From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Oh, my dear, the school food must not be so good!"

At No. 4 Privet Drive, Petunia spoke eagerly to Dudley, who was back on vacation, regardless of the fact that he was already two times older than when he left home.

"Harry's not back, is he?"

Dudley threw himself on the sofa and pulled a bucket of potato chips directly from the coffee table.

"How is that possible? Let that kid rot in that damn school!"

Vernon spread his hands and told a joke that wasn't funny.

"By the way, how are our neighbors doing?"

He suddenly remembered and asked Penny, "He's not a bad guy, is he?"

"I only saw some furniture being moved in, but I didn't find the rest. Maybe after Easter, right?"

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"Number 6 Privet Drive?"

Harry was distracted for a while in the taxi. He was indeed frightened by Sirius.

"But, it's not over there..."

He didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only mutter some irrelevant things that suddenly passed through his mind.

"It used to be, but I just bought it recently."

Sirius nodded, "The firm's business has been good recently."

? ? ?

This time it was William's turn to wonder - what kind of firm is this that can make so much money?

Judging from Sirius's tone, it seemed that because the benefits were so good, he had money to buy a big house.

You don’t want to lie to children like this when you are in the limelight!

But there were some stupid kids who believed it. Harry was obviously not yet fully aware of how rich a descendant of a pure-blood family wizard was at his age. He just looked at Sirius longingly and said, "Is this so? Great!"

It would be bad if that were the case. Just blame Sirius for dressing up like this. William believed it when he said it was a gift from his new girlfriend for her 80th birthday.

…

"Here we are, right here."

After the taxi arrived at its destination, Sirius got out of the car first, "You don't need me to introduce you, Harry?"

Of course not, Harry has been living here for as long as he can remember. Although it is impossible for Harry to call this place his home because of one thing or another, this is his previous place of residence after all.

Before Harry could say anything, Sirius, who got out of the car first, pointed to his house.

"That's it, Harry, that's our home from now on!"

Harry didn't say anything. After getting off the car, he looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar house. He stood there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

‘…’

Although it is a bit inappropriate to interrupt such a sensational scene, William still wants to give them both a reminder - you two, pay attention, there is a living person here.

He got out of the car and began to look at the surrounding environment - speaking of it, this was his first time here.

Although William took care of Harry for a while last summer because he ran away from home, William was still not familiar with the place where Harry left home.

Considering our current location and the people we are meeting, this should be considered a home visit, right?

It seems a bit like going to students' homes to talk to their parents and communicate about the school's situation.

But who would even monitor the students’ parents during home visits?

Professor McGonagall didn't even use euphemistic words. She directly asked William to keep an eye on Mr. Black and Mr. Potter to prevent them from doing anything that would violate the confidentiality law.

"Go check out your new home and pick out a room for yourself! It doesn't matter which one you choose!"

Sirius pointed at the door of No. 6 Privet Drive and said in a slightly cheerful tone, and then noticed William who was looking at the environment behind him.

'Here... you can run... As long as you knock down the wall at any corner, you can form a blind spot... Normally powerful magic should be able to block it, but if the magic power is stronger, you can also counterattack from here...'

"Professor William...I'm sorry," Sirius said sincerely, interrupting William's study of the terrain.

"You need to pick yourself a guest room, Professor. I'll have it cleaned up soon."

——

"So this is the phone, right?"

"It's really incredible. Muggles have changed so much over the years. It only took a dozen years..."

Sirius's voice came from downstairs, and William, who was reading a book upstairs, was stunned for a moment - don't push everything on Azkaban!

Let's not talk about how long the phone has been around. He is a detective who has been working in the Muggle world for a month, and now he doesn't know how to use a phone?

What a joke!

Even if you try every means to communicate with your godson, there is no need to make up such an outrageous excuse!

Contrary to William's expectations, Sirius was very good at housework. He even cleaned William's room first, and then happily cleaned up other rooms with Harry, and very seriously refused William's help.

"You are a guest, professor, how can you let a guest do something?"

What he said was very reasonable, and he immediately persuaded William, who was a little embarrassed.

Indeed, it was someone else's family matter, and there was no reason for him to get involved in the happiness of the godfather and godson.

Yawning, he continued reading.

——

"Why is there a lot of tinkling noise next door?"

Dudley sat at the dining table and complained dissatisfiedly - he was very happy that Harry was not at home. He had always hated and even been afraid of that guy's strange ability called magic.

"A rude guy just moved in. They were renovating and didn't even say hello to us!"

Vernon muttered, but his body unconsciously moved towards the window. He wanted to hear what was going on on the other side.

"Harry! Where do you think it's better to put this thing called a TV?"

The slightly bold voice of the middle-aged man came over,

'Harry? How could any idiot have this name? ’

“…”

The sound from behind was so low that it was almost inaudible.

"What's this?"

The middle-aged man's voice sounded again, making Vernon give up the idea of ​​leaving - it would be nice to hear half of it.

"Game console? Is this a game console?"

‘Have you never seen a game console? upstart! ’

"How does it work...I mean...how does it work?"

…

Then there was no sound, but Vernon heard the distinct sound of a game console turning on.

"You are not enterprising. A gentleman of this age should work hard instead of having some strange interest in game consoles!"

He muttered and returned to his seat, as if he was remembering something.

"Did you send that boy a letter on Easter?"

"Put him a fiver pound sticker and send it through the postbox like old times."

Although there is something to be said about the fact that letters in the mailbox can be sent to that damn school, in this family, that damn school is taboo.

"I want it too!" Dudley complained dissatisfied.

"You're going to get more, honey," Petunia said, kissing the side of Dudley's cheek, "for the sake of the lamb today."

