Hogwarts: Who uses a crowbar in wizard duels?

"Come on, welcome home, Harry."

Sirius took Harry to their new home, a five-story apartment building just three kilometers from the station.

Yes, the entire building belongs to him.

Some time ago, he contacted Arthur Weasley and asked him to help him find this apartment building that was for sale.

Mr. Weasley works at the Ministry of Magic and had met Sirius Black long ago. He was also very happy that Sirius Black had been exonerated.

Later, Sirius approached him and asked him to help find a big house, and Mr. Weasley was very willing to help.

Central London is filled with high-rise buildings, and there are few detached houses nearby, so you can only buy apartments.

He originally wanted to hire a renovation team to turn this place into a single building, unlike apartment buildings where each room is separate.

Unfortunately, time doesn't allow it, so we'll have to leave it like this for the time being during the holiday. We'll just find a room and convert it into a living room, leaving everything else unchanged. We'll arrange a major renovation when Harry goes back to school.

Harry was shocked to see that the entire building was his home.

Clearly, he had no clear understanding of the wealth he possessed; he thought he could buy it too.

"Although it's not decorated to my liking yet, it will be in the future."

"Harry, go pick a room you like, and then you can decorate it however you want."

Sirius winked at Harry, who immediately ran inside excitedly.

Although it wasn't renovated yet, it wasn't old either; it was just a very ordinary Muggle building with four rooms on each floor, and the layouts were all similar.

It looks like it has been home to many people before, as each room has a different style.

In the end, Harry chose the outermost room on the fifth floor, where he could see the street outside through the window.

He plans to have Kevin and the others live on the fifth floor so they can go up to the rooftop together.

He is full of expectations for the future, for his family and friends.

Sirius Black came up at that moment and looked at the room Harry had chosen.

"Good taste. Actually, I wanted to stay here at first, but then I thought it would be too much trouble to go up and down the stairs, so I chose a room on the first floor."

"Sirius, this place is so big, won't it be a lot of trouble to clean?"

Harry then asked the question he had been wanting to ask: honestly, the two of them didn't really need such a big place to live.

"Um... okay, actually I haven't thought about this yet."

Sirius pretended to think for a moment, then decided to start.

"..."

"Sirius, I know a friend who is a free house-elf. I can ask him to help."

"But he's different from the other elves. He gets paid for his work. I can pay him, so could he live here too and help with the cleaning?"

Harry then thought of Dobby.

Since Dobby gained his freedom last year, he has had to support himself.

However, he always demanded a higher salary for his work, so no one wanted him, which resulted in him being unable to find a job.

So Harry wanted to find Dobby a job, a win-win situation for both of them.

"Oh? A little elf who asks for wages? I've never seen anything like it before."

Sirius seemed quite surprised when he heard about this.

Because serving wizards was ingrained in their very being, this was the first time he had ever seen such a "rebellious" elf.

He likes things that are outrageous and rebellious.

"Harry, you are also the master of this house, and you have the right to arrange things as you like."

"But at the same time, you need to learn to take responsibility for your own arrangements. You should understand what I mean."

Sirius Black not only affirmed Harry's abilities but also taught him.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Sirius."

Harry nodded, saying that he felt both unfamiliar with and fond of this feeling.

At school, the care and advice from friends and the encouragement and guidance from professors felt different from what Sirius Black gave me.

This is a true example of parenting from one's own elders, a kind of education with a fatherly feel.

Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder: "Alright, you can arrange the elf matter yourself."

"Oh, by the way, those kids can come and stay whenever they want, you can make the arrangements with them yourself."

After saying that, Sirius left, telling Harry to tidy up his room. It was a fairly large room, about 70 or 80 square meters, with four rooms on one floor. Including the common area, the room was about 300 square meters.

A five-story building is indeed difficult to manage, so having a little elf is a good idea.

Afterwards, Sirius took Harry out shopping and eating, and also bought some daily necessities.

As they were strolling around, Sirius Black ran off to a secluded spot, transformed into a big black dog, and then disappeared off to run wild somewhere.

In the end, Harry was left shopping alone, experiencing both pain and joy. He couldn't carry many things, so he arranged for them to be delivered to his door.

There's no way around it; ever since he got free, Sirius Black has to turn into a big dog and go out to roam every day.

He absolutely loved this free air.

......

For the next period of time, life was very peaceful. After returning to the Muggle world, Kevin and Hermione would occasionally go out shopping.

In this rapidly changing world, every now and then, the Muggle world manages to come up with something new and interesting.

Although Kevin didn't study with Professor Snape this year, he still frequently researched new spells.

