On the other side of the crossroads, close to Voldemort, Harry Potter and his godfather Sirius Black were shopping for some of the new necessities that had been added at the start of the new semester, such as some essential textbooks for the new semester.

He's grown taller, and he's going to need a new robe.

All the Dementors in Britain are controlled by Malfoy because of food and contracts, and they stay quietly in the shadows to "suck people", so Umbridge has no extra men to go to Privet Road to attack, and there is no need, she is now at the peak of power, there is no need to please her boss, the original trajectory has changed, and the reason why she attacked Harry at that time was because the boy promoted "false" information, which made people panic and was not conducive to her boss.

She needed to pat them on the back and compliment them.

But now, many people, including herself, have accepted the fact that Voldemort has returned, and it is because of this that she took the opportunity to ascend to the throne.

Her succession even had part of this reason.

Many people don't want the situation to be turbulent any longer, and it is difficult for a politically unstable wizarding society to resist Voldemort.

The political direction, from the moment Fudge stepped down, changed dramatically, and no one could have predicted it.

As a result, this savior classmate had a smooth summer vacation.

From time to time, Sirius Black would visit the Dursleys and swing the moving wanted warrant before their eyes, which had been invalidated for an unknown amount of time.

At that time, he was full of beard and unkempt, and he was smiling maniacally in the newspaper, which was very intimidating.

Real people are always more intimidating than other dead evidence.

When the living "wanted criminals" and "murderers" stood in front of them, the expressions of Uncle Vernon's family were quite exciting.

Especially the "terrorists" who have also mastered magic.

It also made Harry's holiday quite enjoyable.

It's just that at Dumbledore's request, he can't take Harry too far to travel far, and he also needs to rely on the protective magic of the family's blood relationship to avoid Voldemort's possible killing.

But overall, his vacation was quite pleasant, Dudley didn't dare to bully him at all, and the prize money of 1,000 gold galleons made him no longer have to worry about spending.

Although Sirius was quite wealthy and would never be stingy with Harry, Harry felt that it was better to use his own money properly.

The only downside was that the severity of his headaches continued unabated, increasing in frequency and severity.

Many ordinary midnights, he would wake up from his dreams, sweating profusely, often soaking the back of his pajamas, and his eyes would see many strange scenes, most of the time surrounded by dark stone walls, and water droplets kept dripping in the cracks of the stones, making a ticking sound.

Obviously he was short-sighted, and he didn't wear glasses when he slept, but those scenes flashed very clearly in his eyes, as if he was there.

Occasionally, a thick giant python lay on a black stone, resting with its eyes closed most of the time, and then suddenly opened its cruel snake eyes, and its body twisted rapidly, preying on some innocent insects and ants, or sliding slowly on the ground.

Harry even felt a little sympathetic, as if he were the serpent, with a thirst for blood, a thirst for bite, a thirst for destruction, a thirst for all cruel and bloodthirsty deeds, as if that was the nature engraved in his blood.

That's where Voldemort used to live, sleeping in the wilderness, or rather, not in the wilderness, just in some desolate cavern.

And in the middle of the vacation, the place he dreamed of suddenly changed again.

It was a more luxurious and elegant room, with a delicate little bed in the corner, a dark green gauze tent hanging in the middle, a few mahogany chairs in the middle of the room, and a delicate magic table lamp on the table, the lampshade was made of unknown materials, even if it was not lit, it still emitted a faint white light, some grainy lines, and the lower half was a polished base.

As for the other corner there is a gorgeous bookcase, which is not so much a bookcase as an ornament, which is equally extravagant and luxurious.

There were some ancient magic props everywhere, a clock made of pure gold hung on one wall, surrounded by abstract and esoteric images, simple yet elegant silverware placed in the space between the bookcases, and on the other wall carved several thick black pythons, intertwined, showing their fangs hideously, as if they would jump out of the painting at any moment.

If he had been a guest at Malfoy's house, he would have known that it was a secret room in Malfoy's manor, where it was often used to entertain the most honorable people.

Today was even more unusual, he woke up during his nap, and the scene that came to his mind was the familiar Diagon Alley.

It gave him the urge to rush here at once.

Just in time, school was about to start, and he and his godfather came here.

Before that, Hedwig sent a letter and made an appointment with Hermione and Ron to meet them here.

In the run-up to the start of school, they can enjoy the last days of the holiday season to the fullest.

Without the trial of the Dementors, it would be impossible to go to the Order of the Phoenix, not to mention that the stronghold should have also changed, the Black family's mansion, at this time, the owner has also changed, and it is impossible to choose it as a stronghold.

"Harry!" Harry suddenly heard someone calling him, and it was a familiar voice, it turned out to be Ron waving at him from the other end of the road, shouting loudly.

After a holiday, both of them have grown a lot taller.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, I still want you to come to my house as a guest sooner, my mother is talking about you every day. Ron quickly ran over, and the two hugged tightly, and then he said helplessly.

Harry immediately thought of Mrs. Weasley's kind and kind face, who had come to watch her game as a family member during the Goblet of Fire last year, and who had taken great care of herself in previous years, treating herself as if she were her son.

That's when Ron's gaze turned.

"Hello, Sirius!" Ron said in a brisk tone, waved his hand, and greeted Sirius, he now seemed very confident, and the aura of the prefect gave him a great boost in confidence.

None of his two troublemakers' twin brothers had ever been prefects.

