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Chapter 1690: Poor Harry


That night, Deathstroke first sent Hermione, whose mind was still full of the faces of the dead after the battle, back to the Ravenclaw common room, and asked her to pet the cat or read a book by herself, and think about the shortcomings of today's battle.Hermione, who had been silent since the battle, seemed to be coming back to her senses, recognizing that the things she had killed tonight looked exactly like humans.It's really exciting.She wanted to be quiet now, so she said goodbye to the professor with some whims, and went back to the dormitory with her head scratched, as if to complain about how she hadn't thought of this beforehand.Looking at the apprentice's dejected appearance, the professor smiled slightly, the exam is over, tomorrow is the evaluation of the Academy Cup and the students taking the train home, it doesn't matter, anyway, this year's champion is still Ravenclaw.He didn't plan to sleep tonight, so he had to go to an expert to deal with the locket box in his hand.Summer vacation is something to look forward to for every student, and of course, they often forget how they looked forward to the start of school at the end of the previous year's summer vacation.But Harry, who was imprisoned in his uncle's house at the beginning of the vacation, was an exception, he didn't want to have a summer vacation at all, and if it weren't for the school's rule that every student had to leave the school during the holidays, he would even want to live at Hogwarts all the time.It was the morning of the third day of the holiday, and he was lying on the windowsill in the cramped attic looking out, waiting for Hedwig to come back with the letter.The small room was originally used to store Dalí's toys, but since his second year, Harry's size has grown rapidly after gym workouts.The cupboard was completely unfit for him, and his aunt had no choice but to let him move into the attic on the top floor, which was already his second year of living here, and there was nothing bad except for the rain leakage.It's just that the Desleys still don't like him, and his uncle and aunt treat him like monsters, sometimes locking him in his bedroom.Harry can only pass the time by writing letters and chatting with Ron these days, and there is nothing serious about it, just ask the other party if he has eaten?

What do you eat?

Did you sleep?

What do you sleep on?

Anyway, it's some unreliable questions, Ron doesn't reply quickly, he's busy playing with himself, and occasionally comfortingly brings Harry some magic candy, that's the limit.Ron hadn't replied to the letter he had written last night, and Harry felt like he was living his days.The boy who never died also wanted to move out of here and live with him after learning that Sirius was his godfather.However, the Godfather himself was willing, but this suggestion was rejected by the Headmaster, and for some reason, Dumbledore talked to Harry once in all seriousness, specifically emphasizing that he was not allowed to move out of the Desley house completely.Harry didn't know why, but he gave in shamefully, Dumbledore's words had an irresistible power, and it was hard to refuse any of his requests when he became serious.Just then, Harry's locked door suddenly opened, and Sirius, with long hair, walked in.It's just that compared to the way he always smiled in the past, he looked a little serious today, and rarely wore a black suit instead of the brown he usually wore."

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

Who's?"

Harry climbed up from the window, the room was so cramped that he had to kneel on the bed to get on the windowsill."

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

Sirius answered his question, and sat down on the edge of the bed without hating Harry's sheets."

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 breathe." ”"They're bullying you again?"

Sirius's eyebrows furrowed, and he reached into his clothes to get his wand on one side as if he was going downstairs.Harry quickly stopped him, the godfather had only been out of Azkaban for a year, and he couldn't go in again for torturing Muggles.Killing a Maje in the United States only requires labor education, while killing Muggles in the United Kingdom is a violation of wizarding law, which is still Harry listened to Ginny, as a foreign sight and news he heard while playing in the common room, and Ginny listened to Luna, and Luna listened to Hermione, and Miss Granger still can't get around it?

is obviously a peer, how do you feel that there is her shadow everywhere?

Harry sighed, but after all, the gap was too big for even jealousy to rise, he put on his coat, hugged Sirius's waist, and diverted the subject: "How did you get here?"

Ride your skybike?

”"Riding that in broad daylight at the risk of being seen by Muggles?

I'm not that stupid yet. ”Sirius was distracted, forgetting for a moment that he wanted to go downstairs to settle accounts with the Desleys: "I paid an acquaintance at the Ministry of Magic to temporarily connect the fireplace of the house on Privet Road to Floo Net, and I came from there. ”Harry squeezed out a forced smile, is it really a means of breaking the law?"

Uncle, they must be terrified."

Sirius shrugged and withdrew his wand, "I don't know, when I came, the family was around the table, eating bacon and sausage stew steak for breakfast, watching Muggles, watching TV, I greeted them." ”Harry thought back to his breakfast, which was just a piece of black bread and a glass of cold water, and couldn't help but make a sound that he couldn't eat grapes: "It's not good for your health to eat so much meat in the morning" "Let's go, I'll take you to the Leaky Cauldron for a bite to eat first, and then go to Professor Wilson in Diagon Alley, and we'll go to the booked place together." ”Sirius saw Harry secretly swallowing his saliva, and naturally thought of his usual treatment, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed.But compared to the boy's incomprehension, Dumbledore explained to Sirius why Harry couldn't leave here, because it was also a curse of love, and as long as Harry still regarded this place as his home, then no one could hurt him here.Voldemort didn't know that he had destroyed so many Horcruxes, but he would eventually find out, and now he can't let his guard down, even if you think the injured snake is dead, watch out for it to bounce up and bite you."

Is Miss Granger there too?"

Harry rubbed his messy hair and pointed to his crumpled coat, "I can't meet my classmates like this, and we underage wizards aren't allowed to cast spells outside of school. ”"Clean it up."

Little Wolf immediately understood that Harry had low self-esteem, and he smiled and used magic to clean up his godson.But he had seen Hermione himself, and knew that the gap between the two peers was not something that good hygiene could make up, and Harry would be a good wizard in the future, but Hermione was now better than most professors.Harry sniffed his own scent, barely acceptable, and followed Sirius to the first floor, ready to leave the Floo Net.When he reached the kitchen on the first floor, he found that his uncle's family of three seemed to be sluggish, each with their mouths open, still looking in the direction of the fireplace with a frightened expression, and Harry also saw that Dali's mouth was full of half-chewed meat.Harry swore that if he were a bird, he would steal food from the other bird's beak, but he wasn't, and he shook Sirius's arm that wanted to burrow into the fireplace: "Godfather, did you use a petrification charm on them?"

”"Oh, you reminded me that they wanted to scream when I greeted them, and it wasn't good to attract Muggle neighbors in the morning, so I kept them immobilized for a while."

Sirius smiled like a prank, but quickly remembered the funeral and sighed, "Let's go, Harry, they'll be back to normal when the time comes, I don't think you want the professors at school to remember you being late, do you?"