Chapter 369 Their Holiday

"Should we go for a walk?"

In the house on Privet Drive, Harry asked Sirius worriedly.

They hadn't left the house for almost five days, and he was a little worried about his godfather's health.

"Want to go for a walk?"

Sirius put down the controller and thought for a moment, "Dobby, there is no need to prepare our meals for lunch today. We plan to take care of it at the restaurant outside!"

"Okay, Mr. Black."

After a slight explosion, Dobby appeared in the living room and answered.

"Where should we eat today? Or let's go to the children's playground - that's what it should be called?"

Sirius turned to look at Harry, "You know, Dumbledore told me that I can't take you too far or for too long before you reach adulthood. In fact, I really want to take you to see the whole world... "

"This is good enough."

"It's always a little bit worse... To be honest, I should take you to see my office, but Dumbledore doesn't allow it..."

Sirius scratched his head, and then shouted upstairs, "Moony, stop busy with your research, we are going out to eat!"

"Wait a minute - there is another question, I just need to finish this!"

Lupine's voice came calmly from upstairs. About five minutes later, he got dressed and came downstairs. His eyes were still a little tired, "Good morning, Padfoot, Harry."

"You're totally depraved, Lupin."

Sirius said in a regretful voice.

"The summer vacation has begun, and you are still obsessed with the test papers. You even plan to take advantage of the vacation to get some more papers..."

"We just have summer vacation and you don't, Padfoot."

Lupine dealt with it easily, paying no attention to Sirius's accusations about the test papers.

"Summer vacation is basically only for students and professors," Lupine responded while asking Harry if his hat fit, "and detectives like you don't have summer vacation. You just leave your work and come back to rest. .”

"That's better than a professor who is still thinking about giving extra homework to next year's students during the holidays."

Sirius countered with disdain - he was the only one in his office, and he had no sense of guilt at all.

…

Harry was speechless for a while as he watched. Originally, he was a little scared when Lupine came over - not everyone can accept their professor coming to live in the same house with them.

But now he has discovered that the two of them are just perfect...well, he doesn't know how to describe it, but the quarrel between the two doesn't feel like a quarrel at all.

"Let's go, let's go eat!"

Sirius opened the door and walked out immediately. The dazzling sunlight forced him to briefly squint his eyes and lower his head.

"Where are you going today? I remember that when Dobby was receiving the mail yesterday, he found a flyer for a newly opened French restaurant - Muggles say that French food is the only thing worth mentioning in France."

"Padfoot!"

Lupine raised his voice a little, making Sirius realize his mistake - he should have tried not to say words that sounded strange to Muggle ears.

"Just once...just."

Sirius said nonchalantly.

Apparently Lupine thought so too. The three of them walked out of Privet Drive laughing and joking. Harry took a taxi and they headed to the newly opened French restaurant together.

About two hours later, the taxi took the three people back to Privet Drive.

"When Harry starts school, I will take the Muggle driver's license exam!"

Sirius was walking and talking while carrying a large bag of snacks - this was what they purchased after the meal.

Harry was carrying a box of bagels from the restaurant in his left hand, and a lot of various bags in his right hand - Sirius's process for choosing clothes for him was, suit them, and pack them in. This one is also good, pack them in...

Lupine followed at the end, happily carrying a large bag of vegetables - these were purchased together with snacks, their next vegetables.

The house elves can always easily find the nearest vegetable market that serves wizards. Compared with the varieties in supermarkets, the varieties are not much different. However, the three of them discussed and bought some vegetables for presentation to avoid producing too many unnecessary vegetables. flaw.

"It's necessary," Lupine agreed with Sirius's plan to get a driver's license. "You are no longer suitable to ride a motorcycle."

"Motorcycle?"

Sirius was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, "I remembered, there was such a car, it seemed to be given to Hagrid."

“Wait until Christmas!”

He nodded affirmatively, "By around Christmas time, we can go shopping together in the car!"

"Motorcycle?"

Harry was stunned for a moment - he had never seen a motorcycle near Hagrid's cabin.

But his attention was quickly attracted by the huge shadow next to his bushes - the other party seemed to be trying to hide poorly, but it was obvious that it was extremely unsuccessful.

However, he was not worried at all about danger because he had two trustworthy elders beside him.

Lupine and Sirius also noticed Harry's daze, but they did not pull out their wands with their deliberately free hands.

They had seen that child before, a neighbor's child - at least that's what they said.

On the first day of summer vacation, when he was preparing to tease Harry as usual, Sirius successfully told him the difference between his neighbor's house and his own with his eyes. This was the first time Sirius saw him since that time.

But Dudley didn't pay attention to the fact that the three men had discovered him.

His eyes couldn't help but drift to the box of bagels in Harry's hand, then look away, then back again, and then repeat the process.

Harry hesitated for a moment, pretending not to see anything, and took the initiative to walk in front, hanging the box in his left hand on the fence, and then used his free hand to take out the key.

"Go home!"

He shouted loudly, then took off his shoes, put the bag away, and finally made himself comfortable lying on the sofa.

Sirius and Lupine smiled, shook their heads, ignored the box, and walked into the house together, closing the door.

After making sure they were all back, Dudley hesitated, then trotted over, picked up the box, continued to hide in the bushes, opened it, and bit it with satisfaction.

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[Dear Ron:

How was your vacation?

Everything here is better than imagined, even though Professor Lupine also moved in... But after getting used to it, I felt that it was not a terrible thing. At least Professor Lupine won't force me to do special training all the time.

You may not believe it, but the summer vacation has been so long, I don't even know what the Dursley family's attitude will be - maybe they are celebrating.

