Evan tried to make himself as comfortable as he could, and he half-squinted at the sight of Stancy giving Harry a copy of the Daily Prophet. On the front page is a huge photograph of Sirius Black, with a sunken face, long hair tangled together, and skin as white as wax paper.

"He looks scary, doesn't he?" Stan took a closer look at Harry's face, "It's been all about him lately, Sirius Black is considered the most notorious prisoner of all the prisoners who have spent time in Azkaban Castle. ”

"He's killed thirteen people?" Harry asked in a low voice, "Kill with a spell?"

"That's right, in front of the witnesses, in broad daylight, causing a lot of trouble!" Stan leaned over and said in a low voice, "Blake is a supporter of the Mystery, and he has a very close relationship with the Mystery. You know, when little Harry Potter was about to be killed by a mysterious man."

Evan watched Harry uneasily pull the hair down his forehead again.

"All the supporters of the Mystic Man were hunted down, and these people knew that since the Mystic Man had fled, they were all finished, so they were all honest, except Sirius Black. He is the most loyal supporter of the Mysteries, and I've heard him think that one day the Mystics will be in power, and he will be the number two man. ”

"Anyway, they cornered Blake on the streets, and the streets were full of Muggles, and Blake took out his wand and blew up half the street, killing a wizard and killing twelve Muggles. Terrible, don't you? do you know what Blake is going to do next?" Stan whispered in an exaggerated voice.

"What?" asked Harry, nervously.

"Laugh!" Stan said, "just standing there laughing, and when the Ministry of Magic reinforcements arrived, he quietly followed them, still laughing all the way." ”

"He's not going to be crazy, is he?"

"If he wasn't crazy when he got to Azkaban, he should be crazy now. Stan whispered, "Neville, you know Azkaban, no one can stay in there that long." But now that he's out, Azkaban has never escaped before, is it? The guards there can't resist, can they?"

Harry nodded uneasily, and Stan, who was on the side, turned pale, as if frightened by what he had said.

Evan looked at them speechlessly, if these two guys realized that they had just passed by Sirius Black, they would faint in fright.

Next, no one spoke.

The knight's bus drove through the darkness, breaking up bushes, bollards at the top of the pedestrian island, phone booths, and trees, and Harry lay restless, miserable and pitiful on his feathered bed.

Evan stretched out his paw and rubbed Harry's hair, and Harry seemed to want to hug him, and he hurriedly jumped to the side to dodge.

The sky outside the window was a little brighter than before, and Evan saw a tattered little bar appear in front of him, and the knight bus taxied to a stop.

Evan jumps on Harry's shoulder, they get out of the car, Stan puts Harry's suitcase and Hedwig's cage on the sidewalk, and the knight bus drives away.

"Alright, we're going to Gringotts" Harry stopped abruptly, looking ahead in surprise.

"You're here, Harry!" In the darkness, a figure suddenly emerged from the low, gloomy foyer of the Leaky Cauldron, it was Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic.

Harry was secretly nervous as he dragged his heavy suitcase into the bar by Fudge, where a man with a hunched back and a lantern appeared in the doorway behind the bar.

This is Tom, the wrinkled-faced, toothless owner of the Leaky Cauldron.

"You've found him, Minister!" said Tom, bowing, "what would you like to drink, beer or brandy?"

"Let's have a pot of tea. Fudge looked haggard, and he gestured to a chair by the fire and said to Harry, "Sit down, Harry." ”

Harry sat down, and despite the fire, Aven could feel his body trembling slightly, as if he was very nervous.

Fudge took off his green pinstriped robe, tossed it aside, then quickly pulled up the pants of his dark green suit and sat down across from Harry.

"We just met three months ago, Harry, and I'm Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic. ”

Fudge said quickly, giving a strange glance at the black cat lying on Harry's shoulder.

Harry nodded stiffly, he couldn't believe that he had been caught by the Minister of Magic himself. Three months ago, the other party had just awarded himself, Aven, Hermione, and Ron special contribution awards, and now they are coming to fire him?!

Before he could say anything, Tom, the owner of the bar, appeared again, bringing tea and baked bread from a tray.

He placed the tray on the table between Fudge and Harry, left the private seat, and closed the door with him.

"All right, Harry!" said Fudge, pouring out the tea, "I'm not afraid you know, you're making us panic and running out of your aunt and uncle's house like this! ”

Fudge buttered his scones and pushed the plate towards Harry.

"Eat, Harry, you look dead. You'll be glad to hear how we resolved Miss Maggie's unfortunate blow-up, and a few hours ago, two members of the Contingency Reversal Department were ordered to Privet Road. Miss Maggie recovered, and her memories were adjusted. She didn't remember it, it was like that, it didn't do any harm. ”

Evan jumped lightly onto the long table and brought himself a piece of baked bread.

He saw Fudge smiling at Harry from the edge of his teacup, like an uncle looking at his beloved nephew. Across the table, Harry couldn't believe his ears and opened his mouth as if to speak, but couldn't think of what to say, so he closed his mouth.

"Ah, you're worried about your aunt and uncle's reaction, aren't you?" said Fudge, "well, I don't deny that they're extremely angry. Harry, though, as long as you stay at Hogwarts for Christmas and Easter, they're ready to let you go back next summer. ”

"I'll always be at Hogwarts for Christmas and Easter. Harry felt his throat stop panicking, "I don't want to go back to Privet Road." ”

"Well, well, when you're calmed down, I'm sure you won't think like that!" Fudge said with a worried tone, "They're your family after all, and I'm sure you love each other deep down." ”

Harry didn't want to correct Fudge, he waited to hear how to get rid of him.

"Now the question is, where are you going to spend the remaining two weeks of vacation?"

"I thought I could go to my classmate Aven's house, he invited me many times. Harry said uncertainly.

"You're talking about Evan Mason, that kid is really good, he's helped us a lot with the Chamber of Secrets, and thanks to the article he wrote, people have corrected their misconceptions about the Ministry of Magic. Fudge was buttering the second pancake, "But he's probably not going to be of much help this time, since the guy actually suggested you open a room in the Leaky Cauldron and stay there until the end of the summer." ”