"Hey, you two, fuck off."

Ning An shouted and walked towards Harry, the slanted wizard turned around, trying to refute something, but Ning An had already taken out his wand and pointed at him from afar.

A puff of white smoke exploded in front of Harry's eyes, and the wizard who had been holding his wand against him just now disappeared, replaced by a skunk standing blankly on the ground, the bald wizard covered his head, screamed, and hurried out of the dark doorway, the skunk also let out a stinky fart, and fled with his tail between his legs, Hermione ran over and looked at Harry's eyes full of incredulity.

"Why are you here, Harry, in Tumbledown Alley!? Oh my God, Ron wasn't with you? Are you from the Burrow? Did you receive the birthday present I sent you? ”

Hermione's barrage of questions overwhelmed Harry, and when he heard the last sentence, Harry remembered that his birthday had just passed a few days ago.

He had even forgotten about it, the only thing he had looked forward to during the countless summers at the Dursleys was his birthday, he still remembered that Hermione had sent him a large box of sugar-free snacks and a large piece of birthday cake for his birthday last year, and that on his thirteenth birthday, Harry had been given a full set of broomstick repair kits.

The Flitwood brand of highly perfect broomstick polish, the silver broom shears, the brass compass and the broomstick care manual that he had worn on long journeys were now all carried by Harry, in the suitcase attached to the firebolt.

"Hmm...... Not...... There was no ......" Looks like Hermione doesn't know how much trouble she's getting into.

Harry looked away from Hermione, what would Hermione say if she knew about the trouble he'd done, that he had been expelled from Hogwarts?

Immediately, his mind seemed to be filled with Hermione? Granger's voice: serious, solemn, anxious and worried.

"Oh my God, you're so uncool, Harry, you should have asked Dumbledore beforehand, Dumbledore would definitely deal with this kind of thing, you would only put yourself in a disadvantageous situation."

Yes, it was all Dumbledore, as if everyone thought Dumbledore would arrange everything for him, Harry thought depressedly, but the truth was that Dumbledore ignored him for the whole summer, and even kidnapped his godfather - if it wasn't for Dumbledore's errands, maybe he wouldn't have to be trapped in the privet road, but could live with Sirius.

How wonderful that summer vacation would be, it would have been as wonderful as a holiday at the Burrow, but now, Harry looked up at Hermione, she looked in great spirits, Harry had never seen Hermione so beautiful, the red robe and her long brown hair matched each other like a fire burning darkly.

"What? Harry, I didn't hear what you said-" Hermione suddenly became babbling and fussed, and she looked at Harry worriedly, as if to say:

"Look at you, what are you doing, dressed like this, standing in Tumbledown Alley, are you a dark wizard?"

Harry felt a feeling of discomfort in his heart, his eyes wandered back and forth between Hermione and Ning'an, and subconsciously in order to extricate himself from this embarrassing situation, Harry asked:

"What about you? Why are you here, Hermione? His gaze drifted to Ning An, who was standing behind, looking at him calmly, "And- why are you with him, you don't know-"

"Ah, I'll explain this to you later-" Hermione finished the conversation before Harry, slightly embarrassed, Harry was dumbfounded, he had never seen Hermione like this.

"Let's get out of here, it's not a good place to catch up." Ning An walked over from behind and asked Hermione.

"Well," Hermione nodded, then at Harry, "come back with us, Harry, what's going on, and then make it clear that you shouldn't be here any longer." ”

Harry yawned boredly at the little girl standing beside Ning An, carrying a few bags in her hands, and Harry recognized the logos for Ollivander's Wand Shop and Vanguard, where he had just bought the hooded robe yesterday.

"Brother Ning An, when are we going to buy dehydrated leeches, you said that you will use ...... in the new semester class" She tugged at the corner of Ning An's clothes and muttered quietly.

"I'll buy it another day, but I think I can borrow some from Linus as well, and there seem to be quite a few in the dark magic material storage room—"

Ning An bent down and whispered in the girl's ear, Harry hesitated, looking into Hermione's eyes, he always felt that he was no longer her best friend, or that they were still best friends, but Hermione clearly had her own choice in some aspects.

