A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

At the same time, No. 4 Privet Road.

"So, that guy got a job for himself?" Uncle Fernon said, staring.

"Yes." Harry said listlessly. He thought it was a good thing for Sirius to work at the Ministry of Magic, because as far as he knew, apart from a few months as an assistant teacher at a Muggle school, Sirius grew up so much. Did not go to work seriously.

In Harry’s imagination, his godfather would be like Mr. Weasley, commuting to and from get off work at regular times. But he neglected a little, and now he is different from the past, completely different. He hadn't seen Sirius for several days.

In the first few days of the holiday, Sirius was still happy to sit down with Harry and laugh at how he teased Prefect Amelia (though this shouldn’t be), and how he gained the upper hand in language, look. It can be concluded that Sirius regards this as a very serious fight, and you come and I meet each other, just like a clash in a boxing ring.

But soon, almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, the time he and Harry spent together dropped drastically.

One day, Harry stayed in Sirius’ rental house until eleven o’clock in the evening, and did not see Sirius coming back. This made Harry terrified. Isn't something wrong? His heart was so entangled, all kinds of terrible speculations flooded into his mind, and Harry could only try to convince himself that Sirius was temporarily caught in something. It took him a lot of perseverance to act without impulsiveness. Instead, he returned to the Dursleys’ bed and writhed all night. When it was dark, he immediately got up. He didn’t even care for breakfast, and ran into the wind. Sirius' rental house.

There is still no one inside.

Harry panicked and wanted to use Apparition. Go to the Burrow, or Diagon Alley... He even pulled out his wand, and unexpectedly saw a scribbled note on the table. It was actually quite conspicuous. When Harry thought about it afterwards, he thought that he was caring and messed up, but fortunately he didn't cause more trouble because of impulse.

The content of the note gave Harry a sigh of relief. Sirius came back very late last night. He thought he could rest for a while the next day, but he was called away before dawn. Sirius had to leave Harry a note explaining the situation.

After that, Harry wanted Sirius to bring the two-way mirror so he could be contacted at any time. But every time he saw his godfather look tired, he was ashamed to mention it.

In the next week, Harry saw Sirius only twice, and each time he came back late. Sirius's eyes were so swollen that he dozed off without saying a few words. When Harry handed him the potato chips, he stuffed the potato chips into his nostrils.

...

"What is he doing now?" Uncle Fernon asked at the dinner table.

"I didn't do anything," Harry tried to say in a calm tone, "He is now an assistant to the Minister of Magic."

The Dursleys looked suspicious.

"Equivalent to the position of secretary of the Muggle Prime Minister." Harry changed his words, and he was satisfied to see them showing their surprised expressions. He tried not to make his pride appear too obvious, "This is nothing. His last job was as a teaching assistant in school. Dudley should know it well, right?"

Dudley was immediately choked by the dry salad and coughed vigorously.

"Boy, what did you do!" Uncle Fernon stared at Harry ferociously, and Aunt Petunia patted Dudley on the back and screamed, "Dada dear, what's the matter with you? I was choked by food." Is it?" Dudley flushed, and separated Aunt Petunia's thin arms with three-layered fat arms, and his shoulders shrugged.

Although I wanted to look at it for a while, Uncle Fernon's face had turned into pig liver color, as if he was the one choked by the salad now. He kept flexing and stretching his fingers, as if he would rush out to strangle Harry's throat in the next second.

"I didn't do anything," Harry said hurriedly. "I guess he just missed the assistant physical education teacher who taught him for half a year." He met Uncle Fernon's little eyes and said, "Yes, Sirius last one. Work is to teach at that Mei Si Ting school."

"It's Smeding Middle School!" Uncle Fernon roared. It was his alma mater, and Dudley was very proud to go to school there.

The dinner became turbulent. Uncle Fernon’s reaction to Sirius’s appearance in him and Dudley’s alma mater was far beyond Harry’s expectations. He seemed to think that—the wizards (he said freaks) finally put their vicious thoughts on his treasure. On the son, "Are they ready to monitor us in all directions?"

Aunt Petunia also screamed, and began to count Harry up and down. It's very strange why she can wipe the tears while speaking the vicious words so clearly.

"This was a complete accident. Sirius went to Muggle School to gain experience. He will teach at Hogwarts next year." Harry explained, "And he has resigned now."

