From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Food is a necessity for survival, a miracle created by the magic called cooking, a color more brilliant than a kaleidoscope, and an existence that neither wizards nor Muggles can avoid.

But, just as magic has its way of failing, cooking also creates waste that could barely be called food.

At least that's the case now.

William looked at the battered French fries and half-cooked fish on the table, and didn't have much confidence in Harry's future life.

How should I put it? You have worked hard and your attitude is very sincere. A middle-aged man is trying his best to apologize at the table. What else do you want?

But if the fish and chips can be ruined, can you really believe the rest of the dishes?

"Harry, go outside and get some food - you should be familiar with the restaurant outside, right?"

This is a matter of course. After all, Harry grew up here. Even if the Dursleys are reluctant to take him to the restaurant, after all these years, he should have a clear understanding of the surrounding areas.

“We can call them and have them delivered!”

As if to make up for something, Sirius quickly said something he would not say under normal circumstances.

"It's different. Some stores may not provide related services-" William interrupted Sirius and nodded towards Harry.

"Yes, Professor."

Harry finally understood that something was wrong, agreed readily, put on his coat and walked out.

Sirius also came to his senses. He hurriedly took out a large wad of bills from his pocket and stuffed them directly into Harry's hands - William wanted to stare at him. How could he give money to a child like this?

However, Harry was too flustered to realize how much it was, so he opened the door absentmindedly and left.

Guessing that Harry had walked away, William shrugged towards Sirius and sat on the chair.

"Okay, I have to take back what I said before, Mr. Black, you really have no talent in cooking..."

He pressed his forehead with his hand, "We have to think of other ways. It's impossible to hire a chef, and the secrecy law certainly doesn't allow it. You have to find a house elf - although we don't know whether the pure-blood family maintains The number of your own servants, but I imagine this is far less difficult for you than for other wizarding families.”

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‘What are they arguing about? It was obviously fine yesterday. ’

Harry was walking on the road. Although his pocket contained wealth that he had never imagined, he had no intention of enjoying that happiness now.

‘Is it because of cooking? In fact, I can also help... at least I can make soup. I am often responsible for taking care of the soup pot at the Dursleys...'

But the boy's sorrow came and went just as quickly - although the professor and his godfather may have quarreled, the great joy of living with his godfather prevented him from being sentimental at all. When he thought of the beautiful life in the future, happiness flowed continuously. It came to his mind, tearing the unpleasantness to pieces.

So it wasn't long before he realized how wealthy he was now.

In Hogwarts, he often found that there was a huge difference between himself and those children from wizarding families. On the contrary, his thoughts were closest to Hermione. Although they were both trying to adapt to wizarding society, ten people in the Muggle world One year of life still left a deep mark on them.

Even though he had a pile of gold in Gringotts, Harry never equated it with property in the Muggle world - he had enough pocket money at Hogwarts, but in the Muggle world, he didn't even have a decent meal. Can't even afford lunch.

"This, this, this..."

Harry happily ordered food that looked good to him, or that he had wanted to try a long time ago, and ordered portions that the three of them would never be able to finish.

He didn't realize his mistake until he left the store. Half regretful and half resigned, he walked towards home.

Walking through the streets naturally, walking through the bushes and railings naturally, and returning home naturally - as he walked, Harry laughed. For the first time, he discovered that walking in Privet Drive was also an exciting place. Pleasant things.

Putting the take-out food on the ground, Harry happily took out the key - this was something he had never owned normally. Before, if there was no one in his so-called home when he came back, he could only stay there stupidly. Wait outside.

It was only then that he remembered something terrible.

The professor seemed to be quarreling with Sirius just now?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but speed up and complained that he didn't bring the food back quickly.

However, after the door was opened, Harry saw something strange.

The professor and Sirius were over there, chatting very happily.

"Eh?"

Harry was standing there holding the lunch box, and he was stunned - what happened?

"came back?"

William waved to Harry, "Let's not be busy with that now. We are talking about some interesting things. You can come and listen."

"Interesting things?"

"Of course, there are some that are not suitable for you, but it is good to listen. For you, as long as you don't touch black magic, most of the spells can be used as nourishment for growth."

This is not William's words. According to Harry's current learning progress, he can understand even the things he needs to learn in the sixth and seventh grade advanced classes.

Even if what he and Sirius communicated were more advanced techniques that could be used in actual combat, it was something that Harry needed to think about to accept.

"So, Death Eaters basically start with the Death Curse?"

William took up the previous topic, "Are their spell-casting postures consistent?"

"Where's the attire?"

"How many people usually act?"

As the person who was framed as the number one Death Eater, Sirius knew quite a bit about Death Eaters, not to mention that he had a diary of observations of imprisoned Death Eaters for ten years.

Because it didn't involve the Dark Lord very much, William felt quite at ease when he asked - there were not many people who could get first-hand information, and even less people who were willing to patiently answer his almost boring questions.

If it weren't for the mention of elves, William himself wouldn't have thought of this level.

Sirius himself hesitated for a long time before deciding to go back to find the elf - house elves were not brought by strong winds, and even if he was a pure-blood, others would be willing to give him face, and it would be impossible to get one for him in a short while. New elf is coming.

But when it comes to elves, naturally they hate the Black family, and this brings back memories of Azkaban, and then the divergent battles with Death Eaters and so on...

When Harry came back, Sirius was complaining about what the Death Eaters had done back then.

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"Eat, eat, eat more."

Vernon looked at Dudley, who looked more and more like him, and his heart was full of joy.

If his career is developing well and his family is in harmony, what else can he have to worry about?

