In the evening, the three of William, who returned to the tent, were startled when they saw a big dog squatting at the door.

The big dog was a gorgeous reddish-brown body, it seemed to be permed, and it had thick curls...a bit like Teddy.

How to see how strange!

William stared for more than ten seconds before he recognized this giant teddy... it was Sirius.

"Sirius, how did you become like this?"

After walking into the tent, William asked in surprise.

"Going to a barber to have it permed for me, isn't it Muggle-inspired?"

Teddy turned back to Sirius, but his original black hair also turned into brown-red curly hair.

He glanced at the long-legged witch next to Hermione.

Neither William nor Hermione concealed it for him, which means that this person must be credible.

"I'm a dog now, walking around the camp, and the Aurors probably won't recognize me," Sirius said with a grin.

Last Christmas, Hermione guessed whether Sirius was an illegal Animagus or a **** dog.

The Ministry of Magic began to deliberately look for suspicious black dogs. He can't use the **** form, wandering around.

Now that it has become like this, it is estimated that no one can connect with the **** dog.

"How did you think it became like this?" Hermione asked, holding back a smile.

"It was designed by Annie." Sirius said softly, "I asked her what it should be ironed, and she wrote to say that it looks good and fits Muggle aesthetics."

William rolled his eyes. Others don't know, anyway, when he saw Teddy, he had the urge to kill him.

Annie was apparently deliberately pitting Sirius.

"It's okay, I think it looks good."

Sirius didn't care too much about Annie's prank, and his tone was envious: "When you go to Venice, don't take me with you."

"Why are you taking me?" William glanced sideways at Sirius.

He and Hermione traveled freely in Italy with a light bulb?

"That's right." Hermione nodded in agreement, "Besides, we're not here to play... and were attacked by the white dragon."

"That's better than my life, too." Sirius's voice was a little gloomy.

"I wish the white dragon came to attack me. It's so exciting to fight to the death to protect Venice.

Much better than a boring monotonous life. "

Sirius had been sleepy for several months in the old Black house.

It is like those students who must be trapped in school and cannot go out even though the epidemic has stabilized.

The most important thing is that only students can't go out, other idlers, etc... can come in and out at will!

This is the perfect portrayal of Sirius at this time.

William sat on the sofa, waved his wand, and poured four cups of tea.

"Staying in an old house is better than living in a cave and starving for half a year, right?"

Before William, Hermione, and Anne found Sirius...he lived alone in a cave in the Forbidden Forest, eating mice all day long.

"That's different." Sirius shook his head.

"Staying in the old house is no different from Azkaban, or even better."

"It's been uninhabited for ten years, and Kreacher, my mom's house-elf, has gone crazy - hasn't done any cleaning in a long time.

I still have to clean up. "

"House-elf." Hermione raised her eyebrows. "You have a house-elf in your house..."

"Hermione, don't put sympathy on Kreacher, it's not worth it," said Sirius.

"It's just following my old mother's orders, don't even think about getting Akali to work...it's going to mess up your store.

If it weren't for the fear of Kreacher revealing my hiding place, I'd want to dress it and let it go.

Kreacher took the clothes and was sure to go to Narcissa right away...my silly cousin. "

It can be seen that Sirius is very disgusted with Kreacher.

"Then how have you passed the time recently?" William asked.

"Going through the last ten years of newspapers, and... bickering with my mom's portrait.

She hates me entering the old house, but I refuse to leave... She is very angry, but she can't do anything to me. "

Sirius frowned and seemed very proud.

"Otherwise, I will throw all Kreacher's collection in the trash, and he will secretly pick it up every time."

"..." Sirius was really idle, so he might as well tear up the newspaper.

"By the way, is Harry here yet?"

"Come on, I just met him." William took a sip and said softly, "He said he would come at night."

Sirius nodded in satisfaction, as if he was very satisfied that his godson cared so much about him.

William blew the tea leaves on the cup, but did not tell Sirius that Harry actually wanted to see Autumn.

