When the Hogwarts Express left the station the next day, En ranenacomvio knew about it early in the morning, and they had talked at night.

One night they had a crazy night, it was past one o'clock in the morning, and the fat lady was reluctant to let Vio out, so Hermione had to sneak Vio back to her bedroom, and Vio's bedroom in Slytherin was a lonely single room, so no one noticed this.

"I went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, just before breakfast. I've decided not to take Muggle studies anymore. ”

"But your test score is 320 percent!" Ron said.

"I know," Hermione said, sighing, "but I can't stand it next year like this year." Did I tell you there's a time turner? That timer is going to drive me crazy, and thank goodness I lost it. On the one hand, I will no longer have to endure the torment of keeping secrets from you, and on the other hand, I will be able to have a normal schedule again after not taking Muggle studies and divination. ”

"What timer?" Ron caught the crucial question with vigilance, no matter how much Hermione said later, "what else did you not tell us?

Hermione then took some time to explain to them what the time-turner was for.

While Vio was listening quietly beside him, he kept unconsciously rubbing the small hourglass in his pocket, his face not red or panting.

"I promised Professor McGonagall not to tell anyone. Hermione said solemnly. "But then I lost it. Professor McGonagall even published a magical revelation in the Daily Prophet, and anyone who had touched the time-turner could not resist telling the truth and contacting her according to the contact information in the revelation. ”

Vio thought to herself that she would refuse to read any form of Daily Prophet in the future.

She looked back at Harry, who was watching as Hogwarts was obscured by a mountain.

It's going to take two months to see Hogwarts again.

But for the first time, Harry had an expectant look on his face, and he seemed to wish the train had arrived early so he could see Sirius sooner.

"Harry," Hermione said suddenly, looking back, "what's out of your window?"

Harry turned to look outside. Above the windowpane was a small gray thing jumping and flickering.

He stood up to see better. It was a little owl with a letter that was too big for it.

The owl was so small that it kept somersaulting in the air, being hit by the air behind the train.

Harry quickly pulled down the window and reached out his arm to grab the owl with the speed of a professional Quidditch Seeker, as if he were catching a fluffy golden snitch.

The owl let the letter land on Harry's seat, and began to climb steeply up the carriage, clearly proud of its mission.

After shaking for a while, he found Hedwig standing in the cage, and immediately rushed over, sticking his head over and squeezing it affectionately.

Hedwig moved her mouth solemnly to show her displeasure.

Crookhill sat up in his seat, his big yellow eyes following the little owl.

Ron noticed this and grabbed the little owl so that it would not be harmed.

He already knew that Crookshank hadn't done anything to Spotted, and that it had always wanted to do something, but it was an owl.

Harry dropped down the window and picked up a few of the owl's fallen feathers.

Curious, Vio picked up the letter, addressed to Harry.

She happily agreed, but she tore open the letter, took one look at it, smiled and handed it to Harry.

Harry shouted happily when he received it, "Sirius wrote it!"

Dear Harry,

I hope you will receive this letter before you get to your aunt's house.

I don't know if they're used to owl messengers.

But the owl seemed to be the best postman I could find, and it did seem to be in a hurry to do the job.

During our brief meeting, there was one thing that I never had a chance to tell you: it was I who sent you the firebolts.

Lupin and I went to the post office and ordered the owl.

I used your name, but told them to go to my own vault at Gringotts 711 to withdraw the money.

Think of it as a thirteenth birthday gift from your godfather.

I think I've scared you.

That was the first time we met last year, and I'd like to apologize for that.

I just wanted to take a look at you before going to the north, and I ended up seeing a very unreliable girl next to you, of course, and I retracted the idea and apologized to her in the same way.

But I think you were scared to see me at the time.

By the way, as the unfortunate news, Dumbledore didn't say anything when he heard that Lupin and I were going to live together, but when I made it clear to him that I wanted to live with you, he explicitly and firmly rejected me.

The reason he didn't say, but I was warned that it was absolutely impossible to do so.

But don't worry, I'll pick you up at the train station, and in the meantime, I won't give up on our wishes.

I think it's time to meet your aunt and uncle and let them know that you have a godfather.

Sirius

When Harry read this, his whole body quickly became sullen.

His own home, a family who loved him, the happiness that he once felt very close and within his reach, turned into a fantasy in less than a day.

He felt all his strength drained.

He then found out that there was a postscript in the letter, but he didn't want to read it any further, so he handed it to Ron.

Both Ron and Hermione felt a little overwhelmed and quietly stayed by his side.

"Harry" vio tried his best to encourage him to think in a good direction, "Sirius said he didn't give up, he was already a normal person, if you want to meet, you can do it at any time!"

Harry was silent, but after a few minutes, his face did improve a little, and he even noticed that Ron hadn't finished reading the letter yet.

So Ron seized the opportunity to change the subject and read it aloud.

.: I think your friend Ron might be willing to keep this owl, but he lost the mouse because of me.

It was Ron's turn to widen his eyes, and the little owl was still crying excitedly.

"Raise it?" he said uncertainly.

He looked at the owl carefully, looked at it for a moment, and then, to their great surprise, he took it to Crook Hill to sniff.

"What do you think?" Ron asked the cat, "must it be an owl?"

Crook Hill whined contentedly.

"That's good enough for me," Ron said happily, "it's my owl that is completely mine!"