Harry lay stiffly on the bed, gasping for breath.
The dream just now was so realistic that he couldn't tell whether it was reality or not.
He put a hand against his forehead and pressed it tightly. Under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar burned with pain, as if someone had just pressed a hot wire against his skin.
Harry sat up and put on his glasses, trying to recall the dream he had just had.
Everything was so real... There was a terrifying figure that was so familiar that he could recognize it at a glance, and two strangers, one older and one younger... He frowned, concentrated his thoughts, and tried hard to recall...
A dim room loomed before his eyes... In front of the fireplace sat the hideous, hairless, noseless Voldemort, the face Harry had seen countless times in the Dementor-induced hallucinations.
The younger one was very respectful to Voldemort, and he must be a Death Eater. He and Voldemort were discussing some plan. As for the old man who appeared outside the door at the end, he was brutally killed by Voldemort with the Killing Curse...
Thinking this way, Harry walked aimlessly to the window, opened the curtains, and looked blankly at the street below.
Privet Drive looked exactly like an ordinary suburban street should on a Sunday morning, with few lights and the curtains on both sides of the street drawn tightly.
The sky was still dark overall, but a hint of paleness gradually turned up in the distant horizon, preventing the street from falling completely into darkness.
Harry suddenly felt an unstoppable panic in his heart.
He subconsciously felt that the dream he had was something that really happened... If this thing really happened, it could only prove that Voldemort had returned and an innocent old man had been killed in reality.
Not only that, but the Death Eaters have already joined up with Voldemort, and the two are discussing a plan together, and this plan is likely to be aimed at Harry...
Harry's face turned pale unconsciously.
He turned on the desk lamp and took out a piece of parchment and a quill from his suitcase, intending to write down his dream last night and send it to Sirius.
Fortunately, maybe it was because Uncle Vernon had a change of heart or because the name of Sirius, the wanted criminal, really scared him, but Harry had a relatively free summer vacation.
His belongings were not locked in a locker as in previous years, and Hedwig was allowed to fly out of her cage, allowing him to deliver letters to his godfather and friends.
When Harry wrote the words "Dear Sirius" on the top of the parchment, suddenly a face he had missed for a long time appeared in the window of his room.
"Hey, Harry! Are you writing me a letter?"
Harry looked up and saw beautiful black hair and a pair of striking gray eyes at first glance. He couldn't help but show an expression of surprise.
"Sirius! Why are you here? Aren't you afraid of being seen by Muggles?" Harry asked excitedly.
Sirius grabbed the window railing with one hand, picked up the broomstick under him with the other hand, and jumped in from the window.
"Of course I won't be seen by those Muggles. If you ask me, Dumbledore is just too cautious." He said, "I only need to use a simple Disillusionment Charm to avoid the sight of all Muggles."
As he spoke, he placed his broom against the wall, then smiled and hugged Harry.
"What's wrong? What do you want from me?" Sirius asked gently.
"Nothing... it's just that my scar hurts a little." Harry moved his lips and said in a low voice.
He hadn't felt it when he was writing the letter before, but now that he was face to face with Sirius and told him about the pain in his scar, he felt like a wounded child seeking comfort from his parents.
"Does the scar hurt?" Sirius frowned. "Is it the scar Voldemort gave you?"
"Yeah." Harry nodded slightly, "I also had a nightmare. I dreamed that Voldemort came back and killed an innocent Muggle..."
Sirius's originally playful expression gradually turned serious.
"Harry, Dumbledore mentioned to me that there might be a secret connection between you and Voldemort." He said, "So I think this matter is not that simple. We need to ask Dumbledore."
"Um... Actually, there's no need to trouble Headmaster Dumbledore, right?" Harry hesitated.
"No, this matter is very important. If Voldemort really comes back, we must be prepared in advance!" Sirius said seriously, "and it is also easy to verify. We just need to check whether there were any Muggles who died strangely last night."
Just then, the door of Harry's room was suddenly pushed open heavily.
"Boy, why are you talking to yourself here so late at night? If you don't sleep, we will sleep too!" Uncle Vernon, who was so big that he could hardly get into the door, roared, "I think I was too indulgent to you this summer, and I spoiled you..."
Uncle Vernon finally squeezed through the door, and when he saw Sirius for the first time, the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat.
"You, you are... B, Blake..." His face flushed red and he stammered, "That Sirius B... Blake!"
The memory of this face was so profound upon Uncle Vernon that for a time he could never look through a newspaper without seeing the picture of the notorious wanted criminal on the first few pages.
Not only that, he also fantasized about finding this Sirius Black and collecting a huge bounty!
But Vernon never imagined that Harry actually had a wanted criminal as his godfather, and this godfather even came to his house!
He originally thought that Harry was just making up nonsense, but he restrained himself a little just to be on the safe side, and didn't go as far as he did before...
'Luckily I left a way out,' Vernon thought to himself.
But there was still a problem. He was just woken up by Harry's voice, and he got angry and yelled at Harry. As a result, he bumped into Sirius's gun...
Uncle Vernon felt that his life was in danger.
"You are my godson's uncle?" Sirius glanced at Vernon, his expression full of unrestrained arrogance. "I heard you were too indulgent to my godson this summer. What did you do originally?"
The cold sweat on Vernon's forehead instantly flowed down.
