Chapter 232 When uncle meets godfather

Harry lay stiffly on the bed, breathing heavily.

The dream just now was so vivid that he couldn't tell whether it was reality or not.

He stretched out a hand and pressed it firmly on his forehead. Under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar burned with pain, as if someone had just pressed a fire-heated wire against his skin.

Harry sat up, put on his glasses, and tried his best to recall the scene in his dream——

Everything was so realistic... There was a terrifying figure that was so familiar that he could recognize it at a glance, and there were two unknown figures, one older and one younger... He frowned, concentrated his thoughts, and tried his best to remember...

A dim room appeared in front of him... In front of the fireplace sat the hideous Voldemort with no hair and no nose. Harry had seen that face countless times in hallucinations caused by dementors.

The younger one was very respectful to Voldemort and was probably a Death Eater. He and Voldemort were discussing some plan. As for the old man who finally appeared outside the door, he was brutally killed by Voldemort using the Death Curse...

Thinking like this, Harry walked aimlessly to the window, opened the curtains, and looked blankly at the street below.

Privet Drive looked exactly like an ordinary suburban street on a Sunday morning, with few lights and tightly drawn curtains on both sides.

The sky was still dark overall, but a hint of fish belly white gradually turned up in the distance, preventing the street from completely falling into darkness.

Harry suddenly felt unstoppable panic.

Subconsciously, he felt that his dream was something that really happened... If this thing really happened, it would only prove that Voldemort had returned, and an innocent old man had been killed in reality.

Not only that, but the Death Eaters have already reunited with Voldemort, and the two are discussing a plan, and this plan is most likely made for Harry...

Harry's face turned pale unconsciously.

He turned on the desk lamp, took out a piece of parchment and a quill from his suitcase, and wanted to write down last night's dream and send it to Sirius.

Fortunately, whether it was because of Uncle Vernon's conscience or because the name of Sirius, a wanted criminal, really frightened him, Harry was relatively free during this summer vacation.

His belongings were not locked in a cupboard as in previous years, and Hedwig was allowed to fly out of her cage, allowing him to deliver messages to his godfather and friends.

When Harry wrote "Dear Sirius" on the top of the parchment, suddenly a long-missed face appeared in the window of his room.

"Hey, Harry! Are you writing to me?"

Harry raised his head and saw a head of beautiful black hair and a pair of striking gray eyes at first glance. He couldn't help but show an expression of surprise.

"Sirius! Why are you here? Aren't you afraid of being seen by Muggles?" Harry asked excitedly.

Sirius grabbed the guardrail by the window with one hand, picked up the broomstick under him with the other hand, and jumped in from the window.

"Of course I won't be seen by those Muggles. If you ask me, Dumbledore is just too careful." He said, "I only need to use a simple disembodiment spell to avoid all Muggles." Sight.”

As he spoke, he placed the broomstick against the wall, then smiled and hugged Harry.

"What's the matter? What do you want from me?" Sirius asked gently.

"It's nothing...just, my scar hurts a little." Harry moved his lips and whispered.

He didn't feel it when he wrote the letter before, but now when he told Sirius face to face about the pain of his scar, he felt like an injured child looking for comfort from his parents.

"The scar hurts?" Sirius frowned, "Is it the scar Voldemort left on you?"

"Yes." Harry nodded slightly, "I also had a nightmare, dreaming that Voldemort was back and he killed an innocent Muggle..."

Sirius' originally playful expression gradually turned serious.

"Harry, Dumbledore mentioned to me that there may be a secret connection between you and Voldemort." He said, "So I think this matter is not that simple. We need to ask Dumbledore." ask."

"Um... Actually, there's no need to bother Principal Dumbledore, right?" Harry hesitated.

"No, this matter is very important. If Voldemort really comes back, we must be prepared in advance!" Sirius said seriously, "And it is easy to verify. Just check whether there were any Muggles who were strange last night. Just die.”

At this moment, the door to Harry's room was suddenly pushed open heavily.

"Boy, why are you talking to yourself here at night when you're not sleeping? We're still sleeping if you're not sleeping!" Uncle Vernon, who was so big that he could barely fit through the door, roared, "I think it's me who's doing this to you during the summer vacation. I'm too indulgent, I've spoiled you..."

Uncle Vernon finally squeezed through the door. When he saw Sirius for the first time, the words he was about to say suddenly got stuck in his throat.

"You, you are...B-Black..." His face turned red and he stammered, "That Sirius Black...Black!"

Uncle Vernon was so impressed by this face that for a while, every time he looked at the newspaper, he would see the photo of this notorious wanted criminal on the first few pages.

Not only that, he also imagined that he would find Sirius Black and collect a large bounty!

But Vernon never expected that Harry actually had a wanted man as his godfather, and that this godfather even came to his home!

He originally thought that Harry was making up nonsense, so he restrained himself a little just to be safe, and didn't go as far as he did before...

‘Fortunately, there is a fine line in doing things. ’ Vernon thought to himself.

But now there is another problem, that is, he was just woken up by Harry's voice. He got up and got angry. He shouted a few words at Harry, but he just happened to bump into the muzzle of Sirius' gun...

Uncle Vernon felt like his life was in danger.

"Are you my godson's uncle?" Sirius glanced at Vernon, his expression full of free and uninhibited arrogance, "I heard you tell me that you were too indulgent to my godson this summer, so what did you do originally? "

Cold sweat started to flow from Vernon's forehead instantly.

