From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

On the eve of Easter, a middle-aged man dressed a little strangely suddenly came to this peaceful community.

"Penny!"

Vernon screamed, "Come and look this way!"

After the children and another resident left the house, Vernon spent more and more time observing his neighbors.

"He's mysterious and sneaky. He doesn't look like a good person. Maybe he's a thief!"

He muttered, "A well-educated gentleman should be working hard or relieving the pressure caused by work at this time, instead of wandering around the streets like him!"

"He knocked on the door of No. 6 next door——"

"I knew it!"

Petunia Dursley said without surprise - like Vernon, she also liked to spy on her neighbors, especially Number 7 - of course, Number 6 was not incapable of listening.

"Just look at the friends she hangs out with and you'll see they are weird!"

While the two were commenting on their neighbors at No. 6 Privet Drive, the voices from downstairs drifted faintly through the bushes.

“…”

"...Ah, is it the latest model? You have great taste..."

"...I occasionally pursue something trendy..."

“…”

"Is he the pretty boy here to strike up a conversation?"

As if he had heard some big news, Vernon was as happy as if he had found money.

"Perhaps this is too hasty a comment..." Petunia retorted, but her ears were directly pressed against the screen window.

"God! This is impossible. We live well, how can we sell our house?"

The neighbor's voice suddenly became louder, startling the two people who were eavesdropping.

But even more explosive news suddenly came from the air.

"Twice the price? We're not kidding, sir, you should know that this house is not a bargain."

The two of them lay down curiously and looked through the mesh curtains - the sneaky middle-aged man took out a checkbook from his pocket, signed one and handed it over in a very cool manner.

"Oh... this shouldn't be an impulsive choice... but our neighbors are actually very strange. Those kids in the house next door are really..."

'It's strange that your child is such a healthy and normal child Dudley! ’

"...The child is weird,...is he noisy?"

"Well, it's not too much... Besides, those two children can't come back more than a few times a year. They are already teenagers. You don't have to worry about this..."

The neighbor's words were much clearer than those of the gentleman who wanted to buy a house, but the information they obtained was enough for them to figure out all the conversations.

"What the hell!"

Vernon muttered - "Why not buy ours? For twice the price, we can move to a bigger house, and maybe even get rid of the bad guy -"

"At least let him stay until he reaches adulthood, as you promised me..."

"Yes, dear, but when he comes of age, he must get out."

Talking about this, Vernon even forgot that the family next door had resold a house - that strange boy must get out of his life when he becomes an adult!

But the next day, he began to regret it again.

The next door neighbor left early in the morning with two large suitcases. The family was so happy that they didn't even hire a moving company. They left all the furniture and everything else behind. It didn't look like they had sold the house at all, but like Just like traveling.

"The new neighbor must be a slovenly man - he even wants such shabby furniture!"

After looking at the moving boxes next door, Vernon snorted and went back to enjoy his breakfast.

——

"Sirius will take you to your new home? That's great!"

Before the Easter holiday, after Harry received a confirmed reply, he immediately shared the matter with his friends in a hurry.

Ron sincerely blessed Harry, "Tell me, where will Sirius take you?"

"Anywhere is fine!"

Harry expressed his truest thoughts - although it was nice to stay at Hogwarts and have the company of friends, there was a time when he wished that Hogwarts would be open during the summer so that he would not have to go back to the Dursleys.

But being at Hogwarts was nothing compared to spending the holidays with Sirius.

"That's true," Ron laughed cheerfully, "but we still have to wait one day. After class today, the Hogwarts Express will stop there at nine o'clock tomorrow."

Although Ron has always chosen to stay at school and spend the holidays with Harry in order to take care of Harry over the years, compared to Harry, he didn't know much about the pick-up and drop-off system during the holidays.

"One more day?"

Harry opened his mouth in disappointment, he wished he could board the Hogwarts Express right now.

"Yes, there is one more day, and we have a Potions lesson today - Harry, you have to be more careful and don't let Snape find any loopholes. I believe that if he knew all this, he would be eager to kill you. Detention and confinement until school starts."

Hermione weakly offered advice while flipping through the timetable. Although Harry was happy that he had a place to celebrate the holidays, she couldn't muster much energy to congratulate him.

"And Potions class?"

Harry and Ron exclaimed at the same time - for all Gryffindors, Potions class is a kind of torture, leaving them covered with bruises. Professor Snape can always find Gryffindors from various special places. deficiencies, then points will be deducted.

"Yes, there is, and soon."

Hermione's voice was obviously tired, "If we don't go there quickly, I think he's going to be furious."

In fact, Hermione was wrong - the truth was that Professor Snape had been furious from the moment they showed up.

"I have repeated this many times," Snape said in a low and penetrating voice towards the running Gryffindor students in the underground classroom, "but unfortunately, there are always people who need me again. Repeat the work."

As he spoke, his eyes kept looking at all the Gryffindors, "Potions is a precise subject. It doesn't require idiots who pull out their wands and wave them around, let alone being in the corridor before class. Running carelessly.”

There was no doubt that judging from the way Professor Snape stared at Gryffindor, both the former and the latter were describing the same group.

This tone destined this class to be an uneasy one - Neville was criticized by Snape many times, and he was so nervous that he couldn't even finish his sentence.

Harry was not having a good time either. Snape would stand opposite him and stare at him from time to time. His snake-like eyes were as powerful and oppressive as Harry could feel something crawling on his arm when cutting herbs.

But, even so, Harry still lived a very relaxed life - unprecedentedly relaxed. Snape's sarcastic words, the loud footsteps on the ground, and the snake-like eyes no longer had the previous sense of oppression. Even his skills in brewing potion seemed to have improved a bit. He finished the potion easily, and the finished product was almost exactly the same as the description.