"That's right..." Dudley chuckled, "Maybe that school is opening cans of beans for them!"

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"I can't eat chocolate anymore..."

Looking at the three chocolate frog cards beside him, William stopped decisively and looked at the time.

Well, I ate at a restaurant last night, and I warmed up some food this morning. There should be a big meal at noon, right?

Although the food at Hogwarts is indeed good, it is good to occasionally see the menu of a pure-blood family - even if you don't care about him as a professor, and Harry, Sirius's godson, a feast is indispensable. Bar?

It was almost time to eat, and he was going to go over and take a look - although it was not good to disturb other people's family affairs, but...

There was nothing better to say. When William went downstairs, he found two idiot-like creatures leaning on the sofa and laughing.

Harry and Sirius are playing games with one controller in each hand, giving people the feeling that times have changed.

But no - game consoles had been invented a long time ago. If it weren't for the fact that the place where wizards gathered would affect the use of electronic products, Filch's ban would have included this thing long ago.

"professor!"

Seeing William coming downstairs, Harry immediately left the sofa and stood up carefully - he didn't know why, but he felt a little panicked.

Although Sirius kept saying that in theory the professor was here to make sure they were safer, Harry still felt a little guilty.

"Well...good afternoon."

William nodded - both of them were on the sofa, so there was an elf working in the kitchen?

It's normal for the Black family to have elves. Sirius even called the house elf?

‘You really dote on your godson. ’

William couldn't help but think of this, and then sat on the sofa on the other side, watching the two wizards trying to deal with the monsters in the game console.

To be honest, game consoles are already quite impressive these days. The development of Muggles in the information age is simply changing with each passing day - in comparison, televisions have not even entered the wizarding society. The only electrical appliance currently being promoted is the radio...

'The Statute of Secrecy always gets stuck in places it shouldn't. If things continue like this, I'm afraid it will be difficult for wizards to disguise themselves as Muggles...'

He is very aware of how quickly vocabulary updates in the Internet age, so it will not be surprising at all to come up with memes similar to those of netizens from northern China.

'If the other items cannot be changed, at least we must promote the wizarding treatment of Muggle electrical appliances... Otherwise, we will be left behind too much... But this must be moved after killing the Dark Lord...'

"Professor, why don't you come and give it a try?"

Harry took out a new handle and invited.

He had so much fun today, it was like he was in a dream.

Almost all the regrets of my childhood have been made up for - decorating the room according to my own ideas, shouting in the house according to my own ideas, and playing the game console according to my own ideas!

Although the decoration, which was similar to the Dursley's house, made him a little depressed at first, but when he really got started, he realized that everything was the same as in his childhood memories. It was like fulfilling his childhood dream!

No, to be precise, he didn't dare to be so extravagant even in his dreams - when sleeping in that cupboard, he didn't even dare to dream of that small room.

His only idea about the game console at that time was that he could secretly play it for a while while Dudley was away and enjoy himself. The desire to own a game console was really...

Naturally, William did not read this emotion. He just took the handle after hesitating for a while.

Anyway, I'm here waiting for dinner and have nothing to do, so I'll just play for a while - although the picture quality of these days' game consoles is so bad that I can't watch it, the gameplay is not bad at all.

After about an hour, a satisfied William put down the controller and asked the question naturally.

"When will the kitchen open for dinner?"

"Dinner ready?"

"Dinner ready?"

Harry and Sirius looked at each other and suddenly felt like they were being swallowed by hunger.

William didn't say that they hadn't felt it yet. As soon as he mentioned it, the fatigue accumulated by the two of them while cleaning suddenly emerged.

"I forgot…"

Sirius stayed there, looking embarrassed...

The professor came to the house and he forgot to prepare lunch!

This is really too rude, and the professor here is not a snot-nosed person!

He immediately got up and hurried to the phone.

"There should be some restaurant delivery, right?"

Sirius picked up the phone uncertainly and started calling to check the number of nearby restaurants.

The phone calls were made one after another, but the results were quite unpleasant... It was too late, and it was Easter, and most restaurants were closed for the holidays. Even those that insisted on being open had finished lunch at this moment.

"What the hell..."

Sirius had a confused look on his face, "I'm going to the kitchen to see if there are any ingredients."

He disappeared, but soon reappeared - "We are very lucky, we have a lot of ingredients here!"

"Very good."

William praised, "You don't have to be late for a good meal, it doesn't hurt to wait."

"But the problem is...I'm not very good at cooking..."

Sirius looked troubled.

"I haven't learned this before. The things I ate in Azkaban can't even be called processed..."

"really…"

William nodded sincerely, "If you are lucky enough to meet a Hufflepuff prisoner as a cook, you can barely eat, but a Ravenclaw prisoner will be a disaster..."

"What about Slytherin?"

Harry asked the wrong question at the wrong time.

"Slytherins are generally responsible for eating in the innermost room. Slytherins who can enter Azkaban generally do not have the right to cook..."

As he spoke, William and Sirius laughed together.

Harry was stunned as he watched, but in the end he didn't realize what was so funny about this story.

"This is fatal. It seems that none of the three of us are good at cooking."

After laughing enough, Sirius finally looked squarely at the predicament in front of him.

"Just make a few...open some cans and make do with a meal..."

William echoed.

He also admitted the prank and refused to eat himself and his godson, just to scare the professor. Then William could only applaud and congratulate the two in front of him for having a realm far beyond the twins.

He and Sirius entered the kitchen together and began to show off their modest cooking skills.

Half an hour later.

Simple and plain dishes were placed on the table, and among them, mixed with a large pot of cooked beans - it was emergency food, canned beans.

"Eat, Harry."

William made himself a bowl of beans, "Although there are no Easter eggs to eat, at least they are round."