From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

Breakfast time.

Harry didn't feel particularly hungry because Professor Lupin sent him a big bag of candy last night, saying it was a gift to celebrate his victory.

But the Quidditch season hadn't started yet, and Harry hadn't won any new victories in the new year.

Although confused, Harry still accepted the candy, mainly because Professor Lupin put it down and left, not giving Harry a chance to refuse.

Harry spread jam on the bread and poured himself a bowl of milk. Just as he was about to try today's raspberry jam, Ron, who was sitting next to him, suddenly gave him an elbow.

"Wood is here." Ron whispered.

It must be for Quidditch training.

Harry sighed. Usually their training would be before breakfast, and only on weekends would they discuss tactics. In short, it was a meeting.

Moreover, this kind of meeting usually has little to do with the Seeker. The most common instruction Harry heard was "Fly faster! Fly higher!", and at most "You have to confuse him with your movements!"

"Don't forget to hold a tactical discussion in the common room after dinner." Sure enough, Wood stopped and said to Harry when he passed by him.

"I'll be there soon!" Harry pretended to be very hungry and stuffed several mouthfuls of food into his mouth, almost choking.

If Wood saw that he was not very hungry, he would definitely take him back with him.

"Don't choke! We still have the possibility of competing for the championship. I don't want to miss the Quidditch Cup because of the absence of the Seeker." Wood helped Harry calm down and poured him another glass of milk.

Seeing Harry finish the milk in one gulp, Wood shook his head and left, and at the end he didn't forget to add: "Remember not to be late!"

Harry's mouth was full of food, so he could only wave at him.

After Wood left, Harry chatted with Hermione and Ron at the table for a while, then slowly stood up and left, dragging his heavy legs to the Gryffindor common room.

After passing a corridor, Harry met his mortal enemy Malfoy and his two followers at the corner.

Compared with Wood's tactical explanation, Harry felt that meeting Malfoy was not so annoying. At least they could always bring Harry some "challenges", and even if he missed Wood's tactical explanation, it could be said that he was tripped by Malfoy.

The whole Gryffindor knew that the two of them were not on good terms, and this trick would definitely work.

Before Malfoy opened his harsh lips, Harry spoke first: "What is it this time? Malfoy? Call Colin to take a photo for me? Or did you find Professor Lockhart nearby a long time ago? Oh-I forgot that Lockhart is no longer a professor at Hogwarts."

Malfoy was stunned for a moment, and Goyle and Crabbe behind him also looked at each other.

"Or do you want my autographed photo? Let me find it..." Harry pretended to reach out to his arms.

Malfoy's two not-so-bright bodyguards were simply puzzled by this: "Why does Draco want Potter's autographed photo?"

"I don't know - maybe it's used as material for dark magic curses?" Crabbe suggested a possibility.

"I never thought of asking for his autographed photo!" Malfoy growled at Goyle and Crabbe, "Just shut up and stand there!"

"Okay, boss." "Got it, boss."

"What a pity, Malfoy, I forgot the autographed photo in my schoolbag, do you need me to get it for you?" Harry pretended to be innocent and continued to talk about the story of the autographed photo.

Since Lockhart was taken away by the Aurors from Hogwarts, Malfoy has rarely used autographed photos to find trouble with Harry.

"Oh! Do you really think I dare not curse you, Potter!" Malfoy's pale face appeared faintly red, and he was obviously angry.

"Of course I know you know a few special spells, but there is no professor in the school who can't see that you did it." Harry was not afraid at all. He recently discovered that every time he clashed with Malfoy, he always lost his temper first, so he was always punished. That's why he wanted to try Malfoy's strategy.

Besides, even if he failed, it wouldn't be a big deal. Anyway, his detention with Professor Snape would last until the end of this semester.

"It seems that I am still too good to you, Potter." Malfoy continued to threaten, "Maybe I should ask Ivy for advice and learn one or two dark magics from him that the professors don't know."

"Do you need me to remind you? Ivy is also my friend." Ivy has always been a celebrity in the school. His privilege of not having to attend classes this school year has attracted many people's envy, even Harry is no exception.

