Meanwhile, No. 4 Ligustrum Road.

"So, that guy found a job for himself?" Uncle Feinong said with his eyes wide open.

"Yes." Harry said listlessly, thinking that Sirius was a good thing to work in the Ministry of Magic, because as far as he knew, Sirius had not been in class so old, except for a few months as an assistant teacher at Muggle School.

In Harry's imagination, his godfather would go to and from get off work at a fixed time like Mr. Weasley, and his time was very regular. But he neglected a little, now it is different, completely different from before. He hasn't seen Sirius people for several days in a row.

In the first few days of the holiday, Sirius was happy to sit down with Harry and laugh at how he teased Amelia's classmate (although this shouldn't be), and how he gained the upper hand in language. It can be seen that Sirius regarded this as a serious fight, with both sides coming and going, like a confrontation in the boxing ring.

But soon, almost visible to the naked eye, his time with Harry dwindled sharply.

One day, Harry stayed in Sirius' rental house until 11 o'clock in the evening, and did not see Sirius come back. This shocked Harry. Is there something wrong? His heart was so entangled that all kinds of terrible speculations poured into his mind. Harry could only convince himself that Sirius was temporarily stuck. He spent a lot of perseverance to act without impulse, but returned to the bed of the Dursley family and churned all night. When it was dawn, he immediately got up, didn't even have to eat breakfast, and ran to Sirius' rental house with a lot of wind.

There is still no one inside.

Harry was so panicked that he wanted to use the Phantom Movement to go to the Burrow or Diagonal Alley... He even pulled out his wand, but unexpectedly saw a scribbled note on the table. It was actually quite conspicuous. When Harry recalled it later, he thought that he was careless, but fortunately he did not cause any more trouble because of impulse.

The content on the note made Harry breathe a sigh of relief. Sirius came back very late last night. He thought he would have a rest the next day, but he was called away before dawn. Sirius had to leave Harry a note to explain the situation.

After that, Harry wanted Sirius to bring the two-way mirror so that he could contact him at any time. But every time he saw his godfather's face was tired, he felt embarrassed to mention this matter.

The next week, Harry only saw Sirius twice, and each time he came back very late. Sirius' eyes were swollen and he started dozing off after saying a few words. When Harry handed him potato chips, he stuffed the potato chips into his nostrils.

...

"What is his work now?" Uncle Feinong asked at the dining table.

"Nothing was done," Harry said in a calm tone, "he is now an assistant to the Minister of Magic."

The Dursleys showed a puzzled expression.

"It's equivalent to the position of Muggle Prime Minister Secretary." Harry changed his statement, and he was satisfied to see them showing a surprised expression. He tried not to show his pride too much. "This is nothing. His last job was to be a teaching assistant in school. Dudley should know very well, right?"

Dudley immediately choked by the dry salad and kept coughing.

"Boy, what did you do!" Uncle Fennon stared at Harry viciously. Aunt Penny patted Dudley's back and shouted slutty: "Dadda, what's wrong with you? Did you choke by food?" Dudley blushed and used his fat arms piled with three layers of flesh to separate Aunt Penny's thin arms, and his shoulders shrugged.

Although he wanted to look at it for a while, Uncle Feinong's face had turned into a pig's liver, as if he was the one choking by salad. He kept bent and stretched out his fingers, as if he would rush out to strangle Harry's throat in the next second.

"I did nothing," Harry said hurriedly, "I guess he just missed the physical education teacher who had taught him for half a year." He met Uncle Feinong's little eyes and said, "Yes, Sirius's last job was to teach at that Meisiting school."

"It's Smetin Middle School!" Uncle Fennon roared. It was his alma mater, and Dudley was very proud to be able to go to school there.

Dinner became a mess. Uncle Fennon's reaction to Sirius' appearance at him and Dudley's alma mater was much beyond Harry's expectations. He seemed to think that the wizards (whose freaks were in his mouth) had finally put their vicious thoughts on his beloved son, "Are they ready to monitor us in all directions?"

