A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 496 Hermione to Privet Drive
Meanwhile, 4 Privet Drive.

"So, that, that guy found a job for himself?" Uncle Vernon said with a wide eye.

"Yeah," Harry said listlessly, thinking it was a good thing that Sirius was working at the Ministry of Magic, because as far as he knew, aside from a few months as an assistant teacher at a Muggle school, Sirius had grown up and Haven't been to work.

In Harry's imagination, his godfather would be like Mr. Weasley, commuting to get off work at a fixed time, and the time was very regular.But he neglected a little, now it is different from before, completely different.He hadn't seen anyone from Sirius for several days.

Sirius was also more than happy to sit down with Harry during the first few days of the holidays and laugh at how he teased Prefect Amelia (as badly as it should) and how he got the upper hand with words, see It could be seen that Sirius regarded this as a very serious fight, and the two sides fought back and forth, like a confrontation in a boxing ring.

But soon, almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, the time he spent with Harry decreased dramatically.

One day Harry stayed in Sirius' rental house until eleven o'clock in the evening, and he didn't see Sirius come back.This horrified Harry, was something wrong?His heart was so tangled up that all sorts of dire speculations flooded his mind, and Harry could only do his best to convince himself that something had happened to Sirius.It took him a lot of perseverance not to act impulsively, but returned to the Dursleys' bed and tossed all night. When it was daylight, he immediately got up, didn't even bother to eat breakfast, and ran to the Sirius' rental house.

Still no one inside.

Harry panicked and tried to Disapparate.To the Burrow, or Diagon Alley... He even drew his wand, only to see a scrawled note on the table unexpectedly.In fact, it was quite conspicuous. When Harry thought about it afterwards, he thought that he was concerned, but fortunately, he didn't cause more trouble because of his impulsiveness.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief at the contents of the note.Sirius came back very late last night. He thought he could rest a little longer the next day, but he was called away before dawn.Sirius had to leave Harry a note explaining the situation.

From then on, Harry always wanted to find a chance to ask Sirius to wear the two-way mirror, so that he could be contacted at any time.But every time he saw his godfather's tired face, he was too embarrassed to mention it.

Harry only saw Sirius twice in the next week, and each time he returned late.Sirius' eyes were also swollen badly, and he began to doze off after a few words, and when Harry handed him potato chips, he stuffed them up his nostrils.

……

"What's he doing now?" asked Uncle Vernon at the dinner table.

"Nothing," Harry said as calmly as possible. "He's an assistant to the Minister for Magic now."

The Dursleys looked puzzled.

"Equivalent to the position of secretary to the Muggle Prime Minister." Harry changed the phrase, he was satisfied to see their surprised expressions, and tried not to make his complacency too obvious, "It's nothing, he went to One job is to be a teaching assistant in a school, and Dudley should know that, doesn't he?"

Dudley immediately choked on the dry salad and coughed.

"Boy, what did you do!" Uncle Vernon stared at Harry viciously, and Aunt Petunia patted Dudley on the back, yelling nastyly: "Dada, dear, what's wrong with you? You choked on the food Is it?" Dudley blushed, and shrugged his shoulders as he separated Aunt Petunia's thin arms with his fat, triple-ply arms.

Although he wanted to look at it for a while, Uncle Vernon's face had turned liver-colored, as if he was the one choking on the salad.He kept flexing and stretching his fingers, as if he would rush over and strangle Harry by the throat in the next second.

"I didn't do anything," Harry said hastily, "I guess he just misses his assistant physical education teacher who taught him for half a year." He met Uncle Fernon's small eyes and said, "Yeah, Sirius last job The job is to teach in that Mei Si Ting school."

"It's Smeltings!" growled Uncle Vernon; it was his alma mater, and he was very proud that Dudley went there.

Dinner is going crazy.Uncle Vernon's reaction to Sirius' presence at his and Dudley's alma mater was much more than Harry had expected, and he seemed to think that - wizards (freaks, he said) had finally got their diabolical minds on his precious son On the body, "Are they ready to monitor us in all directions?"

Aunt Petunia started yelling too, and started berating Harry non-stop.It's strange how she can say the vicious words so accurately and clearly while wiping tears.

"It was a complete accident, Sirius went to Muggle school to gain experience, and he will be teaching at Hogwarts next year," Harry explained, "and he has now resigned."

