Chapter 193 The third school year begins!

An air explosion suddenly sounded, breaking the silence of the neighborhood.

An extremely strange and scary face suddenly appeared in front of Harry and Tonks. Every inch of skin on his face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a large, crooked gash, and the place where his nose should be raised was missing.

The most terrifying thing is the eyes on the face——

One eye is small and black, while the other eye is large, a vivid bright blue, and it moves unblinkingly, turning up and down, left and right, completely in line with that eye. Only normal eyes are irrelevant.

Harry was startled and jumped back suddenly, almost falling again.

Fortunately, Tonks reacted quickly and pulled him again, which prevented his head from coming into close contact with the ground.

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"Instructor Moody, didn't Director Scrimgeour say that you should go home and retire?" Tonks looked at the visitor and asked with some surprise, "Why are you here in person again this time?"

She always felt that it was just a matter of sending a door key, and just arrange for a clerk to deliver it. There was no need for the legendary Auror from the Ministry of Magic who was about to retire to make the trip himself.

"You're not that coward like Fudge, who is afraid that something will happen to Harry Potter under Black's hands that will delay his political future." Moody cursed and said, his wooden leg clanking on the ground.

"Besides, I have never planned to retire. It's just that Scrimgeour and the other idiots are always clueless and think that I can no longer distinguish the difference between a normal handshake and deliberate murder, so they insist on letting me go back to retire!"

Scrimgeour and the wizards in the Auror office were actually right. After experiencing a lot of dangers in his career, Moody had already become a little paranoid and even overly delusional.

He always prepared all his food and drinks himself and drank only from a curved bottle that he carried with him in case anyone tried to poison him.

On April Fool's Day one year, a witch booed Moody behind her, and Moody, who was alerted by the sudden noise, overreacted and attacked her; another time, Moody thought he had received A birthday gift contained a cleverly disguised basilisk egg. He smashed it to pieces without thinking, and then discovered that it was a travel alarm clock...

However, Moody himself was not aware of his paranoia at all, and believed that Scrimgeour and the others were too lax.

"I've taught them a lesson so many times, but they just don't understand what it means to be 'always vigilant'!" he said loudly.

Moody handed an old teapot to Tonks angrily, then turned to look at Harry, "You are Harry Potter, right? Boy, go back and let your professors teach you how to manifest your followers, or else If you don't know anything like today, you will lose many opportunities to escape."

"Remember, always be vigilant!" His expression was quite stern, and combined with the ferocious face full of scars, it frightened Harry greatly.

Tonks didn't dare to say anything after taking the old teapot that had been turned into a portkey, for fear of drawing the legendary Auror's wrath on herself.

Harry and Tonks didn't notice at all that the big dog on the street became nervous in a rather anthropomorphic manner after seeing Moody, and moved sideways very gently without making a sound. .

But Moody's magic eye, which kept turning all the time, discovered the traces of the big black dog from behind.

He suddenly pulled out his wand and released a dazzling red light with lightning speed.

The big black dog was frightened, barked "bark", and rolled on the ground just right. It was quite lucky to escape Moody's curse.

"Instructor Moody, stop quickly, that's just a dog!" Tonks looked at Moody who was overreacting again, and hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed one of his arms.

"What's wrong with the dog? A wizard who is proficient in transfiguration can use human transformation to temporarily turn himself into a dog!" Moody stared at Tonks and said, "What if that dog is Sirius Black pretending to be a dog?" manage?"

Tonks couldn't convince her instructor, so she could only hold his arm and feel a little ashamed.

Director Scrimgeour was indeed right. Instructor Moody had a mental problem and could actually mistake a dog for Sirius! She secretly cursed.

It wasn't until the big black dog finally fled the street that Tonks finally let go of Moody's arm, fearing that he might accidentally hurt an innocent animal.

Harry was sweating on his forehead as he watched this scene. He felt a little guilty.

This resolute old Auror seems to be completely different from a young Auror like Tonks. If he is really arrested by the Ministry of Magic for casting spells outside the school, let alone sneaking out and wandering, I am afraid he will run away again. He was captured by this old Auror before he even had a chance to leave the street...

"Since you don't want to clean up the area, then go back to the Ministry of Magic." Moody was a little unhappy, and turned to educate Tonks, "Tonks, you have followed Scrimgeour's bad example, relax. Be careful!"

"Have you forgotten the knowledge I taught you? Anything suspicious around you must be destroyed immediately!" he said.

"Okay...I understand, Instructor Moody." Tonks responded weakly.

She lifted up the old teapot that Moody had given her, and placed Harry's hand on the lid of the teapot. Moody also reached out and grabbed the mouth of the old teapot.

After a period of dizziness, the three of them appeared together in a splendid hall.

The floor of the hall is a polished dark wooden floor. The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with sparkling golden symbols, which are constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

There are many gilded fireplaces embedded in the walls on both sides of the main hall: the one on the left is used for arriving at the Ministry of Magic, and the one on the right is used for leaving the Ministry of Magic.

At this time, occasionally the fireplace on the left would light up with bright green flames, and then members of the Ministry of Magic would come out of the fireplace.

Every member of the Ministry of Magic who passed by looked at the famous Harry curiously, and was surprised to want to come over and talk to him. But when they saw Moody next to Harry, their expressions immediately changed, and they walked towards the end of the hall to avoid him.

"Hey, can this portkey be sent directly to the Ministry of Magic?" Tonks looked around the splendid hall and asked with some surprise, "Doesn't the Ministry of Magic not allow portkeys to enter directly?"

"Fugit approved it," Moody explained gruffly. "The coward was afraid that Potter would have an accident on the road, so he had someone from the Portkey Office make it fresh."