Look at the godfather...just a piggyback.

But Sirius is already miserable enough, so don't throw salt and poisonous dog food on his chest.

Sirius was excited for a moment, then suddenly said, "Have you received Harry's letter?"

"No." Both William and Hermione shook their heads.

They had been in Italy and then came to camp. Harry couldn't find anyone to send the letter.

"Harry wrote that the scar suddenly hurt."

"Which scar?" William raised his eyebrows.

Different scars, but completely different.

"The scar on the left is from the night of the opening ceremony of the World Cup."

William held the cup thoughtfully.

The scar on the left was left by little Tom. And on the day of the opening ceremony, he... also killed little Tom.

"William, why does Harry's scar hurt?" Sirius asked nervously. "Is Voldemort near him?"

"There is a speculation, just speculation..." William said.

"Harry's scar hurts when Voldemort gets close to Harry, or when he develops a particularly strong will for revenge."

"Is that so..."

William said so, but thought about another thing.

Harry remembered images of him and Tom fighting in the Chamber of Secrets.

Harry's scar hurts when William kills little Tom...

The effect of scars is more than pain. Harry's connection with little Tom is also very unusual.

He suddenly had a bold and absurd idea.

"By the way, I heard Remus say that Bertha was seriously injured and was rescued by you?" Sirius asked.

"Yes." William quickly repeated the Albania thing.

"I know Bertha Jorkins." Sirius said heavily, "She was there when I was at Hogwarts, years ahead of me and James.

She's a goofy guy. She's very nosy and has no brains, but... she's also our classmate. "

Sirius said resentfully, "Wormtail has killed some people, and I will kill him."

Everyone was silent.

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...

In the evening, Harry did come, and the Weasleys.

Seeing such a luxurious tent, Ron's eyes widened, as if in disbelief.

Seeing William, Percy walked over quickly, shook William's hand immediately, and said:

"Dear William, I heard that you and Hermione received the Italian First Class Magic Badge, that's great.

I was in the Department of International Exchange and Cooperation and got this news very early.

Also had a discussion with Mr. Crouch..."

William suppressed a smile and shook hands with Percy.

Fred held George's hand and said enthusiastically, "Oh, dear George, I heard that you got three O.w.ls certificates, that's great.

I was still in the ministry in the morning, meeting with Mr. Crouch and discussing his grades. "

"Really? But I met Crouch at the camp this morning. He hasn't been to the ministry recently." George showed just the right amount of confusion.

Percy blushed and glared at the two of them.

He said before that ~lightnovelpub.net~ would run into Crouch every day in the ministry...but the twins heard William say that Crouch was always at camp.

Percy was clearly lying.

Now that it was exposed, he was embarrassed.

"Okay, you two." Mr. Weasley stared sternly at the twins.

"You got six certificates in total...is that honorable?

Don't think I can't beat you by hiding in the camp.

Ron is your fate. When the World Cup is over, we will settle the account. "

Mr. Weasley resumed his smile and said easily: "Okay, I have conveyed my mother's words verbatim."

George and Fred slumped, suddenly in a bad mood.

They had already seen Ron's injury, and his **** had been hit asymmetrically. His face was like being stung by a bee.

terrible!

Percy was so proud, he grabbed William's hand again and said, "William, I'm writing a report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation recently."

"We're going to check the thickness of the crucible by the standard. The bottom of the crucible is too thin for some foreign imports - the leakage rate is increasing by almost three percent a year.

If your shop is going to set foot in the cauldron field, it must meet the Ministry of Magic standards..."

William smiled. "Thank you, Percy, I'm definitely not going to sell cauldrons."

Neville on the side was thoughtful.

He just said, why does his cauldron always explode in potions class.

It turned out to be a quality problem!

It has nothing to do with his own actions...

Wait... Although Professor Snape is stern and has a bad temper, Neville must remind him:

Professor Snape, watch out for your cauldron... don't blow it up!

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