"Friend?" Malfoy sneered, "You are not necessarily Ivy's friend, Potter. Ivy brought a lot of candy from the Duke of Bee yesterday and distributed it to all his friends in school. Guess who didn't receive it?"

"Who could it be? Is it you? Goyle?" Crabbe's expression was very strange. He took out a bloody lollipop from his arms and asked Goyle in a pretentious manner while licking it.

"How is it possible?" Goyle seemed to be greatly insulted and took out a chocolate frog with its head bitten off from his pocket. "I obviously received it! Look! Here is the evidence!"

"Okay." Harry sighed, with a lost expression on his face, "I know who it is..."

Malfoy couldn't wait to start laughing, but he found that Harry suddenly stepped forward and put his hand into the pocket inside his robe.

Malfoy was startled, thinking that Harry was going to take out a wand to compete with him, and couldn't help but drink, "What are you doing!"

As a result, Harry pulled a licorice wand from the robe, and directly stuffed it into Malfoy. He also said, "You are so pitiful, Malfoy, I will leave this. On the portion of Victoria, take it, don’t tell others everywhere, Ivey, I don’t give you sugar. "

Malfoy stared at the licorice wand in his hand, and the facial features on his face gradually twisted: "Scar Head -Broken Special-!"

But long before he shouted Harry's name, Harry had laughed and ran away: "Needless to say thank you, Malfoy!"

"Where did you go? Harry?" Wood, who had already held a tactical conference in the public lounge, asked with a panting Harry.

"Oh!" Harry said with a smile that he had long wanted to have a good excuse, "I was tripped by Malfoy."

"You must have packed him up, right?" George asked eagerly that in order to learn from Professor Victor from Percyl, George and Fred had no pranks for half a year. Now Every day, they are torture for them.

Although listening to others can only be regarded as itching, at least it can be solved.

"Don't ask, George." Freds said jealous, "Looking at the expression on Harry's face, you know he must be very beautiful."

At the next tactical meeting, Harry did not listen to a word, and his head was full of Malfoy's twisted expression.

The blessing of Tomarford, Harry's good mood continued until Tuesday.

At the breakfast time of this day, Hermione spread a prophet daily on the table, giving fried eggs into his mouth, and viewing today's news. Regarding many news in the magic world, Harry knew it from the prediction of Hermione's order. However, most of the above are praise for the Ministry of Magic and Minister of Magic, plus some little things that are not interesting. Even last year's black wizard Qilo failed to occupy a place on it. So Harry doesn't look at it anymore.

"Oh my god!" Hermione pointed at the line in the newspaper and shouted for his two friends, "Look at this!" The "century of the century, the first -level medal winner of the Sir Merlin regiment turned out to be the culprit?"! "

Before Harry had time to put his head over, he listened to Hermione and then read: "'Just on Saturday, a case of twelve years spanning for twelve years was broken under the wise leadership of Cornellfuki. Jame Potter and Lily Potter couple, the parents of Harry Potter, who knows the disaster, ""

"What?" Rome asked blankly, "I seem to hear Harry's name."

Harry didn't miss it. He couldn't help but read the newspaper.

Although most of the articles are used to describe the wise and wise martial arts of Cornelli Fuji, they still explain the facts well.

Harry not only fully learned about the criminal process of Small dwarf Peter, but also learned from it that Sirius, who was held in Azkaban for twelve years, had regained freedom and restored his reputation.

"Little Sirius Black is my godfather!" Harry said shocked, "No one told me at all!"

"Look at this photo, he is like a guitarist of a weird sister." Ron hadn't had time to read the text on the newspaper, and pointed at the photos above and sighed.

"And he is currently in Hogwarts! Restoring his health under the care of Mrs. Pomfrey." Hermione, who was sharp, saw the second version of the article, which focused on the journey of Sirius. The letter comforted his readers to point out a bright road.

Harry hurriedly stood up in front of the table and rushed towards the school hospital regardless of whether it was regardless of it.