Aunt Penny also started to scream and began to criticize Harry. It was strange why she could wiping her tears while saying the vicious words so accurately.

"It was a total accident. Sirius went to Muggle school to accumulate experience. He was going to teach at Hogwarts next year," Harry explained, "and he has resigned now."

"Can that hippie be a professor?" Feinon said disdainfully. At this time, Dudley finally stopped coughing and began to hiccup in a mess. For some time, Feinon's uncle muttered dissatisfiedly, "Look at you guys! There are schools and governments - how many of you guys are there?" he asked, turning on the TV.

"About tens of thousands of people." Harry said dryly.

"No wonder." Uncle Feinong shouted, as if all the previous questions had been found. He wanted to say something else, but evening news came from the TV - "People don't need to worry! The economic growth slows down and the unemployment rate soars are temporary, and it will improve soon..." The man on TV was hoarsely speaking.

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

Harry also glanced at it, and 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 people a very steady feeling. Harry glanced at it again, yes, it was Kingsley Shackle.

What was going on? Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He stared at the TV screen without moving, but the screen was always fixed on the Prime Minister's face. He didn't give it to the person next to him for more than ten seconds. Harry was so anxious that he scratched his head.

When the Prime Minister finished his words in a long and whispered manner, he wiped his bare forehead with a handkerchief and was about to get up and leave, the camera finally recorded the person next to him. Harry held his breath and confirmed it repeatedly, and finally confirmed that he had read it correctly.

"You still read the news?" Uncle Feinon said to Harry in a bad voice, "Hey, how can our news be related to people like you-"

"What a pity," Harry said calmly, pointing to the TV, "I just saw someone I knew." In the stunned expression of Uncle Fennon, he shrugged, "Yes, it seems that the wizard and Muggle are more connected than you think..."

Before Uncle Fennon got angry again, Harry hurriedly slipped back to his room. He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze. At this time, Sirius should still be working, and you can go over 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 the pillow, with eye-catching words printed on the cover:

"Wartime Survival Manual - Authorized by the Ministry of Magic: Protect your family and family from black magic"

Harry opened the first page and it was a directory-

The wizarding world is currently threatened by a group that claims to be a Death Eater. 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 and rush back before dark as much as possible.

3. Check the safety precautions around the house to ensure that the whole family is aware of some emergency measures, such as the use of iron armor spells, illusion body spells, etc. The underage children at home need to learn to show their subordinates.

4. Agree a security code with relatives and friends to detect the death-eating party and use compound decoctions to pretend to others (see page 2).

5. If possible, master the anti-black magic spell, the light and fire curse.

...

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

Harry suddenly sat up from the bed, not even noticed the booklet covering his face fell to the ground. He looked at the place where the sound was made, a furry, flattened ginger head was pressed against the window, and he was startled and almost fell from the bed.

"Crook Mountain?" he shouted incrediblely, and came to the window in three steps and opened it, and the ginger cat jumped into the room from the window ridge and whined at him.

"Crook Hill, why are you here? Hermione asked you to send a message? But it's too far..." Harry said at a loss.

Crook Hill licked his paws and pointed outside.

Harry turned his head mechanically and looked out the window, and suddenly his eyes widened the next second.

Hermione was standing next to the flower bed at No. 4 Ligustworth Road, holding her suitcase in one hand and waving to him desperately with the other.

Harry rushed downstairs in a hurry, followed by Crook Hill, throwing the screams of Uncle Fennon and Aunt Penny behind him, and rushed out of the door and ran to Hermione.

"What, are you here?" Harry said breathlessly.

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

"But here I—and—can't—cake spells at will—" Harry said gasping, swallowing, "Siris is not at home during the day."

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

"Well, uh, are you here to say goodbye to me?" Harry said with some disappointment. He thought he could have multiple companions.
Chapter completed!