Even Snape just looked at the work for a few times without making any sarcasm - which made Harry feel better.

——

"That's it, that's it!"

The Golden Snitch flew faster and faster, but it was still not as fast as the flying broomstick, just a little bit.

"got it!"

Ecstasy flooded Ron's body. He rode his broomstick and proudly showed everyone the golden trophy that was still struggling to fly out.

There is no doubt that he caught the snitch for Gryffindor and won the game.

'I won! ’

"Ron!"

"Ron!"

Cheers arose one after another, and his name was shouted by every Gryffindor, even his brother.

"Ron!"

The cheers came closer and closer, even with pushing and shoving - "Ron!"

He was shaken awake.

Harry's head was floating in the air, and he could vaguely distinguish it.

It was a dream - "Harry, what's wrong?"

"Get up and pack, Ron."

Harry's tone was a bit excited, and if he hadn't lowered his voice, everyone in the dormitory would have been woken up.

"What time is it, Harry."

Ron yawned, a little helpless - to be honest, he wanted to go back and finish that dream now, and he wanted to cheer more, instead of facing Harry's crazy urging.

"It's six o'clock, Ron!"

Harry replied excitedly.

Am I asking about the time? Ron spread his hands helplessly, "We don't need to pack our luggage. It's just a short Easter vacation. During the summer vacation, the elf will help pack it..."

After hearing this, Ron was finally let go, and he immediately began to recall the dream. Fortunately, he succeeded.

But after he finally realized his dream at 7:30, he realized that Harry had already packed a bag of things.

"What did you bring?"

During breakfast, Ron finally couldn't help but ask.

"A few clothes, books for the holidays, and..."

Harry was interrupted before he could finish his words - "Books? When did you and Hermione learn this?"

"The professor gave you some advice, and it was very interesting to read. Didn't I give you a copy of the book list?"

Ron immediately remembered the book list. Harry had indeed shared it, but to him, those books... Although he tried hard to read them, the knowledge was really...

"Where's Hermione?"

He began to change the subject.

"I don't know - maybe he hasn't gotten up yet? We can't confirm it."

Harry spread his hands and said, "Will there be snacks for sale on the train later? I didn't prepare any food."

"There should be. They said it before, just Fred and George." Ron was also a little unsure. His twin brother always had more money than him.

Maybe it's because there's no need to go to class, so time flies by.

Harry and the others were even taken from the dining table to Hogsmeade Station - the Hogwarts Express had arrived and was waiting for the passengers.

It wasn't until the professors led the students to leave the school that Harry and the others finally confirmed one thing: Hermione was not among the team going home.

So the two hurriedly ran to Professor McGonagall.

"Granger?"

Professor McGonagall was very busy, so she thought about it before giving Harry and the others the answer.

"Miss Granger has not withdrawn her application for Easter detention - she is going to stay at Easter."

"Did she forget?"

Ron looked incredulous - "I canceled it yesterday!"

"But she didn't. The girl in her dormitory is over there. You can ask."

Professor McGonagall pointed and started counting people again - she had to ensure that every student was picked up after getting off the train and not left at the station.

While busy, she spotted William carrying a box with a lazy expression on his face as he had just woken up.

…

"Granger? She's still resting-"

The girl in question thought for a moment and replied, "She looks very tired during this period. You should know that, right?"

"We were originally thinking about calling her, but the professor said she was on the detention list - as she had been before, so we simply let her have a good rest."

"By the way, you want to go back..."

Lavender Brown seemed to be interested in continuing the question, but she hesitated and did not finish.

"Of course," Harry wanted to tell everyone the good news at this moment, "Ron and I are going to take the Hogwarts Express back."

"Can you share a box with us? Our suitcases are a bit heavy. If that's okay..."

"sure!"

At this moment, even if someone came to borrow money, Harry would open his wallet boldly, and he almost forgot to ask Ron's opinion.

——

"Finally got on the bus..."

William, who had helped count the students, leaned back in his seat, enjoying the sunshine and quietness - because there were students staying in school, no students would come to disturb his silence in the car.

In the past two years of his teaching career, he has successfully established his own prestige among students. Although it is developing in a strange direction, he can still control it.

'Sleep for a while, I have to go find Harry when I wake up - after all, I was entrusted with it, and those two guys may really run away to avoid the school's assessment...'

They were two Gryffindors after all, and after two years of teaching, William learned a rather important fact, which was to never stereotype Gryffindors' audacity, because they could break the previous record at any time.

…

"professor?"

"Have a nice trip, Harry."

William yawned and leaned against the door, "It seems that we had a lot of fun talking, but we are almost at the terminal, so get your luggage ready."

"Well, okay, professor..."

As if they were frightened by William, everyone in the box stood up and started to find everything.

"Let's go,"

Seeing that Harry had packed up, William nodded, "Let's go to the front of the car. It's easier to find people."

'It also saves you two from running around wearing invisibility cloaks...'

"Ah, yes, Professor."

Harry was completely unaware that the professor in front of him had brainstormed an escape plan for him, and after saying a brief goodbye to Ron, he left obediently - although he wanted to shout with Ron, but judging from Ron's expression, Harry didn't think he would like it very much.

However, such considerations were soon washed away by the joy of meeting each other.

When he saw Sirius from a distance, he almost sprinted over and gave Sirius a big hug.

"Great, let's go home!"

Sirius let go of him and pulled him towards the exit.

"I haven't gotten my driver's license yet, but I hired a taxi, which is more convenient."

Sirius explained as he led Harry outside the station. It was only then that Harry noticed that the professor seemed to be behind him all the time.

‘Where is the professor going? ’

As soon as this question emerged, he found the professor sitting in the taxi with a smile on his face.

? ? ?

However, before new questions could emerge in his mind, Sirius had already spoken, "Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, thank you."

Um?