A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 494: Hermione to Privet Drive

Meanwhile, 4 Privet Drive.

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

"Yeah," Harry said listlessly, thinking that it was a good thing that Sirius was working at the Ministry of Magic, because as far as he knew, apart from a few months as an assistant teacher at a Muggle school, Sirius was a long time ago. I haven't been to work at such a big age.

In Harry's imagination, his godfather would commute to get off work at a fixed time like Mr. Weasley, 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 more than happy to sit down with Harry during the first few days of the holiday and laugh about how he teased Prefect Amelia (though it should not have been) and how he got the upper hand with words Yes, I could see that Sirius regarded this as a very serious fight, with both sides coming and going, like a fight in a boxing ring.

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

One day Harry stayed in Sirius' rented house until eleven o'clock in the evening, but 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.

There is still no one inside.

Harry panicked and wanted to Apparate. 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.

The contents of the note made Harry breathe a sigh of relief. 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.

After that, Harry wanted Sirius to wear the two-way mirror so he could be contacted at any time. But every time he saw his godfather's tired face, he was too embarrassed to mention it.

In the following week, Harry only saw Sirius twice, and each time he came back very late. Sirius' eyes were 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.

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

"Not doing anything," Harry said as calmly as possible, "he's the assistant to the Minister of Magic now."

The Dursleys looked puzzled.

"Equivalent to the position of secretary to the Muggle Prime Minister." Harry put it another way, and he was satisfied to see their surprised expressions. He tried not to make his complacency too obvious, "It's nothing, his last job was as a teaching assistant in the school, Dudley should know it well, doesn't he?"

Dudley immediately choked on the dry salad and coughed.

"Boy, what have you done!" Uncle Vernon stared at Harry viciously, and Aunt Petunia patted Dudley on the back, yelling nastyly, "Dada darling, what's wrong with you? Did you choke on the food?" Dudley blushed, shrugging his shoulders away from Aunt Petunia's thin arms with his fat triple-pile arms.

Although I still want to look at it for a while, Uncle Vernon's face has turned a liver color, as if he is the one who is choking on the salad now. He kept flexing and stretching his fingers, as if he would rush out to strangle Harry's throat in the next second.

"I didn't do anything," Harry said quickly, "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, "Yes, Sirius My last job was teaching at that Mei Si Ting school."

"It's Smelting School!" 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 darling Son, "Are they ready to monitor us in all directions?"

Aunt Petunia also yelled, and began to criticize 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 teach at Hogwarts next year." Harry explained, "And he has resigned now."

"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 from the TV-"People don't need to worry! The economic growth rate is slowing down. The phenomenon of slowing down and soaring unemployment rate is temporary, and it will get better in a short time..." 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 bad..."

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 **** 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 talking, 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 hadn't watched wrong.

"You still watch the news?" Uncle Fernon said to Harry in a nasty voice, "Damn it, how could our news have something to do with people like you—"

"It's a pity," Harry said calmly, pointing to the TV, "I just saw someone I know." Amidst Uncle Vernon's stunned expression, he shrugged, "Yeah, it seems The connection between wizards and Muggles is much deeper than you think..."

Before Uncle Vernon got angry again, Harry slipped back to his room in a hurry, 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 Text:

"Wartime Survival Manual - 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 an organization 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. You need to 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 Disillusionment Charm, etc., and the underage children in the family need to learn to show their followers.

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

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

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

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

"Crookshanks?" he shouted incredulously, and came to the window in three steps in two steps, and pulled the window open. The **** cat jumped into the room from the window 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 and looked out of the window ~IndoMTL.com~ The next second his eyes suddenly widened.

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

Harry went downstairs in a hurry, 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, stroking her hair.

"But here I - also - can't - cast spells at will -" Harry gasped, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Sirius is not at 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 to set off together."