In addition to the Ferun family, Sirius, the godfather, may be his only relative who lives in the world.

When he entered the school hospital, he found that it was full of people here, and almost occupied Hagrid in the position of four people. Professor Changmai.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"I bet that you will be overwhelmed by the letter from all over the country, Little Sirius!" Hagga said.

"There is really no bottom line, and the patient's address was leaked in the newspaper." Mrs. Pomfrey was because of this anger.

When Harry pushed the door, it was too hard to make it hit a huge voice on the wall.

After hearing the movement of Harry, everyone turned his head to the door.

Harry didn't care about the eyes of others, just looked at Sirius.

"Hi ..." Unlike Harry's imagination, Sirius's throat sounds hoarse, "Harry."

"..." Harry didn't know how to call a man who had been sinned in front of him. After thinking about it for a long time, he shouted carefully, "Godfather?"

"Hahaha ..." Unexpectedly, the laughter suddenly broke out in the hospital hospital, and Sirius shed tears with a smile.

He stretched out Harry: "Come, Harry, let me see you well!"

Everyone in the ward saw this scene, and walked out, leaving the space to two relatives who had finally met.

When passing by Harry, Hayga encouraged to pat the shoulder of Harry.

Standing outside the ward door, Lu Ping whispered to Hagrid: "Last Saturday, Sirius slipped to the Duke of Honey to buy gifts for Harry, but when he was giving him, he retreated, and finally I could only do it by me. Dare to imagine that the little wolf star ... "Sirius ..."

Hagrid said nothing, just staring behind Lupin.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor turned around, and Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey were staring at him with disapproval.

"It was Sirius who suggested it... never mind..."

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Ivy also received an owl letter on Tuesday.

The sender was the House-Elf Resettlement Office.

It told Ivy that the five young house-elves he applied for were already in place, and they had an appointment to meet in Hogsmeade at nine in the morning.

"If the civil servants need you, they will be incredibly efficient." Ivy put the letter away and ate breakfast leisurely. It was still early for the agreed meeting time, so he didn't need to rush.

Five minutes before nine, Ivy arrived at the agreed location in Hogsmeade and spotted the civil servant with the house-elves, or to be more precise, the director.

"Thank you for your trouble, Albert." Ivy walked over and shook hands with Chief Nott, then looked at the five house elves behind him.

These poor little ones were only wearing a sack and were shivering in the cold wind. Fortunately, they didn't wait for long, at least Ivy didn't find that any elf had a runny nose.

"Fortunately, you have fulfilled your mission, Lord Doom." Chief Nott stepped aside and introduced the situation of these house elves, "They are all descendants of house elves who have served pure-blood families, and they are all very young. Two older ones have begun to receive cooking training, mainly French and Italian dishes. If you have any additional needs, you might as well tell me now."

"What a surprise, Albert!" Ivy said, "I couldn't be more satisfied."

"Very good." Nott turned to the house elves and said, "From now on, Lord Ivy Doom will be your master."

The house elves looked at Ivy carefully and nodded hurriedly.

"Then just bring them to your residence, and the contract between the house elves and the wizards will be officially completed." Nott said.

Ivy made an invitation: "Let's go for a drink together! The Three Broomsticks will definitely welcome us."

"Thank you for your invitation, Lord Doom." Director Nott refused, "But no, there is still a lot of work in the department, I have to go back and continue to argue with those who manage the dragons."

Watching Nott Apparate away, he turned around and looked at the five pitiful house elves, showing a kind smile: "Do you have a name?"

The elves reported their names one by one.

"Maomao." "Bubbles." "Beans." "Lulu." "Dots."

"Only a name, no surname?" Ivy asked.

"We don't deserve a surname, we are just servants!" Maomao, who looked the oldest, answered.

"No, no, no, you work for me, that's the biggest difference between you and other house elves." Ivy shook his finger, "So I'm going to give you a last name - Poppy."

It's over... I really can't write today...

Tomorrow I'll continue to challenge Riwan...