On the other side of the crossroads, not far from Voldemort, Harry Potter and his godfather, Sirius Black, are shopping for some new necessities at the beginning of the new semester, such as some necessary textbooks for the new semester.
He had grown a little taller and needed a new robe.
All the dementors in Britain were controlled by Malfoy because of food and contracts, and they stayed quietly in the dark to "suck people", so Umbridge didn't have extra men to go to Privet Drive to attack, and there was no Necessary, she is now at the pinnacle of power, no need to please her boss, the original trajectory has changed, the reason why she attacked Harry at that time was because the boy spread "false" information, which made people panic and was not good for her boss.
She needed to suck up to them back then, to compliment them.
But now, many people, including herself, have accepted the fact that Voldemort has returned, and it is precisely through this that she took the opportunity to rise to power.
There was even a part of this reason for her taking over.
Many people do not want the current situation to continue to be turbulent. A wizarding society with an unstable political situation cannot resist Voldemort.
The political direction, from the moment Fudge stepped down, has undergone tremendous changes, which no one can predict.
So, the savior classmate had a smooth summer vacation.
Sirius Black would visit the Dursleys from time to time, and then dangle in front of their eyes the moving wanted warrant that had been invalidated for an unknown amount of time.
At that time, he was full of whiskers and lack of care, and he was laughing maniacally in the newspaper, which was very intimidating.
Real people are always more deterrent than other dead evidence.
When the living "Wanted Criminal" and "Murderer" stood in front of them, the expressions of Uncle Vernon's family were quite exciting.
Especially "terrorists" who also mastered magic.
It also made Harry's holiday quite enjoyable.
It's just that due to Dumbledore's request, he couldn't take Harry too far, and he couldn't travel far. He also needed to rely on the protective magic of the family's blood relationship to avoid possible killings by Voldemort.
But generally speaking, his vacation was quite enjoyable, Dudley didn't dare to bully him at all, and the bonus of one thousand galleons made him no longer have to worry about spending.
Although Sirius was quite rich, and he would never be stingy with Harry, Harry felt that his own money was better spent.
The only downside is that the intensity of his headaches has continued unabated, and the frequency and severity are getting higher and higher.
On many ordinary midnights, he would wake up from his dream, sweating profusely, and the sweat would often soak the back of his pajamas, and his eyes would see many strange scenes. Stopped in the crevice of the stone and dripped, making a ticking sound.
He was obviously short-sighted, and he didn't wear glasses when he slept, but those scenes flashed in his eyes very clearly, as if he was present.
Occasionally, there was a thick and long giant boa constrictor lying on a black stone. Most of the time, it closed its eyes for a nap, and then suddenly opened those cruel snake eyes. It's not just sliding slowly on the ground.
Harry even had some empathy, as if he was the snake, with a thirst for raw blood, for biting, for destruction, for all cruel and bloodthirsty deeds, as if that was the nature engraved in his blood.
That was where Voldemort used to live before, sleeping out in the wild, or not in the wild, just in some desolate caves.
And in the middle of the holiday, the place he dreamed of suddenly changed again.
It was a relatively luxurious and elegant room. There was an exquisite small bed in the corner, a dark green gauze hanging in it, a few mahogany chairs in the middle of the room, and an exquisite lamp on the table. The magic table lamp, the lampshade is made of unknown material, even if it is not lit, it still emits a faint white light, with some grainy lines, and the lower half is a polished base.
As for the gorgeous bookcase in the other corner, it is not so much a bookcase as an ornament, and it is equally luxurious and extravagant.
There are some ancient magic props everywhere, a clock made of pure gold is hung on one wall, surrounded by abstract and profound portraits, simple but elegant silverware is placed in the space between the bookcases, and several lines are engraved on the other wall. Thick and long black pythons are intertwined, showing their fangs ferociously, as if they will jump out of the painting at any moment.
If he had been a guest at Malfoy's house, he would have known that it was a hidden room in the Malfoy Manor, used to entertain the most distinguished people.
But today was even more abnormal. He woke up with a start during his nap, and the scene that came to his mind was the all-too-familiar Diagon Alley.
This gave him an urge to rush here immediately.
It just so happened that school was about to start, so he came here with his godfather.
Before that, he used Hedwig to deliver the letter, made an appointment with Hermione and Ron, and met them here.
In the days when school is about to start, they can enjoy the last time of the holiday.
Without the trial about the dementors, it would be impossible to go to the Order of the Phoenix, not to mention that the stronghold should also change. The owner of the Black family mansion has also changed at this time, so it is impossible to choose it as a stronghold.
"Harry!" Harry suddenly heard someone calling him, and it was a familiar voice. It turned out that Ron was waving at him from the other end of the intersection, shouting loudly.
After a holiday, both of them have grown a lot taller.
"Long time no see, I want you to come to my house as a guest earlier, my mother is always talking about you." Ron quickly ran over, the two hugged tightly, and then he said helplessly.
Harry immediately thought of Mrs. Weasley's kind and kind face. During the Goblet of Fire last year, she came to watch his game as a family member. treated like a son.
Then Ron turned his gaze.
"Hello, Sirius!" Ron said briskly, waved his hand, and greeted Sirius. He now looks very confident, and the aura of the prefect has greatly improved his confidence.
Neither of his troublemaker twin brothers had ever been a prefect.
Sirius nodded, with a smile on his expressionless face: "Hello, Ron."
"By the way, I'm going to be a prefect, look, Harry." Ron handed Harry the prefect appointment letter he got, with a bit of showing off, which is still human.