Sirius nodded, a smile on his expressionless face, "Hello, Ron. ”

"By the way, I'm going to be a prefect, you see, Harry. Ron handed Harry the letter of prefect appointment he had gotten, with a bit of ostentation, which was human.

"Congratulations. Harry took the envelope, looked at it a few times, and looked at the gold-rimmed badge that Ron had just bought, and said with some envy, but he didn't know why he didn't get the position.

He thinks his performance over the years should be pretty good.

Maybe it's because the Potions class is too bad?, he thought.

That's the only reason for that.

Snape's gloomy salallow face and hateful eyes almost penetrated into the bone marrow came to mind.

That Potions teacher liked to target him the most, no, not just against him, it was torture.

But then again, Ron isn't much better than him?

Snape hated him, and certainly didn't have a good face for the people around him, or rather, he had a sense of hatred for Gryffindor as a whole, and Ron was often implicated.

And Hermione? Ron is a prefect, so she must be too, right?

Harry thought silently.

Her grades were impeccable, and Hermione was able to handle many of his and Ron's headaches with ease, and Hermione's pursuit was to be good and perfect rather than passing.

There was a hint of jealousy in his heart, but it quickly faded.

"Hey, Harry, Ron, oh, and Sirius?" a brisk female voice took the initiative to join their conversation.

They turned their heads and saw a girl standing behind them, and tapped Harry on the shoulder.

The girl was none other than Hermione, who wore a blue and white square-necked checked shirt and a black polka-dot skirt today.

In a few days, everyone will have to put on their standard costumes, and she will be able to enjoy the last of her freedom.

Her face also faded a little green, and her eyes were more refreshed, and perhaps when she learned Occlumency, it would help her to understand herself and mature.

She's grown a little taller, the only thing that hasn't changed is the still messy curly millet hair.

"Looks like everyone is here, how about a drink?" Sirius glanced at Hermione, nodded, and finally suggested.

"Of course, students drink less, preferably not alcohol. Blake added.

So the group started to go to a nearby bar.

The nearest bar is the Leaky Cauldron Bar, which is a small and cramped bar, but the drinks on sale are good, which is why many people want to stay here.

The group of four pushed open the old wooden door and walked inside.

There is no light here, it looks a little dark, and some are just dim candlelight.

The smell of alcohol and the smell of the drinkers were intertwined, and the waiters quickly shuttled between the tables with their plates, and they found a table that could barely be called neat and sat down.

As always, they exchanged holiday experiences, and Ron raised his glass of joy after hearing Sirius' intimidating effect on the Vernons.

"It's a celebration of that. He said happily and raised his glass

“… It's just that... How is that mysterious man now?" Ron asked in a whisper as if something had suddenly occurred to him.

"That's not what you're supposed to be concerned about. Sirius frowned.

He was impressed by what had happened last school year, when his godson was nearly killed in a Goblet of Fire.

"It's up to adults to take care of everything, it's not something you should worry about. He still subconsciously hoped that they would be able to avoid these dangerous things.

"Malfoy is so hateful! If it weren't for him, that man wouldn't have been resurrected at all. Ron slapped the dirty table in front of him, getting his hands greasy, and then shook his hands in disgust, looking embarrassed.

"Whirlwind Sweep!" Hermione glanced at Ron in disgust, raised her wrist slightly, and waved her wand to help him out of the matter.

"I really doubt you're a wizard. Hermione said regretfully.

"By the way, Harry, have you been having any headaches lately?" Hermione asked with a feigned unintentional glance at Harry's scar.

"yes, how is the scar doing? Sirius remembered the pain of his scar not long ago, and hurriedly asked.

Although he cared about Harry, he was not as meticulous as women.

"There's a little bit of it, and it's been getting more and more frequent lately. Harry touched his scar and remembered his noon dream.

"The principal was not wrong. Hermione said to herself.

Hermione decided to go to the school and give Harry a good lecture on the seriousness of the matter, as he and Voldemort's minds were connected, and he had to be on high alert.

From the information revealed by Dumbledore, it is highly likely that he will not be at school for a long time.

And the appointment cannot be refused.

Because the reason given by the Ministry of Magic seems to be high-sounding, for the safety of the entire wizarding society, he temporarily resigned, and after it was resolved, he reinstated.

This even succeeded in convincing the vast majority of school managers.

Politics is the art of compromise, and even Dumbledore can be distracted by rules.

These were all messages that Dumbledore had revealed to Hermione in advance, and they would come true after the start of the new semester.

"What does the future hold? Hermione thought a little melancholy, worried about the uncertain prospects.

She tried to learn a little bit of Occlumency, but she only scratched the surface, but at this level, how could she be Harry's teacher?

Hermione's thoughts drifted away.

And Malfoy, where is he now? Is he still on the run?

Did he really take refuge in Voldemort?

Why didn't Professor Dumbledore stop him then?

At that time, almost everyone in the auditorium panicked, and all their attention was on Malfoy, who had taken the hostage, and even she fell into a momentary state of distraction at that moment.

But why does this state of mind feel inexplicably familiar, as if I've seen it all somewhere?

Hermione, she didn't know why she felt the way she did.

While everyone was focused on the hijackers and hostages, she looked at Dumbledore.

When the hostages are taken hostage, the emotions of others can be worrying and angry, but these emotions are almost invisible in Dumbledore's eyes.

Maybe he was giving other people peace of mind.

But Hermione preferred to trust her own judgment.

The old man was very sure.

In his office that day, the ambiguous answer made the truth even more confusing.

She didn't believe the principal could be so irresponsible.

Perhaps, things will turn around?