"That man is really here, to kill Harry Potter!"

Similar voices began to circulate in Hogwarts.

In the eyes of all the little wizards, Sirius was a complete lunatic, a murderer, a loyal servant of Voldemort, his right-hand man, and even blew up a street with a spell twelve years ago, killing thirteen people.

If there was anything else to explain his previous assault on the Fat Lady, his breaking into the Gryffindor common room and turning Harry's bedroom inside out only said one thing

He's eyeing Harry Potter!

And he also sent Harry Potter a 'fire bolt' on the same day!

Harry's handing in the firebolt also caused quite a stir, as Gryffindor Quidditch captain Wood wanted to lend it to the Gryffindor team after learning that Harry had a firebolt.

For three days, the young wizards of Hogwarts discussed it.

Gryffindor thought it was too exciting and celebrated it for two nights.

Ravenclaw, on the other hand, analyzed Sirius's intentions, but in the end nothing came to his senses.

The Slytherins believed that this was a conspiracy and that Sirius must be plotting some shady secret.

As for Hufflepuff, they thought it was too terrible, and they usually didn't dare to act alone, and at the same time almost doubled the amount of food.

Midnight Slytherin gatherings

"Blake is so bold as to openly provoke Mr. Potter."

In Slytherin's eyes, the 'Firebolt' was Black's provocation to Harry, a warning letter, a declaration of war.

The 'Firebolt' must have had an extremely vicious curse on it, and Harry would attack as soon as he dared to sit on it.

Otherwise, who will give you a 'supercar' when they are full?

"Do you think Mr. Dursley will make a move?" Some little wizards asked curiously.

The other little wizard immediately shook his head: "A mere Blake is not worth Mr. Dursley's help, Mr. Potter is enough to deal with." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, someone else raised a different opinion: "Not necessarily, don't forget. Mr. Potter has been hiding himself. ”

Harry's practical classes are basically full marks, but once it comes to theory. He'd pull a bit, which seemed to the Slytherins to be clumsy.

But there was one thing that the Slytherins agreed on - 'Black is dead'.

But after making a fuss at Gryffindor, Sirius, as he had done in the previous attack on the Fat Lady, vanished once again.

The time came to the weekend, and almost every young wizard above the third grade was looking forward to this time.

According to Hogwarts rules, young wizards can visit Hogsmeade, the wizarding village, every weekend.

This is provided that their parent or guardian signs it.

Needless to say, Dudley naturally and Harry were able to get the autograph smoothly, but on weekdays Dudley was busier than during classes, and basically chose to spend it at Hogwarts. As for Hogsmeade Village, several people did not show much interest, after all, they can go there on their own at any time during the holidays.

It's just that this week the professors all need to patrol to look for Sirius traces, and no one has left them alone to make up for them, so they are naturally idle.

"I think we should take a break this week and go to Hogsmeade to relax?"

After Hermione said this, she fell silent for a moment, and everyone's eyes turned to her in unison, her face full of incredulity.

It's hard to imagine that this offer would have been her own initiative.

Rest, alas, rest, is this still Hermione, who always talks about 'there is not much time, we should hurry up and study', 'you don't study now, what's the use of learning when you're old', and 'there are XX days until the final exam'?

Isn't it going to be replaced by Sirius?

Looking at the expressions of her peers, Hermione knew what was going on in their hearts, and said angrily, "Proper rest can help improve the efficiency of learning." ”

"Although wizards have always looked down on ordinary people, what they say sometimes makes more sense than wizards."

"We need to master scientific learning methods."

Neville, an honest child, asked, "What is science?" ”

"A system not inferior to magic."

Dudley replied to Neville.

Neville honestly wrote them down, and Dudley had told him that a good memory was better than a bad pen, and that Neville's memory had never been very good.

Dudley continued: "Actually, I'm also going to let everyone relax this week, and I have something else to announce. ”

Neville's face was full of surprise when he heard this, "Could it be that you and Hermione are getting married?" ”

As soon as this remark came out, Ron, who was stealing snacks, choked and sprayed Harry, who was closest to him, in the face.

Draco on the side said with extremely exaggerated body movements: "Oh, Brother D, thank you for conquering our study committee, discipline committee, life committee and labor committee with your charm. ”

These were the words he had heard from Dudley.

"Oh no, you're not old enough to get married." Neville seemed to react and said slowly.

Hermione's face turned red at a rate visible to the naked eye, and she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more crooked, Dudley said angrily, "If you don't want to, continue to study this weekend." ”

Several people instantly turned into good babies and said in unison.

"We don't have any opinions."

Even those who love to learn have times when they want to take a break.

It's been a few months since the school year, and Harry hasn't even been to Hogsmeade once, except for studying is learning, and this perseverance alone makes the other young wizards very admirable.

No wonder they are so good

That's true, they understand it, but if you want the other little wizards to learn from them, you can't do that.

It's impossible to study, and it's hard enough to study, so you have to play hard and reward yourself weekends.

On the weekend, the group met on the way to Hogsmeade.

Instead of going to Duke Honey, which the little wizards loved, Hogsmeade came to the Three Broomsticks and ordered a refreshing butterbeer at Lady Rosmerta.

This time Harry didn't ask for baking soda, because there was no umbrella on it this time.

"It tastes good."

Ron most of the time in one go, giving a long burp.

"Tsk Robin Hood, you're rude. Hiccup."

Draco had just started to laugh at Ron, but before he could finish his sentence, he couldn't help but burp himself.

Looking at Ron's smiling eyes, Draco was momentarily embarrassed.

Thankfully, Dudley freed him from the siege.

"Remember what I told you about the pocket money project at the end of last semester?"

(End of chapter)