He also conceived a spell that combined solidification, lightening, magical attachment, and attribute attachment.

Then he can use a crowbar to break other people's spells directly, without having to carry a wand all the time.

He now knows quite a few wandless spells; the wand is only used to make his spellcasting smoother, and also to cast spells to launch people into the air.

If he could imbue a crowbar with magic, he could use it to knock away other people's spells.

Once he gains the attribute bonus, he can grab a crowbar and chase after people, leaving a trail of sparks and lightning.

While a crowbar isn't absolutely necessary, it is certainly more convenient to use.

However, he didn't have any strong opponents to give him a chance this year, but he should have some next year.

If all else fails, try your hand at Professor Snape.

"Kevin, it's Harry's Hedway who's sent a message."

After Hermione and Kevin finished dinner that evening, Hermione was leaning against Kevin while reading a book; she had gotten used to being close to Kevin by now.

However, a white owl suddenly flew in today, carrying a letter in its beak.

Kevin waved his hand, and the letter flew into his hand.

Kevin learned to cast some convenient spells silently and without a wand.

Take this flying spell, for example.

Upon opening the envelope, it read, "To Kevin and Hermione..."

The gist of it is that he has made all the arrangements for the new house, and they can come over to visit anytime.

Sirius also mentioned that they would need to pitch their own tents when they arrived, and hoped Kevin would bring the same tent they had used before.

"Harry's preparations are pretty quick, but let's stick to what we agreed on and go a week before."

After Kevin finished reading, he made a suggestion to Hermione.

Hermione had no objection. Although she had a lot of fun going there, she preferred living in her own little home with Kevin.

Hermione then wrote back to Harry, agreeing to visit him again in a week.

Kevin's gaze suddenly wandered as he watched Hermione writing a letter while hunched over the low table.

Hermione had her hair up, revealing her alluring and beautiful nape.

This alluring view extended all the way to her slightly wide collar, making Kevin's mind wander to what lay beneath it.

Hermione seems to have grown up a bit...

Ugh, am I getting old enough to start thinking about all sorts of random things...?

The soul is forty years old, but the body is at the age of hormonal explosion.

Kevin shook his head vigorously, and reason prevailed once again.

The next second, Hermione stretched out a big yawn.

As Hermione moved, her cute little belly was revealed.

Reason: Goodbye!

Kevin, as if possessed, reached out and poked Hermione's stomach.

It's soft and the skin is very delicate.

"ah!"

However, this action startled Hermione, who quickly grabbed the hand that was poking her stomach.

"You, Kevin, what are you doing..."

Hermione blushed. It was the first time Kevin had touched her body through her clothes, even though it was only her stomach, but she still felt flustered.

"Uh, no, no, I just couldn't resist poking it a little to test the feel..."

Kevin's hand was grabbed by Hermione, and he suddenly came to his senses.

Feeling like he'd been caught doing something wrong, Kevin blushed and said awkwardly, not daring to look at Hermione.

"...Are you an idiot...testing the feel..." Hermione said reproachfully, looking at Kevin who had turned his head away.

But she suddenly realized that Kevin's hand was being held down by her and was now pressed on her stomach.

His hands were so big, and they felt warm against my stomach.

"...So, how does it feel?" Hermione asked softly, her head lowered and her voice trembling slightly.

"Uh...not bad?"

Kevin hadn't expected Hermione to ask that, and instinctively answered honestly.

"Idiot." Hermione smiled.

She tightened her grip slightly, causing Kevin's large hand to press tightly against her stomach.

"I...I haven't been feeling well lately...could you massage my stomach for me..."

Hermione blushed and didn't dare look at Kevin, speaking softly.

"Huh? Uh... Oh!" Kevin was stunned for a moment.

What does Hermione mean by this? Does she allow me to touch her belly?

And those familiar lines—aren't they the lines I shamelessly begged Hermione for back then?

And so a strange scene unfolded.

Hermione the Duck sat on the carpet and leaned over the low table in the hall to write a letter.

Kevin sat behind her, gently rubbing Hermione's belly.

He could feel Hermione's body trembling slightly, and her ears turning bright red.

The temperature in my stomach continued to rise.

It seems like they've both awakened some strange fetish.

......

When Harry received Hermione's reply, he opened the letter and read it.

The first few sentences were normal, with neat handwriting, and they just talked about her and Kevin's plan.

However, what Harry couldn't understand was that there were dozens of more sentences following.

The handwriting was crooked and looked like scribbles, and it contained a lot of nonsensical nonsense.

The following was probably written by Kevin with his feet...