Tonks nodded in realization.

At this moment, a fat wizard with a genial smile came from the distance to greet him from the end of the hall.

He was wearing a pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, and a long black cloak, and he laughed enthusiastically even though he was far away.

"Fudge is here. You two can argue with him here, and I'll leave first." Moody's face seemed a little unhappy when he saw the person coming, "I get upset every time I see his fat face."

He stamped his wooden foot, turned around and entered a fireplace on the right.

"You're here, Harry." Fudge turned a blind eye to Moody's actions and ignored him, looking directly at Harry. "How does it feel to be at the Ministry of Magic for the first time?"

"Um...it feels pretty good, but the portkey makes me a little dizzy." Harry said truthfully.

He raised his head and glanced at the current Minister of Magic, still feeling a little unreal and flattered.

"Haha, there is always a process of getting used to transportation like the Portkey." Fudge laughed twice, stretched out his hand and patted Harry's shoulder affectionately, "But for long-distance teleportation, the Portkey is better than the Phantom." Apparating is more comfortable."

As he got closer, Harry realized that although the Minister of Magic was smiling, there was some unconcealable tiredness and anxiety in his eyes.

Sirius's escape from prison did seem to cause him a lot of trouble.

"Tonks, thank you for bringing Harry here." Only then did Fudge realize that there was an Auror next to him, and then he remembered to encourage her, "You can go about your own business first, I'm still here I need to talk to Harry alone about something."

Tonks nodded noncommittally, said hello to Harry, and walked briskly towards the row of magic staircases at the end of the hall.

"Okay, Harry," Fudge said to Harry after Tonks left, "I'm not afraid you know that you made us panic. Running away from your aunt and uncle's house like this! I thought... …But luckily nothing happened to you, Blake’s actions don’t seem to be that fast.”

He pressed Harry's shoulders, pulled him into a special magic elevator, and pressed a button, "Now... you will be happy to hear how we solved the unfortunate problem of Miss Maggie being inflated. of--"

"A few hours ago, two members of the Incident Reversal Unit were ordered to Privet Drive. Miss Maggie has recovered and her memory has been adjusted. She will not remember today's event at all. That's the way it is, No harm was done," Fudge smiled kindly.

Even though he already knew that he would not be expelled from Hogwarts again, Harry still couldn't believe his ears when the Minister of Magic told him this in person.

He opened his mouth to say something grateful, but couldn't think of what to say, so he closed his mouth.

"Ah, you are worried about your aunt and uncle's reaction, right?" Fudge said, "Well, I don't deny that they are extremely angry, Harry, but as long as you stay at Hogwarts for Christmas and Easter, they will We are planning to let you go back next summer."

Harry's throat finally stopped feeling clogged.

"I'll spend Christmas and Easter at Hogwarts forever," he said. "I don't want to go back to Privet Drive again."

"Well, well, when you calm down, I'm sure you won't think so," Fudge said, with a worried tone in his voice. "They are your family after all, and I'm sure you...well, love each other deep down."

Harry did not correct Fudge's view, but followed him obediently out of the elevator door and towards a beautifully decorated office.

"Then what's left now is," Fudge pushed open the office door and gestured for Harry to sit on a sofa against the wall, "where will you spend the remaining two weeks of your vacation. I suggest you stay at the Ministry of Magic, here It’s the safest place there is.”

"No matter how lawless Sirius Black is, there is no way he can sneak into the most tightly guarded Ministry of Magic."

"These two are staying at the Ministry of Magic for the next week. Can't they go anywhere?" Harry asked.

"Of course, my boy." Fudge took off his pinstripe suit jacket and black cloak, threw them aside, and then sat down hurriedly opposite Harry, "You must understand the current situation, you are in danger, I You have to make sure you stay in a safe enough place."

"But isn't Hogwarts the safest place in the world?" Harry hesitated, always feeling that it was a bit scary to stay in such a strange place without any familiar people for two weeks.

So he asked: "I think I can return to Hogwarts early."

"Oh, Harry, Hogwarts is known as the safest place just because there is a person like Dumbledore." Harry's trust in Hogwarts made Fudge a little impatient, and he couldn't help but frown. Eyebrows, "Dumbledore is not in Hogwarts now, so I naturally can't let you return to this castle."

"Or I can ask Mr. Weiss to take me in." Harry quickly changed his mind.

"Don't be naive, Harry." Fudge shook his head, "Sirius Black is an extremely dangerous Death Eater, and you don't want to put Weiss's family in danger, right?"

Of course, Harry didn't know that the fundamental reason for Fudge's refusal was because he didn't want to give too much credit to Dumbledore's confidant, Arthur Weiss, and prevent him from continuing to be promoted in the Ministry of Magic.

Harry fell silent and said no more.

"Well, it seems that you don't want to stay at the Ministry of Magic." Fudge saw that Harry was in a depressed mood and forced out a kind smile again, "In that case, I can find you a room in the Leaky Cauldron, as long as You won’t leave Diagon Alley for two weeks..."

"Every entrance to Diagon Alley is strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic, and coupled with the guarding of some elite Aurors, I believe you can get enough security in the Leaky Cauldron!"

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So, in the remaining two weeks of this summer vacation, Harry gained unprecedented freedom in the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley.

He had never been able to sleep whenever he wanted and eat whenever he wanted. Now he can even go anywhere he wants, as long as it's in Diagon Alley, a long, cobbled street lined with some of the most fascinating magic shops in the world.

This kind of freedom even made him feel a little unsatisfied when he boarded the Hogwarts Express at platform nine and three-quarters.

Finally, the train blew its whistle.

The third school year is about to begin!

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