Chapter 1691

That night, the death knell sent Hermione, who still had the faces of the dead in her mind after the battle, back to the Ravenclaw common room, and asked her to roll a cat or read a book by herself to think about the shortcomings in today's battle.

Hermione remained as like as two peas in the battle, and he seemed to have gone back to the taste of what he had killed tonight.

It's really exciting.

She wanted to be quiet now, so she said goodbye to the professor, grabbed her head and went back to the dormitory, as if complaining that she had not thought of it in advance.

Looking at the apprentice's dejected appearance, the professor smiles. The exam is over. Tomorrow is the contest of the College Cup and the students are going home by train. It's no matter. Anyway, this year's champion is Raven crow.

He didn't plan to go to bed tonight. He had to go to an expert to deal with the pendant box.

The summer vacation is worth looking forward to for every student. Of course, they often forget how they looked forward to the beginning of school at the end of the last summer vacation.

But Harry, who was imprisoned in his uncle's house at the beginning of the holiday, did not want to have a summer vacation. He even wanted to live in Hogwarts all the time if it wasn't for the school rules that every student had to leave school during the holiday.

It was the morning of the third day of the holiday, and he was lying on the windowsill in the small attic, looking out, waiting for Hedwig to bring the letter back.

This small room was originally used to store Dali's toys, but since the second grade, Harry's size has grown rapidly after physical education.

The cupboard could not live at all, and his aunt had no choice but to let him move into the top loft. This was the second year he had lived here. Besides the leakage of rain, there was nothing bad.

But the Dursleys were still so indifferent to him that his uncle and aunt treated him like a monster and sometimes locked him in the bedroom.

Harry can only kill time by writing and chatting with Ron these days. There's nothing serious, just asking if he's eaten? What did you eat? Do you fell asleep? Sleeping what?

In short, there are some unreliable questions. Ron doesn't reply quickly. He is busy playing by himself. Occasionally, he brings some magic candy to Harry. This is the limit.

Ron hasn't answered the letter he wrote last night, and Harry feels like a year.

After knowing Sirius is his godfather, the boy also hopes to move out of here and live with each other.

However, the godfather himself was willing, but this proposal was rejected by the headmaster. Dumbledore seriously talked to Harry once, emphasizing that he was not allowed to move out of the Dursleys completely.

Harry didn't know why, but he still gave in shamefully. There was an irresistible force in Dumbledore's words. It was hard for him to refuse any request when he became serious.

Just then, Harry's locked door was suddenly opened, and Sirius with long hair came in.

However, compared with the usual smiling appearance, today he seems a little serious and rarely wears a black suit instead of the brown one he usually wears.

"Harry, I'm going to take you to a funeral. Would you like to come?"

"Whose?"

Harry got up from the window. The room was so narrow that he had to kneel on the bed to get to the windowsill.

"My brother, who was killed by Voldemort more than a decade ago, was recently found with the help of Professor Wilson and Miss Granger."

Sirius answered his question, but Harry's bedspread was black and sat down at the head of the bed.

"I'll go." Harry took his coat off the nail behind the door: "I'll go anywhere as long as I can get out of here and get some air."

"They bullied you again?" Sirius's eyebrows wrinkled. He reached into his clothes to get his wand, while he stood up as if to go downstairs.

Harry quickly stopped him, and the godfather came out of Azkaban for a year, but he could not enter again because of torture Muggles.

In the United States, only labor education is needed to kill a pheasant, while killing Muggles in Britain is against the law of witchcraft. This is what Harry heard from Ginny, as what he heard from foreign countries while playing in the public lounge. Ginny listened to Luna and Luna listened to Hermione...

is it really impossible to get around Miss Granger? It's my age. How can I feel her shadow everywhere?

Harry sighed, but after all, the gap was so big that he couldn't even feel jealous. He put on his coat, hugged Sirius by the waist and diverted the topic:

"how did you get here? Riding your skybike? "

"Riding that in the daytime at the risk of being seen by Muggles? I'm not that stupid Sirius was distracted and forgot to go downstairs to settle accounts with the Dursleys: "I spent money to find an acquaintance in the Ministry of magic, and temporarily connected the fireplace of the house on Privet Drive to the flying road network, where I came from."Harry squeezed out a reluctant smile. Was it really a crime?

"Uncle, they must have been terrified."

Sirius shrugged and took back his wand. "I don't know. When I came, they were sitting around the table eating bacon sausages stewed steak for breakfast and watching Muggles and what... By the way, watching TV, I said hello to them."

Harry recalled his breakfast, which was just a piece of black bread and a glass of cold water. He could not help but make a voice that he couldn't eat grapes: "it's bad for your health to eat so much meat in the morning...

" let's go. I'll take you to the cauldron bar to have something to eat, and then go to Diagon Alley to find Professor Wilson. We'll go to the reserved place together. "

Sirius saw Harry swallowing in secret, and naturally thought of his usual treatment, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

However, compared with the boy, Dumbledore explained to Sirius why Harry can't leave here, because this is also a magic spell of love. As long as Harry still regards this place as home, no one can hurt him here.

At present, Voldemort doesn't know how many Horcruxes he has destroyed, but he will eventually find out. Don't let your guard down now. Even if you think the snake is dead, you should be careful that it bounces up and bites you.

"Is Miss Granger there, too?" Harry rubbed his messy hair and pointed to his wrinkled coat. "I can't see my classmates like this. We teenage wizards are not allowed to practice outside school."

"Clean up."

Sirius immediately understood that Harry was inferiority complex, he laughed and used magic to clean up the Godson.

But he has seen Hermione himself. He knows that the gap between his two peers is not something that can be made up by good hygiene habits. Harry will become a good wizard in the future, but Hermione is better than most professors now.

Harry smelled his own smell, barely acceptable, and he followed Sirius to the first floor, ready to leave from the road network.

When he came to the kitchen on the first floor, he found that his uncle's family of three seemed to be sluggish. Everyone's mouth was open, and their expressions of terror were still looking in the direction of the fireplace. Harry also saw Dali's mouth full of half chewed meat.

Harry vowed that if he was a bird, he would take the food from the other bird's mouth, but he was not. He shook Sirius's arm as he tried to get into the fireplace: "godfather, did you use a petrifaction curse on them?"

"Oh, you remind me that when I say hello to them, they want to scream. It's not good to attract Muggle neighbors in the morning, so I'll let them stop moving for a while."

Sirius had a mischievous smile, but soon remembered the funeral and sighed:

"come on, Harry, it's time for them to return to normal. I don't think you'd like the professor at school to remember you're late?"

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