. Among the people I trust, you are the most reliable."

"What student?" Lupin was also a little hesitant, "But my identity... maybe it's not convenient for me to do this kind of work. You know, I can't take this risk. If I hurt others, then I..."

"Don't be nervous, Moon Face. You don't need to go there often. It's enough for you to avoid those days." He wrote on the letter, "I believe you can do well as long as you are willing to help me."

"Okay." Lupin exhaled lightly, "Padfoot, but besides Harry, who else is it that worries you so much?"

Sirius paused while writing. After a moment, he smiled bitterly and said, "It's a Hufflepuff girl."

"Another Hufflepuff girl? Is it the Miss Sun from before?"

"No." He shook his head. "About this matter, I... I will tell you everything. Moony, you will soon find that each Hufflepuff girl is very unique. It is difficult to describe them with a specific word, but they are definitely the most tolerant and friendly people you can meet in Hogwarts."