"Wait a minute, Mr. Minister!" said Harry hastily. "What about my punishment?"
"Punishment?!" Fudge blinked, as if he just remembered such a thing.
"I'm breaking the law!" said Harry, "the law restricting the use of magic by minors!"
"Oh dear boy, we won't punish you for such a small thing!" Fugu waved his scone impatiently. Sent to Azkaban!"
Harry was confused by the words, which didn't quite fit with his past dealings with the Ministry.
"I got a formal warning last year when a house-elf conjured Dudley into a pigtail at my uncle's house!" Harry said, frowning. "The Ministry of Magic says that if any more magic is performed there, Hogwarts is going to expel me!"
With a perfect question, Ivan saw Fudge suddenly look embarrassed with great interest.
"Circumstances change, Harry! In the present case, it's your ... well, surely you don't want to be expelled?"
"Of course not," Harry replied hastily.
Hearing Harry's words, Fudge laughed easily. He called the bar owner Tom over, motioned him to open a room for Harry, and repeatedly asked Harry to stay in Diagon Alley obediently for the next two weeks. Don't go out inside, especially don't wander around in Muggle London.
Then he put on his robe and prepared to leave.
"Mr. Minister, have you heard from Sirius Black?"
At Harry's words, Fudge's fingers slipped on the silver buttons of his robes.
"Oh, you heard the news! Well, no, not yet, but it's only a matter of time before he is caught. The guards of Azkaban have never failed before, and they are very angry this time, more than I know It's great every time." Fudge's voice trembled a little.
"Goodbye, then, dear Harry." Fudge shook hands with Harry.
Harry hurriedly asked the other party if he could sign his consent form to visit Hogsmeade, and Fudge looked uncomfortable.
He flatly rejected Harry, and the expression on his face became more and more unnatural. When Ivan saw him turn around, he quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
After Ivan and Harry had finished their respective scones, they followed Tom up a beautiful wooden staircase to a room with a brass sign at the door indicating number eleven, and Tom opened the door. Inside the room was a large bed that looked very comfortable, a few pieces of bright oak furniture, the fire in the fireplace was crackling, and Hedwig, who hadn't been seen for a while, was standing on top of the wardrobe.
"Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed in surprise, "So you are here, did you send that letter to Ivan, what did he say?"
He stopped immediately, and he found that when he left the Dursleys, the text message he had written to Ivan in a hurry was tied to Hedwig's lap intact, without moving.
Harry suddenly became a little worried. Hedwig couldn't find Ivan, but why didn't the other party reply to him? Could there be any accidents.
Just when he was wondering, Hedwig suddenly flew to the side of the black cat that had been following him.
As soon as Ivan jumped onto the bed, he saw Hedwig sizing him up, his amber eyes were full of vigilance, then it seemed to see through his disguise, he cooed a few times, and came up to say hello to him intimately. Hand the parchment on the feet to himself.
How strange is it that a cat is reading a letter!
Harry followed and sat on the bed, looking at Ivan absently.
He couldn't believe how much had happened within hours of leaving Privet Drive, that he hadn't been fired, and had two full weeks to live without the Dursleys.
But why didn't Aiwen reply to his letter? Did he also go abroad like Hermione and Ron, so that Hedwig couldn't send him the letter.
And this black cat that suddenly appeared, looking at Hedwig, seemed to know him.
Harry turned over and stretched out his hand to hug the cat, but the cat immediately avoided it and looked at him with dissatisfaction. Harry had never known a cat to have such human expressions, what a strange creature.
Then, he suddenly thought that he didn't know the name of the cat. If he planned to raise it, should he give the cat a name? !
Harry thought of a lot of names, and by the time the sky outside the window turned from a deep purple blue to a cold iron gray, he had already drifted off to sleep.
The next day, Harry was still asleep when he suddenly felt something pressing on him. He opened his eyes suddenly and found that it was Ivan who was pressing on him.
This startled him, and he lost all sleepiness immediately.
"Ivan, Ivan, wake up!" Harry pushed Ivan who was sleeping soundly, "When did you come here, did you see the letter I wrote to you, and... How did you come to my bed?!"
"Good morning, Harry!"
Ai Wen rubbed his eyes, and he found that he had changed back, and the magic power that had been exhausted had been fully recovered, and even had a considerable increase.
Seeing Harry staring at him, he hurriedly told him what happened, how his Animagus turned into a kitten, and how he was attacked by a black dog on the street. But one thing he didn't say was that the big black dog chasing him last night was actually Sirius Black.
"You, you said you turned the black cat last night?" Harry said in surprise, "No wonder I always thought it was weird, a normal cat wouldn't eat chocolate and scones, yes Bar?"
"That's right, I expected you to find out earlier." Ivan nodded, and under the other's gaze, he turned into a black cat and then changed back again.
"I should have thought of it earlier, this is the same as Professor McGonagall, what is this spell called?" Harry looked at Ivan enviously.
"Animagus!" Ivan said, "I hope you can help me keep it secret, Harry, I plan to use it as a killer weapon."
"No problem, I'll keep it a secret for you. But how did you do it, Professor McGonagall said it was a very complicated and dangerous spell?"
"I got a little help from Tom Riddle and Salazar Slytherin." Ivan sat up, "If you want to learn, I can teach you. The main difficulty lies in the accumulation of magic power. If you don't If there is an accident, you can probably learn this spell in a few years."
Next, Ivan talked to Harry about "Animagus" for a while.
After the two of them went downstairs for breakfast, he summoned Dobby the house elf.
Ivan was not found all night, and Dobby looked terrified. His fingers were covered with bandages, and he must have punished himself severely. He cried for a long time in front of the two people, which made Ivan I'm very sorry.
He comforted Dobby for a while before letting him go back and pack his luggage.
Then, he went out and called his mother again, telling her that he would live in Diagon Alley for the next two weeks until school started, so she wouldn't have to worry. Not surprisingly, Mrs. Mason scolded Ivan severely, and only reluctantly agreed to his request until the end.