Chapter 1690: ?Poor Harry

That night, the death knell sent Hermione, who was still full of faces of the dead after the battle, back to the Ravenclaw common room, let her go to play cats or read a book, and think about the shortcomings of the battle today.

Hermione had been silent after the battle, and she seemed to have reminisced, realizing that the things she killed tonight looked exactly like humans.

This is really exciting.

She wanted to be quiet now, so she bid farewell to the professor a little bit, grabbed her head and went back to the dormitory, as if complaining that she hadn't thought of this in advance.

Seeing the apprentice downturned, the professor smiled slightly. The exam is over. Tomorrow is the Academy Cup competition and the students taking the train home. It doesn't matter. Anyway, this year's champion is still Ravenclaw.

He didn't intend to sleep tonight, so he had to go to an expert to deal with the problem of the locket in his hand.

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

But Harry, who was imprisoned at his uncle’s house at the beginning of the vacation, was an exception. He didn’t want to take summer vacation at all. If it weren’t for the school’s regulations that every student must leave school during the vacation, he would even want to stay in Hogwarts. .

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

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

The cupboard couldn't fit at all, and his aunt had no choice but to let him move into the uppermost attic. This was the second year he had lived here, and there was nothing wrong with it except the leak.

It's just that the Dursleys still don't want to see him. The uncle and aunt treat him like monsters, and sometimes lock him in the bedroom.

Harry can only pass the time these days by writing and chatting with Ron. There is nothing serious about it, just ask the other party if he has eaten? What do you eat? Have you slept yet? What are you sleeping?

In short, there are some unreliable questions. Ron didn't reply quickly. He was busy playing on his own, and occasionally soothing Harry with some magic candies. This was the limit.

Ron hadn't answered the letter he wrote last night, and Harry felt that he was living like years.

After knowing that Sirius was his godfather, the boy who survived the catastrophe also hoped to be able to move out and live with him.

But the godfather himself was willing, but this proposal was rejected by the principal. For some reason, Dumbledore had a serious talk with Harry, specifically emphasizing that he should not be allowed to move out of the Dursley house completely.

Harry didn't know why, but he gave in shamelessly. Dumbledore's words were irresistible, and it was difficult for him to refuse any request when he became serious.

At this moment, Harry's locked door suddenly opened, and Sirius with fluttering hair walked in.

It's just that compared to the way he always smiled, he looks a little serious today, and rarely wears a black suit instead of the brown he usually wears.

"Harry, I want to take you to a funeral. Would you like to come?"

"who?"

Harry got up from the window. The room was so narrow that he could only get on the window sill by kneeling on the bed.

"My brother, he was unfortunately killed by Voldemort more than ten years ago. I only recently found his body with the help of Professor Wilson and Miss Granger."

Sirius answered his question, and he sat down on the head of the bed, not disgusting that Harry's sheets were dark.

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

"Are they bullying you again?" Sirius frowned, and while he reached into his clothes to get his wand, the other stood up as if to go downstairs.

Harry hurriedly stopped him, and the godfather had only been out of Azkaban for a year, but he couldn't go in again because of torturing Muggles.

Killing Muggles in the United States only requires labor education, but killing Muggles in the United Kingdom violates the wizarding law. This is what Harry heard Ginny say, as foreign news and new things he heard while playing in the common room. Ginny listened to Luna, and Luna listened to Hermione...

Sure enough, Miss Granger still cannot be avoided? Obviously people of the same age, how do you feel her shadow everywhere?

Harry sighed, but after all, the gap was too big to be even jealous. He put on his jacket, hugged Sirius' waist, and turned the subject away:

"How did you come here? Do you ride your flying motorcycle?"

"Riding the risk of being seen by Muggles in broad daylight? I'm not that stupid yet." Sirius was distracted and temporarily forgot to go downstairs to find the Dursleys to settle accounts: "I'm spending money on The Ministry of Magic found an acquaintance, and temporarily connected the fireplace of the house on Privet Road to the Floo net. I came from there."

Harry squeezed out a grudging smile, was it still illegal?

"The uncle must be terrified."

Sirius shrugged and withdrew his magic wand: "I don't know. When I came, their family was around the table, eating bacon, fried sausage and stewed steak for breakfast while watching Muggle... . By the way, watching TV, I said hello to them."

Harry recalled his breakfast again. It was just a piece of black bread and a glass of cold water, and he couldn't help but uttered the sound of not being able to eat grapes: "Eating so much meat in the morning is bad for your health..."

"Let's go, I will take you to the Broken Cauldron Bar for a bite to eat, and then go to Diagon Alley to find Professor Wilson, and we will go to the reserved place together.

Sirius could not help but feel a little distressed when he saw Harry secretly swallowing his saliva.

But compared to the boy’s puzzling, Dumbledore explained to Sirius why Harry could not leave here, because this is also a curse of love. As long as Harry treats this place as home, no one can Hurt him here.

Currently Voldemort doesn't know that he has destroyed so many Horcruxes, but he will eventually find out. You can't relax your vigilance now. Even if you think it is dead, the injured snake should be careful that it bounces and bites you.

"Is Miss Granger there too?" Harry rubbed his messy hair and pointed to his rumpled coat: "I can't see my classmates like this, and we are not allowed to cast spells outside the school. ."

"Clean up."

Sirius immediately understood that Harry was inferior. He smiled and used magic to clean up the godson.

But he also met Hermione himself, knowing that the gap between two peers cannot be made up by good hygiene habits. Harry will become a good wizard in the future, but Hermione is now better than most professors. .

Harry sniffed his body~www.NovelMTL.com~ Barely acceptable, he followed Sirius to the first floor, preparing to leave the Floo network.

When he came to the kitchen on the first floor, he found that the uncle's family of three seemed to be sluggish, everyone with their mouths open and looking at the direction of the fireplace with a frightened expression. Harry also saw Dali chewing halfway through his mouth. Mouthful of meat.

Harry vowed that if he were a bird, he would take the food from the other bird’s beak, but he wasn’t. He shook Sirius’ arm, who wanted to get into the fireplace: "Godfather, you used a petrification spell on them. ?"

"Oh, you reminded me that they wanted to scream when I greeted them. It was not good to attract Muggle neighbors in the morning, so I made them unable to move temporarily."

Sirius gave a mischievous smirk, but soon remembered the funeral and sighed:

"Let's go, Harry, they will be back to normal when the time is up, I don't think you would want the school professor to remember you being late?"

　　

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