Poole had been silent since just now, how Harry wished that the pit viper, who had been with him, would give him some advice, but even if he reached out and poked him in the chest, Poole did not speak, so he had to answer:

"Well, I'm actually here for Sirius...... But where are we going? ”

"How did you know Sirius was here?" Hermione let out a long sigh of relief when she saw Harry agree, she was originally afraid that Harry would reject Ning An, but she didn't know that Harry was really unable to protect himself, and she couldn't take care of these things for a while.

"Don't take your word for it, Harry, the news in Tumbledown Alley is unreliable, and Sirius might as well write a letter to Dumbledore directly, or have Hedwig deliver it to your godfather, and he'll tell you personally, you know that—he won't hide anything from you."

The four of them came out of the gloomy alley, through a winding path, and the filthy street, the foul smell of the stinky gutter, all the way to Harry's nostrils, he still felt scared, and it was not until he passed through the narrow alleyway where he came, and stood again on the street of Diagon Alley, opposite Gringotts, that he began to regret what a foolish decision he had made to go to Tumbledown Alley.

"Why are you dressed like this," Hermione couldn't help but ask him, and seeing Harry put his hood on his head as if he was trying to hide his identity, Hermione couldn't stop her worry

"I've been in Durmstrang all the holiday, so I haven't received any letters, what the hell is going on, oh my god, you're going to have to talk to me later-"

Harry let the shadow of the hood block the view of the endless stream, passed through the changed corridor, and returned to the patio behind the Leaky Cauldron, he was a little tired of Hermione's nagging, saying that he had been in Durmstrang all the holiday, yes, Ning An was the principal of Durmstrang, was she showing off her happiness?

Carrying Dumbledore vigorously, as if he really knew what Dumbledore had done, everyone didn't understand, didn't understand what he had endured alone, but gave all the credit to Dumbledore.

"So you've been living in the Leaky Cauldron?" Hermione looked around the room in amazement, watching Harry lying on the ground, reaching for a firebow bolt from under the bed, and the suitcase on the broomstick covered in dust, as if it had been a long journey.

"Harry......"

Hermione wanted to ask something but was stopped by Ning An, to be honest, this surprised Harry, and it subverted his perception of Hermione in just a moment, this was the first time he had seen someone who could stop Hermione in this state.

"Let's go back first." Ning An pulled out a small brown square wooden box from his bosom, and when he lifted the lid, there was a glittering powder inside, which Harry recognized as Floo powder.

"But where are we going?" Harry asked

"Durmstrong," Hermione took a deep breath, took the box from Ning'an's hand, grabbed a handful, and gave it to Charlotte, who stood on tiptoe and asked her for it, then took some for herself and handed it to Harry.

"Don't call the wrong name, you won't know where you're going."

"The flames are blazing." Ning An didn't use his wand, but pointed at the small fireplace in the room, and the flames immediately burst into flames.

Charlotte the Banshee couldn't wait to throw a pinch of shiny powder into the flames, and with a "whoosh", the flames turned turquoise and rose higher than Harry, and she jumped into the flames, shouting "Durmstrang", and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"You go first, I'll leave last." Ning An said to Hermione, Hermione nodded, glanced at Harry, and raised the Floo powder in his hand, "Durmstrong-"

The flames roared and burst out, sweeping Hermione away.

"Why go to Durmstrang?" Harry asked awkwardly, he didn't rush into the fireplace, how could he have forgotten - Crum at the Triwizard Tournament was Ning An who became this thing, it could almost be said that Ning An caused Voldemort's resurrection, how could Harry not remember?

"These are extraordinary times, and we have to find a safe place." Ning An looked at Harry and replied in an extremely formulaic manner.

"Extraordinary times?" Harry laughed, "If you mean there's a terrible Dark Lord watching us secretly, I'd like to ask, who brought that guy back?" ”

Harry said what he wanted to say without hesitation, as if to deliberately provoke Ning An, and he looked directly at Ning An like a competitive young beast, as if he were calling for a duel.