"No... No, I didn't, absolutely not!" He said tremblingly, "I was just joking with Harry. After all, I am his uncle, and we are very close!"
"But why did I hear Harry say... that you have always been mean to him since he was a child?" Sirius said coldly, "Look at the clothes Harry is wearing, the sleeves can fit his thighs, it's obvious that they are what your fat pig son left behind!"
"Mr. Blake, I'll go buy Harry a set of... No! Buy him ten new sets of clothes and never let him wear Dudley's old clothes again!" Vernon said, patting his chest.
"Tsk, then you'd better hurry up. I want to see Harry wearing new clothes in ten minutes." Sirius sneered.
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away!" Vernon said as he stepped back, nodding and bowing, "You two, godfather and godson, can chat first..."
He was too big and bumped into the door frame when he retreated to the door.
Uncle Vernon's face twitched with pain, then he hurriedly left the horrible room and ran downstairs quickly.
But he did not buy clothes for Harry as he had promised verbally. Instead, he picked up the phone with trembling hands and called the police station.
"Dudu—"
As Vernon waited anxiously, the call was connected.
"Hello, this is Little Whinging Police Station..."
Before the other party finished speaking, Vernon quickly said, "Listen, this is number 4, Privet Drive... The wanted criminal, Sirius Black, is in my house now. Send someone to arrest him as soon as possible. I will delay him as much as possible!"
"Wait a moment, sir, don't be impatient." A calm voice came from the other end of the phone, "I want to confirm that Sirius Black is indeed living at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, right?"
"That's right, come here quickly! Move faster, understand?" Vernon roared in a low voice.
He hung up the phone and looked back guiltily. Fortunately, Sirius Black did not follow him.
Then, he reluctantly took out some cash from his wallet and prepared to buy Harry a few clothes to get by.
"Jingle Bell-"
The phone suddenly rang again, startling Uncle Vernon.
"Hello, who is this? I'm telling you, I'm busy now!" He picked up the phone and growled angrily.
"This is Little Whinging Borough Police Station, sir."
"What? You're here so soon?" Vernon asked in surprise.
"No, calm down for a moment." The voice on the phone said, "I just confirmed that Sirius Black has been arrested. The person in your house now may be someone who looks very similar to him."
"How can it be!" Vernon shouted, "I am sure he is Sirius Black! There is no mistake!"
"Sir, I understand your fear, but Sirius Black has indeed been caught."
"But… "
Just then, a thin, handsome figure appeared behind Vernon with an arrogant smile on his face.
"Mr. Dursley, is this what you call going clothes shopping?" Sirius said playfully.
Vernon hung up the phone abruptly.
"I... I just..." He stuttered for a long time, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Wait a minute, you are not Sirius Black, just someone who looks very similar to him, right? The wanted criminal has been arrested..."
"Huh? After talking to the police for so long you came to this conclusion?" Sirius sneered.
"Harry, that's another thing I want to tell you. Dumbledore has helped me solve the wanted warrants on the Muggle side."
He turned to look at Harry, "The Ministry of Magic has contacted the Muggle Prime Minister and said that Sirius Black has been arrested and brought to justice. I am just a person who looks very similar to him."
Harry had a look of surprise on his face.
"Really?" he shouted excitedly, "Does this mean that I can live with you from now on?"
"It should be fine. I'll ask Dumbledore later." Sirius smiled warmly.
Uncle Vernon listened to the conversation between the two people and became more and more frightened.
According to what they both said, the man standing in front of them who claimed to be Harry's godfather was actually Sirius Black!
The so-called "Ministry of Magic" cleared his name, causing the Muggle police to believe that the person now at number 4 Privet Drive was just a man who looked extremely similar to the wanted criminal!
"Are you... are you really Sirius Black?" Uncle Vernon asked tremblingly.
"Yeah, do I need to prove something to you?" Sirius took out his wand and conjured a knife in his other hand, "Or... do you want to try the murderer's cruelty yourself?"
His expression became sinister and deranged, as if he had just escaped from Azkaban.
Uncle Vernon was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, and every ounce of fat in his body was trembling.
"Please... don't kill me, please, I will be nice to Harry in the future..."
His begging for mercy finally woke up Aunt Peggy and Dudley Dursley.
They both came out of the room, their eyes widening in surprise at what Uncle Vernon had done.
"Vernon, what are you doing?!" Aunt Peggy scolded sternly, "Is this the kind of example you should set in front of your son?"
Vernon was so anxious that he was about to cry. He barely raised his hand and pointed to Peggy at the eerie figure standing in front of him.
Peggy looked in that direction in confusion, and then she let out a deafening scream.
"Little...Sirius Black!"
At the same time, Dudley screamed in fear along with his mother.
Looking at the ugly appearance of this family, Sirius' eyes flashed with a smile and he winked at Harry.
Harry smiled knowingly.
"Sirius, they are my relatives after all, you'd better not kill them," he said.
In fact, Harry's acting was not good at all, and he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.
But the Dursleys had no time to notice these details. They were just immersed in the horror of facing the wanted criminal.
"Thank you... Thank you, Harry, I swear we will treat you well in the future." Vernon quickly raised his finger to the sky and promised solemnly.
Aunt Peggy nodded as well.
"Okay, for the sake of my godson, I will spare your lives today." Sirius also retracted the grim look on his face, "I will come to visit my godson at any time in the future. I hope you can keep your promise!"
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