Harry woke up at 1 a.m. on August 1.

His brain triggered the protection consciousness, and fortunately, he used coma to protect him from the birthday day and dragged him to the early morning of the next day.

Anyway, he didn't know what happened when he was in a coma.

When Harry woke up, Sherlock and Kingsley were staring at him. Harry looked at them in confusion, and then suddenly jumped out of the chair.

"Where is that monster in a cloak! And the horse face! What about that horse face monster!"

Sherlock looked at him in confusion.

"The monster in the cloak is a dementor, it is the prison guard of Azkaban and has already left. As for the horse-faced monster...what is that?"

Harry danced excitedly and used his own face to describe them.

"It's just a monster with a face that looks exactly like a horse, with pink curly hair, and a terrifying smile!"

After hearing his words, Sherlock and Kingsley looked at each other, and they both saw a speechless look in each other's eyes.

"You should be talking about Tonks, who is a natural disguise Animagus who can turn her face into any shape." Kingsley muttered, "Why did she turn into a horse face to scare you?"

"She is not a monster, but a human!" Harry gasped quickly, obviously still in a terrifying look.

Sherlock patted his shoulder and comforted him.

"Don't be so nervous Harry, is this Ministry of Magic or the Auror Command of the Ministry of Magic, and there is no safer place than here."

Harry slowly recovered and he scratched his hair.

"Yes, this is the Ministry of Magic...wait! Why is my hair so sticky!"

He put his hand that had just touched his hair into his nose and smelled it, and smelled it with a sweet chocolate smell.

Tonks was too nervous and the cleaning spell was useless, leaving Cocoa remaining on Harry's head.

Sherlock almost laughed at Harry's embarrassing look, and he raised his wand and said.

"Well, Harry, you can choose two ways to clean it now, one is the cleaning curse, and the other is that I will make some water for you and you can clean it up yourself."

Harry said depressedly.

"It's better to use the cleaning curse. It's probably impossible to wash it clean with water."

Sherlock used a cleaning spell to help him clean his hair again. Only then did Harry realize that everything was because he was too naive.

I really thought that Sherlock's crow's mouth had disappeared. The reason why it temporarily failed on the French highway that day was definitely due to some other special reasons.

At this time, there are only a few Aurors who are still on night shift in the entire Auror command center, and the others have already returned home from get off work.

Harry only met Kingsley for a while and knew that he was Auror from the Ministry of Magic.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a good Muggle restaurant for some late-night snack. When we came back from a mission, we always liked to go to that house for dinner."

Kingsley took them to a 24-hour restaurant in London and invited them to a big meal.

By the way, in order to compensate Harry for his ended birthday, they asked for a small cake and planned to sing a happy birthday song for him together. However, Harry forced him to try his best to dissuade him.

Harry survived safely again, and was finally sent back to Dursley's home by Sherlock in a mental state. During this period, he successfully interrupted the curse casting of a certain professor's "I wish you a good night's sleep."

But Harry's doom seems not to end.

The next day, Aunt Maggie woke up and found Harry who had returned to Dursley's house, and said to him as a sarcastic person.

Harry never replied back. He had been accustomed to these words for a long time and could not feel any anger in his heart.

After that, except for when he came out of his room once at lunch, he stayed in his house to tear down the birthday gifts that Hermione and Ron and Hagrid last night, using the owl to send him.

Although Hermione was in France, she brought him a broom repair toolbox through Owl Express, which made Harry extremely happy.

He always wanted to buy this at Diagon Alley, but he didn't have much chance. Unexpectedly, Hermione gave him a birthday gift.

Ron sent him a local magic prop from Egypt - a pocket mirror. According to him, this thing can detect whether there are untrustworthy people around him for the wizard. If there is any, an alarm will sound.

Hagrid gave Harry a book that could bite people, which made him busy for a long time before he could uniform the book to prevent it from rushing out of the room and causing trouble for himself.

He had received Sherlock's gift yesterday, a new bird cage for Hedwig, who seemed very satisfied with it.

