Harry sat in the Potter Mansion until the evening.

Euphemia returns.

Grandpa and Grandma babbled on and on about many things that they hadn't talked about last year.

Those friends who wanted to mention it, but didn't dare to mention it.

Peter, who died heroically, the man who seemed too timid to look like a Gryffindor, became a real Gryffindor at the end of his life.

And Lupin, who was a poor little fellow, a werewolf, and had lived a pitiful life all along.

Euphemia suggested to him more than once that he should be allowed to live in the old Potter mansion, so that he would be a home and that he would no longer have to live a life of running around.

But he didn't agree.

It was a werewolf with a lot of self-respect.

It wasn't until Flitvier, who was drunk in the bar, that he couldn't put his mind at ease, and after looking for him, he left in the moonlight together.

The following days were the same as the summer vacation of the first school year.

It's just that the actual combat training has become once a week.

Flitwick finally couldn't help but open his mouth, and complained to Harry that his old body really couldn't hold on.

Only a week has passed since the second month.

The owl was punctual and threw the Daily Prophet down and stood on Harry's shoulder with his legs outstretched.

Flitwick waved his wand, and five Nats landed in the owl's pocket, which was satisfied with the bread Harry had handed him and flapped its wings and flew away.

Harry reached out and was about to pick up the newspaper.

Smack-

Flitwick slapped it hard and pressed it under the palm of his hand, "Harry, I think I'm in good spirits today, how about we go to combat training now?" ”

"Professor, your acting skills are much worse than Lockhart's." Harry was expressionless, "Is there anything in the newspaper that you think I can't read?" ”

Flitwick tilted his head away.

"Because of my eyes, start calling me a freak?" Harry tried to make a guess, "If that's the case, don't worry, I'm not that vulnerable. ”

Flitwick didn't let go of his hand, but pressed it tighter.

"Not scolding me?" Harry was a little surprised, "Then why are you so nervous?" ”

He waved his wand.

The table began to twist and sink downward, and the plate turned into small hands, dragging the newspaper to him.

Flitwick pulled out his wand and nearly hit it with a "thunderbolt".

The content of the first edition fell into the eye.

A huge photograph of a man with a haggard face and long, messy hair, and the appalling caption: "Still on the Run, Escaping from Azkaban, the Most Dangerous Criminal of All Time!" 》

Flitwick lowered his head.

Harry took a breath, his heart beating rapidly, but his tone was unusually calm: "He actually escaped from prison?" ”

"He's dangerous." Flitwick waved his wand and restored the table, "You don't want to ......"

"Professor, you know my level." Harry put the newspaper down, and the report was full of Fudge's rhetoric and no useful information.

Where is Sirius?

How did he escape?

None of that was said.

There's no need to look any further.

Flitwick opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, yes, he knew Harry's level, and now he was good enough to be called a good wizard.

He has enough power to avenge his parents.

"So, let me think about it." Harry played with his wand, "Why did he escape?" ”

As he spoke, he paused and looked at Flitwick, "Professor, do the prisoners in Azkaban have access to outside information?" ”

"Maybe there are some jailers who will bring them the outdated Daily Prophet." Flitwick replied, "There's not much restriction on Azkaban in this regard, after all, the prisoners inside will go crazy in half a year." ”

"And Sirius has been locked up in it for almost twelve years."

Newspapers?

Harry flipped through his memory.

It soon leads to what he thinks is the reason why Sirius might have escaped Azkaban.

In the pre-holiday issue of the Daily Prophet, it was reported that Hogwarts had been attacked by Dark Wizards, and that the Malfoys might have provided some dark magic items.

Is it because of this report?

As Voldemort's lackey, it is very likely that he knew that the Malfoys had a Horcrux in their possession, and that Hogwarts was the cause of the Horcruxes.

When he saw that his master started to make trouble, he couldn't wait to escape and express his heartfelt feelings?

So where to find Sirius?

An answer came to mind.

Malfoy's house.

"Professor, I'll go out." Harry stood up.

With a wave of his wand, Flitwick opened the door, "If you're going to find Blake, I'll be with you." ”

"I'm going to Legnack's workshop." Harry replied, "Let's see if my sword is ready." ”

Flitwick sat down again, but still a little uneasy: "If you decide to go to Blake, don't be impulsive, you can trust the professor." ”

"You know me." Harry nodded and walked out.

Flitwick stopped talking.

It's just because I know that I don't feel at ease.

In the workshop.

Hawk was still picky and picky about Legnack, keeping a close eye on his every process, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, he would be greedy for the materials.

There was movement at the door.

Hawke half-squinted at the past, and immediately greeted him warmly: "Mr. Potter, why are you free to come here today?" Is it not worrying about Ragnack? ”

"I'll supervise him for you."

As the most famous little wizard in the wizarding world, he is also the best customer of Legnack's workshop.

Hawke was very enthusiastic about him.

"I was trying to ask, how is my gear being built?" Harry asked.

Hawke became anxious for him: "Yes, Mr. Potter, you need these things very much right now, and I am already urging him. ”

"The bone sword has just been played."

"The armor will take a while, but it will be in your hands before school starts."

Harry beckoned, "Where's the sword?" ”

Hawke snapped his fingers, and a wooden box in the workshop floated up and flew into Harry's hand.

Snap your fingers again.

The wooden box opens, revealing the sword inside.

The bone sword is white, and there is a blood groove.

"This sword is covered with a dust charm, a sturdiness charm, and a sharpness charm." Hawke introduced, "It also solidifies the effect of snake venom, which is a poisonous sword." ”

"It's just that the material is limited, and it can't absorb the magic effect like the Gryffindor sword."

Harry picked it up and spun it twice.

The feel is outstanding.

"How does it feel?" Hawke asked eagerly, "If there's anything that's not going well, you can change it." ”

Legnak scoffed.

"Great workmanship." Harry's wand was tapped on the box, turning it into a scabbard, strapped to himself, and inserted the sword in, "I'm satisfied. ”

Legnack snorted proudly.

He's the best of the goblins available, and someone like Hawke who would rather be a human lackey doesn't understand how good his craft is.

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(End of chapter)