"Congratulations." Harry took the envelope, looked at it a few times, and then looked at the gold and red badge that Ron had just bought, and said with some envy, but he didn't know why he didn't get the position.
He felt that his performance over the years should be pretty good.
Maybe it was a poor grade in Potions class? He thought so.
That's the only reason.
Snape's gloomy and sallow face, and the hatred that almost penetrated into the marrow of his bones emerged in his mind.
That Potions teacher loved targeting him, no, not just targeting, it was torture.
But having said that, Ron is not much better than him, is he
Snape hated him, and of course he didn't have a good look at the people around him. In other words, he had a sense of hatred for the entire Gryffindor, and Ron was often implicated.
And what about Hermione? Ron is already a prefect, so should she be too
Harry thought silently.
Her grades are impeccable, and Hermione can easily deal with many headaches for him and Ron. Compared with passing the test, Hermione's pursuit is excellence or even perfection.
There was a trace of jealousy in his heart, but it quickly disappeared.
"Hi! Harry, Ron, oh, and Sirius?" A lilting female voice joined their conversation.
They turned their heads to see a girl standing behind them and tapped Harry on the shoulder.
The girl is Hermione. She is wearing a blue and white square-neck plaid shirt and a black polka-dot skirt today. Her usual neutral and capable style has been restrained a little, and she is showing some playfulness and leisure. style, casual and concise.
In a few days, everyone will have to put on the official clothes, and she can enjoy the last freedom.
Her youthful face also faded away, and her eyes became more energetic. Perhaps, when learning Occlumency, it will help her to know herself and mature.
She has also grown taller, the only thing that hasn't changed is her brown curly hair, which is still somewhat messy.
"It seems that everyone is here, how about going for a drink?" Sirius glanced at Hermione, nodded, and finally suggested.
"Of course, students should drink less, preferably not alcohol," Black added.
So the group started heading to a nearby bar.
The nearest bar is the Leaky Cauldron. It is an untidy bar. It is cramped and cramped, full of fish and dragons, but the drinks they sell are good, which is why many people are willing to stay here.
The four of them pushed open the old wooden door and walked in.
There is no lighting here, it looks a bit dark, and some are just dim candlelight.
The smell of alcohol and the body odor of the drinkers were intertwined. The waiter carried the plate and quickly shuttled between the tables. They found a table that could barely be called clean and sat down.
As usual, they exchanged information about the holiday, and after hearing about Sirius' deterrent effect on the Vernon family, Ron happily raised his glass.
"This is really a celebration." He said cheerfully, raising his glass
"...It's just... how is that mysterious man doing now?" After clinking glasses, Ron seemed to suddenly think of something, and asked in a low voice.
"This is not something you should be concerned about." Sirius frowned.
He was deeply impressed by the events of the previous school year, when his godson was nearly killed in the Goblet of Fire.
"Everything has to be resolved by adults, this is not something you should worry about." He still subconsciously hoped that they could avoid these dangerous things.
"Malfoy is so hateful! If it wasn't for him, that man wouldn't be resurrected at all." Ron slapped the dirty table in front of him hard, making his hands covered with oil, and then shook his hands in disgust. , looking embarrassed.
"Whirlwind sweep!" Hermione gave Ron a disgusted look, raised her wrist slightly, and waved her wand to help him solve this trouble.
"I really doubt you're a wizard," said Hermione regretfully.
"By the way, Harry, do you still have a headache recently?" Hermione pretended not to glance at Harry's scar at this moment, and then asked naturally.
"Yes, how is the scar recently?" Sirius just remembered the pain from the scar not long ago, and hurriedly asked.
Although he cared about Harry very much, he was not as meticulous as women after all.
"It's a little bit, and it's been getting more and more frequent recently." Harry stroked his scar, recalling his dream at noon today.
"The headmaster didn't make a mistake in his judgment." Hermione thought.
Hermione decided to go to school and explain the seriousness of the matter to Harry. He and Voldemort's thoughts can be connected, so they must maintain a high degree of vigilance.
From the information disclosed by Dumbledore, it is very likely that he will not be at school for a long time.
And that offer couldn't be turned down.
Because the reasons given by the Ministry of Magic seemed high-sounding, for the safety of the entire wizarding society, he temporarily resigned and re-employed after the solution was resolved.
This even succeeded in convincing the vast majority of the school directors.
Politics is an art of compromise, and even Dumbledore was disturbed by rules and regulations.
These are the news that Dumbledore revealed to Hermione in advance, and it will be realized after the new semester begins.
"What will the future be like?" Hermione thought slightly melancholy, worried about the not-so-optimistic future.
She tried to learn a little bit of Occlumency, but she only got a little way, but at this level, how could she be Harry's teacher
Hermione's thoughts kept drifting away.
And Malfoy, where is he now? Are you still on the run
Did he really turn to Voldemort
Why didn't Professor Dumbledore stop him then
At that time, almost everyone in the auditorium panicked, and all their attention was focused on Malfoy, who was holding the hostage. Even she fell into a momentary state of absence at that moment.
However, why does this state of mind feel inexplicably familiar, as if I have seen all this before
Hermione didn't know why she felt this way.
While everyone was focusing on the hijackers and hostages, she looked at Dumbledore.
When the hostage is taken hostage, other people can feel worried and angry, but these emotions are almost invisible in Dumbledore's eyes.
Maybe he did it to reassure others.
But Hermione preferred to trust her own judgment.
The old man was very determined.
In his office that day, the ambiguous answer made the truth even more confusing.
She didn't believe the principal would be so irresponsible.
Maybe, things have turned around