"That hippie can be a professor?" Fenon said with a look of disdain, and Dudley finally stopped coughing and began to hiccup every time. For a while, Uncle Fernon murmured dissatisfiedly, "Look at you guys! There are schools, and the government—how many of you are there?" He asked, turning on the TV.

"Probably tens of thousands," Harry said dryly.

"No wonder." Uncle Fernon yelled. It seems that all the questions before have found a basis. He wants to say something more, but the evening news came on TV-"People don't need to worry! The economic slowdown and unemployment The phenomenon of soaring rate is temporary, and it will get better soon..." The man on TV was making a speech hoarse.

"Only an idiot can believe his words!" Uncle Fernon's attention was attracted by the TV sound. He stared at the screen and said, "This prime minister is really bad..."

Harry glanced at him, and in the next second he was attracted by the man next to the Prime Minister. He was tall, dark-skinned, and wearing a dark suit, giving him a very stable feeling. Harry glanced again, yes, it was Kingsley Shaker.

What is going on here? Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He stared at the TV screen motionlessly, but the screen was always fixed on the Prime Minister's face. The next ten seconds were not given to the person next to him. Harry scratched his head anxiously.

When Prime Minister Lauri finished speaking, rubbing his bald forehead with his handkerchief and preparing to get up and leave, the camera finally recorded the person next to him, and Harry held his breath to confirm again and again, and finally made sure that he was right.

"You still watch the news?" Uncle Fernon said to Harry in a nasty voice, "Damn it, how can our news be related to people like you—"

"It's a pity," Harry said calmly, pointing to the TV, "I just saw someone I know." In Uncle Fernon's stunned expression, he shrugged, "Yes, it looks like a wizard and Ma The connection between melons is much deeper than you think..."

Before Uncle Fernon became angry again, Harry hurried back to his room, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Sirius should be still working at this time. You can go and take a look in another hour... But how to pass this time is a big problem. Harry picked up a purple booklet next to his pillow, with a striking print on the cover. Word:

"Wartime Survival Manual-Authorized by the Ministry of Magic: Protect Your Home and Family from Dark Magic"

Harry turned to the first page, and it was the same thing as a catalog—

The wizarding world is currently threatened by an organization calling itself Death Eaters. Following the simple safety guidelines below will help protect yourself, your family, and your home from attacks.

1. Don't leave home alone.

2. Be extra careful at night. Go out as far as possible to rush back before dark.

3. Check the safety precautions around the house to make sure that the whole family is aware of some emergency measures, such as the use of iron armor curses, phantom mantras, etc., and minor children in the home must learn to follow the manifestation.

4. Negotiate security codes with relatives and friends to detect death eaters using compound decoctions to impersonate others (see page 2).

5. If possible, master the anti-dark magic spell Bright Flame Curse.

...

At some point, there was a sound of beating glass outside the window.

Harry sat up abruptly from the bed, without noticing the booklet on his face falling to the floor. He looked at the place where the sound was made. A fluffy, squashed **** head was against the window. He was taken aback and almost fell off the bed.

"Crookshanks?" he cried incredulously. He came to the window in three and two steps, pulled the window open one at a time, and the **** cat jumped into the house from the edge of the window and whimpered at him.

"Crookshanks, why are you here, Hermione asked you to pass on the letter? But this is too far..." Harry said in a bewilderment.

Crookshanks licked his paw and pointed out.

Harry turned his head mechanically and looked out the window~www.readwn.com~ and his eyes widened suddenly in the next second.

Hermione was standing next to the flowerbed at No. 4 Privet Road. She was holding the suitcase in one hand and waving desperately at him with the other.

Harry hurriedly went downstairs, followed by Crookshanks, leaving behind the calls of Uncle Fernon and Aunt Petunia, he rushed out the door and ran in front of Hermione.

"You, why, are you here?" Harry said breathlessly.

"I wrote to the professor and asked where I could cast the spell without hesitation--" Hermione stroked her hair and said happily.

"But here I—nor—can't—cast at will—" Harry gasped, and he swallowed. "Sirius is not home during the day."

"I know, the place the professor said is not here either." Hermione said.

"Then, uh, are you here to say goodbye to me?" Harry said disappointedly, thinking he could have multiple companions.

"No one told you?" Hermione asked him in surprise. "We are going to start together."