Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 483, Section 481: Sirius Black is About to Escape from Prison

Mr. Weasley happily told the Daily Prophet:

“We plan to use this money to go to Egypt for the summer vacation, where our eldest son Bill works as a spellbreaker at Gringotts Wizarding Bank.”

The Weasleys will stay in Egypt for a month before returning to Hogwarts for the start of the new school year, where their five children are currently enrolled.

Sheehan glanced at the event photos and saw the Weasley family of nine standing in front of a giant pyramid, waving vigorously.

A smile couldn't help but spread across his face.

The short, plump Mrs. Weasley, the tall, bald Mr. Weasley, six sons and a daughter, all with fiery red hair.

Tall, thin, and clumsy Ron stood in the middle, with his pet mouse Scabbers perched on his shoulder and his arm around his sister Ginny.

Sheen knew the time had come.

Instead of immediately studying magic, he strode towards the cellar.

Without any hindrance, Professor Snape granted his leave of absence.

"Although they're all useless activities, you're preparing..."

"Professor Snape said coldly, hiding in the shadows."

You mean...?

Sheen was puzzled.

"Ah……"

Professor Snape flicked his robes, and the cellar door closed.

Sheehan was completely baffled until Professor McGonagall came down the stairs excitedly.

"What are you preparing? It's getting late, son. Marcus and the others want to hold it at Mag Garden, and their letter should arrive soon."

Professor McGonagall looked at Sheehan, then quickly turned her head away.

"Prepare what, Professor?"

Sheen couldn't understand.

"Of course I'm preparing—oh, are you going?"

Professor McGonagall noticed the note in his hand, and she smiled gently.
"Let's go, I'll go with you."

……

Sheehan remained in a state of confusion until he left Hogwarts Castle.

Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a good mood. She had a long list—the last time Sheehan had seen such a long list was when Hogwarts was preparing for the Christmas activities—and she was checking the list with a slightly nervous expression, as if Christmas was just around the corner.

Since the professor was constantly adding to the list, Sheen didn't want to bother him.

So he silently set aside his doubts, knowing he had plenty of time to unravel them.

But now, more importantly, he needs to get to Privet Road.

Soon, Harry will leave Privet Drive, or perhaps he won't?

As far as Sheen knew, his relationship with his aunt and uncle's family had improved considerably.

But Sheehan was certain of one thing: at this crucial moment, Sirius, whom he had been waiting for, would arrive.

Harry will run into Sirius at least once, after his birthday.

Sheen had no idea how long Sirius had been out of prison, or exactly which day in July it was.

Therefore, he needed to go to Privet Road in advance to make some preparations so that he could know as soon as Sirius arrived.

July is drawing to a close, and Harry, who is on Privet Drive, is facing a special task.

With the help of his friends, he no longer had to endure living in the stairwell.

He now sleeps in a large room, Uncle Vernon no longer irritates him, and Dudley always looks at him with disbelief and trembling.

Aunt Petunia had been silent for a long time, and at this time, Harry was surprised to find that Aunt Petunia's attitude towards him was the only one that had not changed much.

She still loathed magic, but lately she had become more complicated.

The way she looked at Harry was something Harry couldn't understand.

Previously, Harry only felt disgust in those eyes, but now there was something more inexplicable about them, which Harry couldn't understand.

In the afternoon, Harry held the envelopes in his hand, thinking about his mission, and then looked at them again.

Dear Harry:

You wouldn't believe how amazing Egypt is. Bill showed us all the ancient tombs, and you wouldn't believe the magic the ancient Egyptian sorcerers cast on them.

Mother didn't want Ginny to go into the last tomb. It was full of strange skeletons, Muggles who had wandered in, and some even had multiple heads.

I can't believe Dad won the Daily Prophet's grand prize! Seven hundred Galleons! Most of it was spent on this trip, but they're going to buy me some new clothes for school.

Harry clearly remembered Ron's old clothes.

We'll be back a week before school starts, and then we'll go to London to buy my new clothes and our new textbooks.

Is there any hope of running into you there? I heard that those Muggles aren't bothering you anymore.

P.S.: Percy has become the president of the boys' council. He received the letter last week.

Harry glanced at the photo again. Percy, now a seventh-year student at Hogwarts, looked particularly confident. He wore a fine Turkish cap on his neatly styled hair, with the student council president's badge pinned to it, and his horn-framed glasses gleamed in the Egyptian sunlight.

He smiled slowly, then opened another letter:

Dear Mr. Potter:

Please note that the new semester begins on September 1st.

The Hogwarts Express will depart from Platform 9 at King's Cross Station at 11:00 AM.

Third-year students are allowed to visit Hogsmeade Village on certain weekends.

Please have your parent or other guardian sign the enclosed permission form. A reading list for the next semester is also attached.

—Your loyal Vice Principal: Professor McGonagall

He stared at the letter, then carefully put it away.

That was his mission.

He was going to Hogsmeade.

But first, we have to fulfill Aunt Penny's request.

"Harry, your birthday is coming up."

Aunt Penny said this yesterday, with a slow, hesitant expression and an unnatural look on her face.

Harry was surprised; he thought his aunt had never remembered him at all.

"Are you going to celebrate? Call your friends."

Aunt Penny said.

Harry immediately knew they wanted to see Mr. Finley and Mr. Green.

This is not hard to understand; they got a big project from his friend!

The money I earned was enough to replace this villa.

However, Harry had no idea that they would be willing to renovate a large room for themselves after they earned money.

At this moment, Harry felt that something he had overlooked, something covered by resentment, was surfacing.

"Can I...?"

Harry asked cautiously.

"of course."

Aunt Penny lowered her head.

This has been her expression most of the past year.

"That Hogsmeade you mentioned last time..."

Aunt Penny said.

Do you agree?

Harry was extremely nervous.

"I have only one request: Vernon's sister is coming, and you must not use your magic, and you must show her some respect."

Aunt Penny was always a person who cared a lot about face; she and Uncle Vernon valued face more than anything else.

Harry nodded.

"Of course... we'll make sure she has to be polite to you too."

Aunt Penny suddenly relented.

This was something Harry hadn't expected.

As Aunt Penny was leaving the room, she lingered at the door for a long time. Suddenly, she spoke through the crack in the door:
“That Hogsmeade…those people…those places…you yourself…you must be careful.”

As Harry glanced curiously through the crack in the door, Aunt Petunia had already scurried downstairs.

(End of this chapter)