But Harry couldn't stay in the room all day, and he had to come out for supper with Aunt Penny's family and the annoying Aunt Maggie.

At this meal, Aunt Maggie said more and more excessively because she drank some wine.

She began to humiliate Harry's parents directly.

"You see, this is always the case with raising a dog. If there is anything wrong with the bitch, there must be something wrong with the puppy!"

The bottle of wine in Aunt Maggie's hand suddenly exploded.

Penny and Vernon were startled. They knew what was going on. Vernon looked pale and kept trying to change the subject, and signaled that Harry could go back to his room.

Dudley opened his mouth wide and stared at it all blankly.

Harry's hands were trembling constantly, and he lowered his head, trying not to let the people on the table see his face.

He had to endure that not only the underage wizard could not use magic outside of school, but also because he needed Aunt Penny to allow him to sign the parent consent form for leaving school in the third grade.

He must be honest in enduring these humiliations, humiliation to him and his parents!

Until Aunt Maggie said contemptuously that his father was a worthless, useless, lazy beggar, Harry finally couldn't continue to pretend that he had heard nothing.

He had a fierce argument with Aunt Maggie, and then the magic in his body could no longer control it, turning her into a hydrogen balloon and drifting to the ceiling.

The Dursley family was completely in a mess, and Harry's fury could no longer be suppressed.

He rushed back to his room, put everything in a box, intending to escape.

Vernon stopped him.

"You are not allowed to leave!" he roared, "get things done!"

Harry gave up and sucked his wand and pointed it at Vernon. He said with a rapid breathing.

"That's what she deserves! You'd better stay away from me!"

Harry never dared to rush over Vernon, who was blocking it, walked into the dark, quiet street alone with the box and Hedwig's cage.

With anger that he had not yet subsided, he ran to Sherlock's house, but no one responded to him no matter whether he rang the doorbell like this or shouted Sherlock's name.

Sherlock is not at home tonight.

Harry could only continue to drag the box and continue walking aimlessly along the street.

Until a magic bus arrived in front of him.

......

Sherlock stayed at home all day and day, but he chose this time period at night. He went out and found a deserted open space, testing some spell effects of scope and power under the floating wand casting system.

Of course, he would not conduct this kind of experiment at his own home, and it would be easily discovered by Muggles during the day, so he specially selected this time period to conduct the experiment.

Two magic wands were floating around him flexibly, and Sherlock could control the farthest distance it reached, about ten meters.

If you control the magic, you will lose its effectiveness and make the wand fall to the ground.

But the distance of ten meters is enough for him to flexibly make many special attempts.

Sherlock chanted a spell after scattering his wand and floating to an extreme distance of ten meters away.

"Thunderbolt explosion."

"boom!"

A huge explosion sounded in the open space, and the orange-yellow fire illuminated an area within a radius of more than ten meters and also illuminated Sherlock's face.

The explosion curse that has been weakened normally cannot exert such great power.

But a spell like this is the quantity equal to mass. When the power of the two explosion spells is superimposed, the movement and stillness generated are sufficient to be equal to the explosion spell under normal casting.

If more magic wands are controlled later, under the continuous bombardment of this magic, it will definitely be a very artistic picture.

After a series of tests in the wild, Sherlock didn't return home in the middle of the night.

Then in August, he started to live at home again.

His most important activity is to study various black magic defense books in the study room. Now his theoretical level in defense has basically reached the level of the original owner.

Especially the two books written by the original owner, combined with some notes and materials left by the original owner during his creation, he has now completely understood them.

If he had to rely on the test papers and answer questions last semester to barely cope with the black magic defense class in the upper grades, he could now give some more in-depth theoretical explanations.

There is no need to be stage frightened in high-end magic theory.

Of course, whether to change the lessons and ideas of senior grades depends on the results of the students' wizard level test after school starts.

If the test-oriented education method can also show good results in the wizard exam, Sherlock will not intend to change his teaching method. He will only add some interesting things to the original classroom to make the learning of black magic defense more vivid and interesting.

In this way, August passed quickly. On August 31, Sherlock was about to set off for Diagon Alley.
Chapter completed!