"No... no, I didn't, absolutely not!" He said tremblingly, "I was just joking with Harry. After all, I am his uncle and we are close!"

"But why did I hear Harry say... you have always been very bad to him since he was a child?" Sirius said coldly, "Look at Harry's clothes, the sleeves can fit his thighs , those are clearly what your fat pig-like son wears!"

"Mr... Mr. Black, I'm going to buy Harry one right away... No! I'm going to buy ten sets of new clothes, and I won't let him wear Dudley's old clothes anymore!" Vernon patted his chest. said.

"Tsk, then you have to hurry up, I will see Harry wearing brand new clothes in ten minutes." Sirius sneered.

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away!" Vernon said while stepping back, nodding and bowing, "You two godfather and godson will chat first..."

He was so large that he bumped into the door frame when he backed up to the door.

Uncle Vernon's expression twitched with pain, and then he hurriedly left the terrifying room and ran downstairs quickly.

But instead of buying clothes for Harry as he promised, he picked up the phone with trembling hands and called the police station.

"Dudu——"

While Vernon waited anxiously, the call was answered.

"Hello, this is Little Whinging Police Station..."

Before the words were finished, Vernon quickly said: "Listen, this is No. 4 Privet Drive... The wanted criminal, Sirius Black, is at my house now. Hurry up. If someone comes and arrests him, I will hold him back as long as possible!"

"Wait a moment, sir, don't worry." A calm voice came over the phone, "I want to confirm that Sirius Black is indeed at No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. ,Is it right?"

"That's right, come here quickly! Move quickly, understand?" Vernon growled in a low voice.

He hung up the phone and looked back guiltily. Fortunately, Sirius Black did not follow.

Then, he painfully took out some cash from his wallet, intending to buy some random clothes for Harry first.

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone suddenly rang again, startling Uncle Vernon.

"Hey, who is it? I'm telling you, I'm not free right now!" He picked up the phone and growled angrily.

"Sir, this is the Little Whinging Police Department."

"What? Are you here so soon?" Vernon asked in surprise.

"No, please calm down a little first." The voice on the phone said, "I just confirmed that Sirius Black has been arrested, and the person who is in your home now may just be a person who looks very similar to him. .”

"How is that possible!" Vernon yelled, "I'm sure he is Sirius Black! It can't be wrong!"

"Sir, I understand your fear, but Sirius Black has indeed been captured and brought back."

"But……"

Just then, a thin, handsome figure appeared behind Vernon, with an arrogant smile on his face.

"Mr. Dursley, is this what you call going shopping for clothes?" Sirius said playfully.

Vernon hung up the phone abruptly.

"I...I just..." He stammered for a long time, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Wait a minute, you are not Sirius Black, you are just someone who looks very similar to him. Right? The wanted criminal has been arrested..."

"Huh? After talking to the police for so long, you came to this conclusion?" Sirius sneered.

"Harry, this is another thing I want to tell you. Dumbledore has helped me solve the wanted order on the Muggle side."

He turned his head and looked at Harry, "The Ministry of Magic has contacted the Muggle Prime Minister. They said that Sirius Black has been captured and returned to prison, and I am just a person with a very similar face to him."

Harry had a look of surprise on his face.

"Really?" he shouted excitedly, "Does this mean that I can live with you in the future?"

"It should be no problem. I'll ask Dumbledore again later." Sirius smiled gently.

Uncle Vernon listened to the conversation between the two people and became more and more frightened.

According to what they both meant, that is to say, the man standing in front of him who claimed to be Harry's godfather turned out to be Sirius Black!

And the so-called "Ministry of Magic" eliminated his charges, causing the Muggle police station to think that the man at No. 4 Privet Drive now was just a man who looked very similar to the wanted criminal!

"Are you...are you really Sirius Black?" Uncle Vernon asked tremblingly.

"Yes, do you still need me to prove something to you?" Sirius took out his wand and conjured a knife in his other hand, "Or... you want to try the viciousness of the murderer yourself? Woolen cloth?"

His expression became sinister and crazy, as if he had just escaped from Azkaban.

Uncle Vernon was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, every piece of fat on his body trembling.

"Please... don't kill me, no, I will definitely treat Harry well in the future..."

His pleas for mercy finally woke up Aunt Peggy and Dudley Dursley.

The two of them came out of the room, their eyes widening in shock at Uncle Vernon's actions.

"Vernon, what are you doing?!" Aunt Peggy scolded sternly, "Are you setting such an example in front of your son!"

Vernon was so anxious that he almost cried. He reluctantly raised his hand and pointed to Peggy the solemn figure standing in front of him.

Paige looked in that direction inexplicably, and then she let out a deafening scream.

"Little…Sirius Black!"

At the same time, Dudley screamed in horror along with his mother.

Seeing the ugly behavior of this family, Sirius's eyes flashed with a smile and he winked at Harry.

Harry smiled knowingly.

"Sirius, they are my relatives after all, you'd better not kill them," he said.

In fact, Harry's acting skills are not good at all, and he can't even hide the smile in his eyes.

But the Dursleys had no time to notice these details, they were just immersed in the fear of facing a wanted criminal.

"Thank you... thank you, Harry, I swear we will treat you well in the future." Vernon hurriedly raised his finger to the sky and promised confidently.

Aunt Peggy nodded again and again.

"Okay, for the sake of my godson, I will spare your lives today." Sirius also retracted the serious look on his face, "I will come over to visit my godson at any time in the future. I hope you can keep your promise!"

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