From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"How's this game?"

"Fought."

"What about this?"

"Too…"

The two people on the sofa lamented at the same time, then changed the TV channel and started watching those boring programs.

After half of the summer vacation, the two of them, who had been having so much fun and fun, couldn't hold it in any longer. The love for adventure in Gryffindor's blood could no longer be suppressed.

Although many of the games were still fun and the shows weren't necessarily boring, they were really bored in the house.

"I mean...do you want..."

Sirius lay there and stretched, then suddenly got up, and as if he thought of something, secretly suggested to Harry, "That's it..."

"Then don't."

Lupine came out of the kitchen and threw an apple to each of them. "Absolutely not. I'll keep an eye on you, man."

"Before the summer vacation ends, Harry must stay in a place where he can easily return to this community. You can't even think about venturing anywhere."

Sirius opened his hands as if he was resigned to his fate - he might still quibble with others, but facing Lupin...

"Seriously, you are too rigid, moon-faced..."

"Unless you want Harry to live next door -" Lupine looked at him seriously, "asking for more will only make you lose more. I will not agree to let you take Harry on an adventure."

"It was as if someone would suddenly jump out of the corner and attack him..."

Sirius complained defiantly.

"Harry," Lupine ignored his friend and looked at Harry, "You should remember what happened to you in first grade. I hope you won't be willful and kill this idiot Padfoot."

"What are you talking about, Lupin!"

Sirius was a little angry, Lupine said that was too much.

"It's not me who said it, it was Professor William." Lupine shrugged his shoulders, "He asked me to issue such a warning before the start of the summer vacation when you try to take risks."

"He knows what he knows!"

Sirius curled his lips in dissatisfaction. His personality was still in his student days and he was very disgusted with this arrangement.

Lupine smiled and didn't take it seriously. He knew Sirius too well, "Let me ask you, if Harry is in danger, will you protect him with your life?"

"What a stupid question!"

Sirius stood up, "Of course, does this need to be questioned?"

"That's right," Lupine spread his hands and looked at Harry, "Do you think that idiot Black can deal with the mysterious man?"

Harry, who had personally faced that terrifying existence in his first year, was stunned for a moment, "I'm afraid...can't..."

"So do you think he's dead?"

"Not yet, Professor."

"If he comes to kill you, can Black stop him? In order to save you, will he stay and give you time to escape with his life?"

…

"I understand, Professor."

After a moment of silence, Harry stood up and walked upstairs, "I'm going to finish my homework. Let's play the game when we have free time."

With Harry, the guy who would be abducted, compromising, the adventure was suddenly terminated. Sirius was not restricted from wherever he went, as long as Harry stayed honest.

"You're such a letdown, Moony."

Sirius complained angrily to Lupine.

"You're not bad either."

Lupine put a hand on his shoulder, "Okay, don't be upset, Dumbledore can't leave Harry alone here, and it's useless for me to let him go - you hope that Dumbledore will be there in the days before Is there anyone here to look after Harry? So, instead of thinking about that, why not let me play games with you."

"Who cares?"

Sirius began to pack the handle as he sat down.

'It's true that Professor William counted him to death...'

Lupine picked up the controller that Harry had put down while thinking back to the conversation before the summer vacation.

"They will never be peaceful when they get together. They will probably want to make trouble in about a month. Then you can scare them directly and use the name of the Dark Lord - that child is not afraid of causing problems himself, but is afraid of implicating others, so you can Just scare him with Black.”

"No, no, no, it's not prejudice..."

"I am a conscientious professor who will not be biased against students from any college. I am just describing a fact."

——

"Ah sneeze!"

The two children who asked the professor to discover and summarize an objective fact sneezed at the dinner table.

This made Mrs. Weasley's originally happy face straighten up - because of their unimaginable OWLs results, she now gave her two children too many rights, such as being able to get up after nine o'clock in the morning. Then enjoy breakfast.

It was not good to go back on one's word. Although she wanted to scold the two of them for sleeping so late that they caught a cold, and then deprive them of that privilege as a matter of course, she still held back.

"Breakfast was great, Mom."

"I liked the fried sausage today, Mom."

The two of them were talking about very appropriate topics in tandem, which made Mrs. Weasley feel much better - at least for now.

As he spoke, the flames in the fireplace burned fiercely, and then changed colors.

Mr. Weasley came out of the fireplace with an excited look on his face. The curious people were stunned for a moment - Mr. Weasley had just gone to work, why did he come back suddenly?

"Good news, look what I got!"

Mr. Weasley proudly waved the tickets in his hand towards his children.

"The toughest Quidditch ticket ever!"

"To be honest, I wasted a lot of energy. Originally, the ministry only reserved the two best box tickets for me, and the rest were in the stands below."

He vividly described the intrigues with those old relationships.

"I said how could that happen? How could I watch the stand alone with my wife and leave the child below?"

"That guy actually wanted to take away the box tickets and replace them all with the ones below - how could that happen? I talked to him for almost half an hour before all our tickets were changed to box tickets."

"But when he took out the tickets, I saw clearly that there were actually a lot more, so I simply didn't let him go. I managed to get two more tickets - Ron, this is what I promised you, You can invite your friends to the games."

He finished speaking happily, then looked at Fred and George, "There is nothing I can do, I can't get more box tickets. In fact, speaking of it, those two high-end tickets were finally obtained after registering with real names - —He insisted that the boxes were reserved for the Ministry of Magic's own people and could not be given to outsiders. For security reasons, he had to ask me to give my name for review. Even if I told him that it was reserved for Ron's friends, it would not work. …”

"Really, as if I would bring a wizard to assassinate the minister..."

ps: It’s another 2,000-word chapter…and it’s probably going to be the same tomorrow. I underestimated the National Day thing…

Forgive me…