But Ning An just chuckled and shook his head, then retracted his smile, looked directly at Harry and said to him:

"I don't know what you're talking about, Harry, but if you don't want to go, you can leave at any time," he said, raising his eyebrows, the coldness in his eyes that made Harry feel inexplicably chilled

"If it weren't for Hermione, I wouldn't have invited you to Durmstrang, some of the news she didn't know, but I knew it......"

Ning An walked a few steps and unconsciously approached Harry's ear, exhaling hot air and whispering softly in his ear:

"The people from the Ministry of Magic are going crazy when they want to find you, you probably don't think you can hide in the Leaky Cauldron all the time, do you?"

For a moment, Harry wanted to turn away and get on his firebolts and go anywhere, if he had been stuck on Privet Road a few weeks ago.

However, a series of experiences after escaping from the Dursleys changed him.

Where can I go? Harry thought, he was expelled from Hogwarts, and the British Ministry of Magic was looking for him, Connelly? Fudge compares him to a deceitful clown in the Daily Prophet every day, and now the clown has become a madman, a psychopath, and an assault on the staff of the Ministry of Magic, and he can't escape these big hats anymore, and they will be buckled on his head one by one, and he will not be able to get up.

Can't find Sirius, go to the Burrow? Come to think of it, Mr. Arthur works at the Ministry of Magic, and the Weasleys are already living in an embarrassing situation, and if Mr. Weasley loses his job because he harbors himself as a fugitive, oh my God, there is nothing worse than this.

Harry gritted his teeth, and suddenly realized that Durmstrang seemed to be the only place he could go, far away from the United Kingdom, at least the Ministry of Magic couldn't manage it for the time being, although Ning An was not trustworthy, but Hermione was still there, but speaking of which, wasn't he and Ning An the same kind of people now?

Harry laughed at himself.

He sprinkled the Floo powder in his hand into the stove, dragged the broomstick in his right hand, and Hedwig's birdcage in his left hand, walked in, closed his eyes, clamped his elbows, the flames were like a hot wind, he slowly opened his mouth, and shouted quickly:

"Durmstrang"

The body seemed to be sucked into a huge socket hole, and it spun rapidly, the whistling sound in his ears was deafening, the green flames made people dizzy, Harry could only desperately clamp his elbows, grab the fire bolts and birdcages in his hands, and keep spinning and turning, Hedwig seemed to be chirping uncomfortably.

Then the spin stopped, the heat of the flames subsided, and now it seemed as if a cold hand was lapping his cheek, Hedwig screamed in the cage expressing its displeasure, but Harry didn't have time to pay attention for the moment, and was greeted by a large lobby.

Harry stood outside the quaint fireplace, facing the rows of clear glass windows, a room so tall that Harry reminded him of the Great Hall of Hogwarts, with dark red curtains cascading down like a cascade on either side of the windows.

The marble floor reflects the sunlight outside the window, a circular carpet spreads in the center of the hall, and the milky white sofa surrounds the glittering coffee table, which is filled with silverware of different shapes, some of which are smoking, making people feel inexplicably peaceful when they see it.

"Oh, Harry, why did you take so long, Ning'an—" Hermione stood in front of the fireplace, hurriedly stepped forward to take Harry's broom and birdcage, and whispered to Hedwig.

Harry was still stunned as he looked at the spacious, bright hall, so this was Durmstrang, right?

Looking out through the clear glass of the big / pian in the distance, you can see the vast meadows, and the mountains in the distance, is this where Hermione spent her summer vacation?

Thinking about his days in Little Whitkin, Harry always felt like he wanted to say something, but couldn't say it, so he could only let Hermione take it in a daze.

At this time, there was a "whew" sound behind him, and the flames seemed to burst out of the fireplace, and then the upper of the shoe stepped on the marble and made a "pop" sound, Hermione immediately raised her head, and a reassuring smile appeared on her face, it was Ning An who came back.