But that doesn't matter, except for the galleons that the professor asked me to pay as I mentioned to you last time, I...well, actually I still care a little bit...

I found that I didn't hate Dudley so much anymore... The professor once told me that one day, I might forgive them... I thought it was a joke at the time, but...

The professor is right…

When I have enough, or I am strong enough, I have the power to forgive...

But he also said that some things will not be forgiven, and there is nothing wrong with not forgiving this matter...

Weird statement...but I think that might be true...

For example, I gave Dudley a box of bagels out of good intentions, but when I heard that the Dursleys next door were angry because of the hidden box of bagels, and Dudley was fined and his pocket money was stopped, I Very happy again…

…

That's it, I brought along a Muggle toy. I like it very much, and I hope you do too.

Harry]

Harry finished the letter happily, and then started to pack the toy - but not long after, he stuffed in another bag of snacks that he thought were great.

After hesitating for a moment, he stuffed in a few new packs of snacks, then took out the letter and added after the last sentence, the snacks are also great, I hope you like them!

"Hedwig, are you okay?"

Harry looked at the slightly larger package and looked at his owl and asked hesitantly.

But Hedwig shouted proudly, and then motioned to Harry to tie the package.

"Have you... gained some weight?"

Harry felt something wrong with the binding. His mind twitched and he couldn't help but ask.

Afterwards, Hedwig left proudly. Harry covered his sore finger from being pecked and prepared to turn around and leave with a depressed look on his face.

"Eh? Where's Hedwig?"

Sirius walked up with a plate of dried fish, his free hand rubbed Harry's hair out of habit, and asked curiously as he looked at the empty cage.

"Did you send a letter to your friend?"

Sirius glanced at the pen on the table, "Go down and eat some pancakes, Dobby just made them, they taste great!"

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“How is my speech prepared?”

In the office, Fudge asked his assistant after reviewing a lot of documents.

"It's ready, Minister. The sunny and cloudy days have been replaced with special paragraphs. I have also prepared a speech for each of the three possible outcomes of the competition."

The secretary responded quickly.

"So, will Albus come?"

"I have sent a letter in your name, but Principal Dumbledore said that he is older and prefers a cleaner game."

"That would be great...I mean, that would be a shame."

"Yes," the assistant said as if he didn't hear anything, "It's really a pity."

Although he knew very well that their Minister of Magic would never want Dumbledore to attend such a public moment, he said nothing.

"So, where's...Harry Potter?"

Fudge hesitated and asked casually.

"Dumbledore said he wouldn't mind Harry Potter taking part in some wholesome physical activity if it was safe enough."

"That's great - do you have any good ideas?"

Fudge was reserved for a moment, looking like he was just inviting the lucky ones.

"Well, Minister, maybe we can get enough and good enough tickets for Arthur Weasley to sit in the top box."

The assistant thought for a moment and immediately provided valuable advice to the minister.

"Arthur?"

"Yes, everyone knows that Harry Potter has a close relationship with the Weasley children. If they have enough tickets, they will definitely invite their children's friends to watch the game!"

"If...I mean if..."

"I'll coordinate everything, Minister."

"Don't say it directly, don't make hints, let everything happen naturally."

"I'll make him work hard to get the tickets, Minister, and Arthur won't notice anything wrong, Minister."

"You are a reliable person."

Fudge nodded with satisfaction.

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"It should be right ahead!"

Bertha relied on her intuition to choose the direction and then strode out.

"Your tent!"

the face behind her prompted.

As a result, the witch who was striding forward suddenly panicked and began to return to the original place in a hurry to pack up her forgotten tent.

‘…Why should I give up Quirrell? ’

Voldemort began to regret it - this Bertha was stupider than Goyle and Crabbe combined.

If he hadn't found a suitable possessor in the damn forest, he would never have condescended to appear on this idiot - she actually cried for half the night last night over her lost hair!

It was just a breakfast, and she almost burned down her tent!

Not to mention that she didn't provide any useful information at all, except for some Legilimency. Because of the possession, he didn't even dare to break the forgetting curse in this fool's mind that has not been broken yet!

If he couldn't find a replacement, he would even have the urge to throw her away like Quirrell!

'Shame on the wizard! ’

His narrowed eyes revealed murderous intent - but this was unrealistic.

If he hadn't been such a fool, it would have been impossible for him to bewitch him now that he was so weak.

Lucius is outside, but he will never appear in front of him - only if he has undefeated ability, the people of the Malfoy family will bend their knees and show their loyalty. He knows this from the old Malfoy when he was in school. This is about it.

"We seem to be lost again, Lord Dark Lord!"

With a serious look on her face, Bertha used the name she invented to communicate with the Dark Lord on the back of her head - the extra face on the back of her head did not improve her stupidity and carelessness. The only thing it brought about was increased strength and more powerful magic. There's no way it can compare to all those lost hairs...

Fortunately, the Dark Lord promised to cast a spell for her after getting the body, which prevented her from crying last night...

"What should we do first, Lord Dark Lord?"

Bertha again found a direction and tried to walk on.

"Wrong way! You need to get yourself lunch."

Tom's strong murderous impulse resurfaced, the last time it had surfaced when a Death Eater betrayed him.

"Okay, Lord Dark Lord."

Bertha continued to use her special honorific.

"Then disapparate and leave this forest!"

The confused Tom finally found his rhythm and offered his opinion.

"I'm sorry...Dark Lord...because I always mess up something, so..."

Bertha was a little embarrassed, "So I didn't pass the Apparition test at all, and I can't use it..."

? ? ?

Tom had the urge to kill - if he hadn't been possessed and couldn't leave temporarily, he would have wanted to kill this newly recruited Death Eater now!