Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 224, Section 222: Treat yourself well this weekend!

"That man really came, he's here to kill Harry Potter!"

Similar sentiments began to circulate within Hogwarts.

In the eyes of all the young wizards, Sirius Black was a complete madman, a serial killer, Voldemort's loyal servant, and his right-hand man. Twelve years ago, he even used a spell to blow up a street and kill thirteen people.

If his previous attack on the Fat Lady could be explained by other things, then his breaking into the Gryffindor common room and ransacking Harry's bedroom could only mean one thing.

He's got his eye on Harry Potter!

And that same day he even sent Harry Potter a 'fire bolt'!

Harry's handing over of the Firebolt also caused quite a stir, because that same day, Gryffindor Quidditch captain Wood, upon learning that Harry had a Firebolt, wanted to borrow it from him for the Gryffindor team to use.

For three whole days, the young wizards at Hogwarts were discussing this matter.

Gryffindor thought it was so exciting that they celebrated for two nights.

Ravenclaw, on the other hand, was analyzing Sirius's intentions, but ultimately came up with nothing.

The Slytherins believed it was a conspiracy, and that Sirius was plotting something sinister.

As for Hufflepuff, they thought it was too terrifying and dared not act alone, while also increasing their food intake by almost double.

Midnight Slytherins' Gathering

"Blake is really bold, daring to openly provoke Mr. Potter."

In the Slytherins' view, the "fire bolt" was Black's provocation to Harry, a proclamation that represented a declaration of war.

The Firebolt must have been cursed with an extremely vicious curse; it would activate immediately if Harry dared to sit on it.

Otherwise, who would be so bored as to send you a "supercar"?

"Do you think Mr. Dursley will intervene?" some of the young wizards asked curiously.

The other young wizard immediately shook his head: "Black is nothing to Mr. Dursley. Mr. Potter can handle him."

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone else raised a different opinion: "Not necessarily. Don't forget, Mr. Potter has been hiding himself all along."

Harry usually passed his practical classes with perfect scores, but he would falter when it came to theoretical questions, which the Slytherins saw as him hiding his true abilities.

However, there is one thing that the Slytherins agree on—"Blake is doomed."

But just like his previous attack on the Fat Lady, after causing a ruckus in Gryffindor, Sirius once again disappeared without a trace.

Time flew by and it was the weekend, a time that almost every young wizard above the third grade looked forward to.

According to Hogwarts rules, young wizards can travel to the wizarding village of Hogsmeade every weekend.

The prerequisite is that their parents or guardians sign.

Dudley, of course, got his autograph easily, and Harry did too. However, Dudley and the others were busier on weekends than during school days, mostly spending their time at Hogwarts. None of them showed much interest in Hogsmeade Village, since they could easily go there during the holidays.

However, this week the professors all need to patrol and search for Sirius's whereabouts, so no one will give them individual tutoring, and they've naturally been idle.

"I think we should take a break this week and go to Hogsmeade to relax, what do you say?"

After Hermione said those words, everyone fell silent instantly, and all eyes turned to her, their faces filled with disbelief.

It's hard to imagine that she would have made this suggestion on her own initiative.

Take a break, oh, is this still the Hermione who always has "Time is running out, we should seize the time to study," "What's the use of studying when you're old if you don't study now," and "There are XX days left until the final exams" on her lips?

Could Sirius Black have replaced him?

Seeing her companions' expressions, Hermione knew what they were thinking and said irritably, "Proper rest helps improve learning efficiency."

"Although wizards have always looked down on ordinary people, what they say is sometimes more reasonable than what wizards say."

"We need to master scientific learning methods."

Honest boy Neville asked, "What is science?"

"A system that is no less powerful than magic."

Dudley answered Neville.

Neville dutifully wrote down all of this. Dudley had told him that a bad pen is worse than a good memory, and besides, Neville's memory had never been very good.

Dudley continued, "Actually, I also plan to let everyone relax this week. In addition, I have something else to announce."

Neville looked on in surprise: "Are you and Hermione getting married?"

These words made Ron, who was secretly eating snacks, choke and spray Harry, who was closest to him, all over his face.

Draco, standing to the side, used extremely exaggerated gestures to say, "Oh, Draco, thank you for conquering our class monitor, discipline monitor, life monitor, and labor monitor with your charm."

These were words he had heard from Dudley.

"Oh, no, you're not old enough to get married yet," Neville said slowly, as if realizing something.

Hermione's face turned bright red at a visible speed, and she couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more off track, Dali said impatiently, "If you don't want to, you can continue studying this weekend."

The group instantly transformed into obedient children, speaking in unison.

"We have no objections."

Even the most studious person needs to rest sometimes.

Several months of the school year have passed, and Harry and his friends haven't been to Hogsmeade even once. They've been studying non-stop, and their perseverance alone has earned the admiration of the other young wizards.

No wonder they are so outstanding

That's true, and they understand the logic, but it's absolutely impossible for other young wizards to learn from them.

Studying is out of the question. My studies are already heavy enough during the week, so I have to play hard and reward myself on weekends.

Over the weekend, the group arranged to meet on the road leading to Hogsmeade.

Instead of heading to Honeydukes, a favorite among young wizards, upon arriving in Hogsmeade, they went straight to the Three Broomsticks, ordered a refreshing Butterbeer from Madam Rosmerta, and enjoyed a delightful meal.

This time Harry didn't want the baking soda because there was no little umbrella on it.

"It tastes good."

Ron ate most of it in one go and let out a long burp.

"Tsk, Robin Hood, you're so rude. *hiccup*"

Draco had just opened his mouth to mock Ron when, before he could finish his sentence, he involuntarily let out a burp himself.

Draco felt awkward seeing Ron's ambiguous smile.

Fortunately, Dali came to his rescue.

"Do you remember the allowance program I told you about at the end of last semester?"

(End of this chapter)