"That hippie can be a professor?" Fernon said with disdain, at which point Dudley finally stopped coughing and started hiccupping intermittently.For a while afterwards, Uncle Vernon muttered dissatisfiedly, "Look at you people! There's still a school, and a government—how many of you are there?" he asked, turning on the TV.

"Probably tens of thousands." Harry said dryly.

"No wonder." Uncle Feinon yelled, it seemed that all the previous doubts had been found, and he wanted to say something more, but the evening news came on the TV-"People don't need to worry! Economic growth is slowing down, unemployment The soaring rate is temporary, and it won't be long before it gets better..." The man on the TV was giving a speech at the top of his lungs.

"Only an idiot would believe his words!" Uncle Fernon's attention was attracted by the sound of the TV, and he stared at the screen and said, "This Prime Minister is really terrible..."

Harry also glanced at it, and the next second he was attracted by the man next to the Prime Minister. He was tall, dark-skinned, and wearing a dark suit, giving off a very stable feeling.Harry took another look, and yes, it was Kingsley Shacklebolt.

What the hell is going on here?Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He stared at the TV screen without moving, but the picture was always fixed on the Prime Minister's face, and it didn't show to the people next to him for the next ten seconds. Harry scratched his head anxiously.

When the Prime Minister finished his long-winded speech, wiped his bald forehead with a handkerchief, and was about to get up and leave, the camera finally recorded the person next to him. Harry held his breath and checked again and again, and finally he was sure that he was right.

"You still watch the news?" Uncle Vernon said to Harry in a nasty voice, "Hell, how can our news have anything to do with people like you—"

"What a pity," Harry said calmly, pointing to the TV, "I just saw someone I know." Amid Uncle Vernon's stunned expression, he shrugged, "Yeah, it looks like wizards and morons The melon connection is much deeper than you think..."

Before Uncle Vernon got angry again, Harry slipped back to his room, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.Sirius should still be working at this time, and he can go over to have a look in another hour... But how to pass the time is not a small problem, Harry picked up a purple booklet next to the pillow, with a striking print on the cover Word:
Survival in Wartime - Authorized by the Ministry of Magic: Protecting Your Home and Family from the Dark Arts

Harry turned to the first page, and on it was something like a table of contents——

The wizarding world is currently threatened by a group calling itself the Death Eaters.Following the simple safety guidelines below will help protect yourself, your family and your home from an attack.

1. Don't leave home alone.

2. Be extra careful at night.Go out and get back before dark as much as possible.

3. Check the safety precautions around the house, and make sure that the whole family knows some emergency measures, such as using the Iron Armor Curse, the Illusion Curse, etc., and the underage children in the family need to learn to show their followers.

4. Agree on safe codes with friends and family to spot Death Eaters using Polyjuice Potion to impersonate others (see page 2).

5. If possible, master the anti-dark magic spell Bright Fire Charm.

……

At some point, there was a sound of slapping glass outside the window.

Harry sat up suddenly in bed, not even noticing that the pamphlet had fallen to the floor covering his face.He looked over to where the sound came from, a fluffy, squashed ginger head pressed against the window, and he was so startled that he nearly fell off the bed.

"Crookshanks?" he yelled incredulously, coming to the window in three steps at a time, and pulling the window open, the ginger cat jumped into the room from the ledge and purred at him.

"Crookshanks, why are you here, Hermione asked you to deliver a message? But this is too far..." Harry said a little at a loss.

Crookshanks licked his paw and pointed outward.

Harry turned his head mechanically, looked out the window, and suddenly his eyes widened in the next second.

Hermione was standing beside the flower bed at No. 4 Privet Drive, holding a suitcase in one hand and waving desperately at him with the other.

Harry hurriedly went downstairs, followed by Crookshanks, forgetting the cries of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, he rushed out the door and ran to Hermione.

"You, what, are you here?" Harry panted.

"I wrote to the professor and asked where I could cast spells without worry—" Hermione said happily, smoothing her hair.

"But here I - also - can't - cast spells at will -" Harry gasped, swallowing, "Sirius isn't home during the day."

"I know, the place the professor said is not here." Hermione said.

"So, uh, you're here to say goodbye to me?" said Harry, somewhat disappointed that he thought he'd have more company.

"Didn't anyone tell you?" Hermione asked him in surprise, "We're going together."

(End of this chapter)