Although the boy named Potter is the only uncomfortable existence in all this beauty, that boy is far away now and is doing some illegal activities in that ruined castle. In addition to thanking God for his gift, What extra moves can he make?

"I'm going out for a walk, does anyone want to come with me?"

It was a beautiful spring day outside, and Vernon decided to go out and enjoy this rare gift of nature. He also sent invitations to his wife and children - but unfortunately, Dudley was busy dealing with a piglet, while Petunia was watching over him with concern. .

Shaking his head helplessly, Vernon walked out of the house humming an old tune.

He liked the feeling of patrolling his own territory. At this time, he could even tolerate that bastard boy.

"Good afternoon, the sun is so nice, isn't it?"

When passing by a rocking chair, he greeted the former veteran sunbathing in an extremely gentlemanly manner.

"Good afternoon, the sunshine is indeed good today."

The two started chatting about the weather, but this unproductive conversation could no longer continue after more than ten minutes.

"Then, I'll go over there and have a look first."

Vernon pointed with his cane and politely said goodbye to the veteran in front of him.

"Oh, by the way, your child named Harry is back too? He grows up so fast -" the veteran sighed with emotion, "He is already so tall!"

"Ah? Really?"

Vernon looked startled, then immediately put on airs.

Any weird thing could happen to that kid. After so many years, he had long known that he should resolve the matter first and then think about how it happened.

After hurriedly saying goodbye to the veteran, Vernon had no intention of continuing shopping.

He would never allow anyone to connect their family with those weird things!

Since the veteran said he saw Harry, that bastard must have appeared!

‘I knew that ruined castle was unreliable! We agreed on full-time accommodation, but...'

He walked towards the door of his house with a black face - since that bastard is back, he might just be hanging around in his small room and watching their jokes!

'It's better to be kicked out of that damn school and have nowhere to go! ’

He cursed, but still maintained his composure and walked slowly towards his home.

Even now, he still insists on his opinion and will never let his family be connected with those messy people!

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"Goooooo!"

After lunch, William lazily basked in the sun - the spring sun is precious, and under such sunshine, even just lying down is not a waste of time.

However, a familiar cry made him raise his head.

Outside the window sill, a large owl hooted and then began to tap the window with its beak. There was no doubt that it was William's owl.

"Why did you fly here?"

William smiled and pushed open the window, and then watched it squeeze in and fly in - the house that Sirius bought was indeed big enough, and his office at the school could only accommodate the little guy jumping in.

Using his index finger to mess up the hair on its forehead, William rubbed its head.

"Didn't I prepare enough food and water? Why did you fly here?"

"Goooooo!"

It tapped William's nail with its beak, then tilted its head and asked for food.

"There's no owl food here...I'll go get some apples..."

William spread his hands helplessly, then stood up and headed to the kitchen.

"Dong dong dong!"

Suddenly there was a very loud banging on the door downstairs.

‘Who is this family’s former creditor? ’

Although Sirius could handle it, for safety reasons, William also stepped out of the room and looked downstairs.

It was Sirius who opened the door, but after opening it, he froze.

It was obvious that he did not recognize the visitor.

But the visitor obviously knew the people in this room.

"Harry Potter!"

The roar exploded in the living room, startling William, and at the same time, it also blew out Harry who was not far away.

William directly pulled out his wand and pointed it at the visitor - knowing Harry and knowing this temporary address, even if he was knocked unconscious by a stun spell, it would not be too much.

"Uncle Vernon...?"

Harry, who slipped out of the room, froze over there and hesitantly called out the name, causing William, who was about to take action, to stop casting the spell.

But in the next second, Vernon pulled out his gun.

"I knew you were the only ones spending all day with owls!"

"I'm warning you, stay away from my house!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Sirius's head at close range, his elbows, wrists, and hands, all steady - but without a gun,

"I don't like your weird things, and I've told you many times, don't let-"

He roared, but halfway through he finally realized something was wrong, and his hands didn't feel heavy at all.

William dropped the gun before it was even aimed, without even using the disarming spell.

"Harry,"

He didn't look at the uninvited guest who was already stunned there. He pointed the gun at the side, and then pressed it with his fingers unskilledly - it didn't move.

Touching it without leaving any trace, he directly tapped the bottom of the bullet from the inside according to the logic he had seen before. William pretended to shoot it himself, and then held it in the air with his other hand.

The screen was instantly banned, and the small warhead stopped in the air, motionless.

William stretched out his finger and pulled it, and the bullet fell to the ground with a sound.

Just like the pictures described by the prisoners in Azkaban - dealing with Muggle wands, as long as some very clever methods can make them as harmless as branches.

Just like a third-year wizard's thought can make a Muggle blow up, an adult wizard's thought can even make such a magic thing explode on its own.

"When there were knives, people pursued sharper knives. When there were guns, they pursued stronger guns. Then came cannons - the bigger the caliber, the better, and the farther the range, the more beautiful it was..."

"The pursuit of destruction never ends, I dare not say the rest..."

"But things like guns..."

William weighed it again and made it float into the air with a snap of his right hand's fingers.

Click... click...

Amidst the unpleasant sound of metal deformation, each of its metal accessories deformed crazily, and was ravaged into a piece of iron.

"In terms of destructive power, the wand is much easier to use than this thing."

He shook his head, threw the thing down, and returned it to his owner.

The iron lump made a crisp collision with the ground, and Vernon knew after just a quick glance that it was definitely hopeless.

After he finished reading, William snapped his fingers again.

The deformed iron block begins to stretch, deform, and then returns to its original shape.

"In other ways, even more so."