A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 562 Snape... Watch out, your cauldron might explode!

In the evening, when William and his two companions returned to their tent, they were startled to see a large dog squatting at the entrance.

The big dog was a vibrant reddish-brown all over, its fur looked like it had been permed, and it had thick curls...it looked a bit like a teddy bear.

It looks weird no matter how you look at it!

William stared at it for more than ten seconds before recognizing the giant teddy bear as Sirius Black.

"Sirius, what happened to you?"

After entering the tent, William asked in surprise.

"I got my hair permed at the barbershop, isn't that pretty Muggle-friendly?"

Teddy turned back into Sirius, but his original black hair turned into reddish-brown curly hair.

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

The fact that neither William nor Hermione covered for him proves that this person is definitely trustworthy.

"If I were a dog now and walked around the camp, the Aurors probably wouldn't recognize me," Sirius said with a grin.

Last Christmas, Hermione guessed that Sirius Black was an illegal Animagus, and a big black dog.

The Ministry of Magic began a deliberate search for the suspicious black dog. He couldn't roam around in his Great Black form.

Now that it looks like this, probably not many people would associate it with the big black dog.

"How did you come up with this idea?" Hermione asked, barely suppressing a laugh.

"Anne designed it," Sirius said softly. "I consulted her about what kind of perm I wanted, and she wrote to me saying it looked good and was very much in line with Muggle aesthetics."

William rolled his eyes. He didn't know about others, but whenever he saw Teddy, he felt an urge to kill him.

Anne was clearly deliberately setting Sirius up for himself.

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

Sirius Black wasn't too bothered by Annie's prank, and said with envy, "You went to Venice without me."

"Why would I bring you along?" William glanced sideways at Sirius.

He and Hermione were traveling independently in Italy, and they even brought a third wheel?

"Yeah, right." Hermione nodded in agreement. "Besides, we weren't there to play around... and we even got attacked by a white dragon."

"That's still more comfortable than my life," Sirius said, sounding a little downcast.

"I wish the white dragon would attack me. How exciting it would be to fight to the death to defend Venice!"

It's so much better than a boring, monotonous life.

Sirius Black has been trapped in the Black family's old house for several months.

It's just like those students who, despite the pandemic having stabilized, are stuck in school and can't leave.

Most importantly, only students are not allowed to leave; other unauthorized personnel can come and go as they please!

This is a perfect description of Sirius at this moment.

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

"Staying in the old house is much more comfortable than living in a cave and starving for half a year, right?"

Before William, Hermione, and Anne found Sirius Black... he lived alone in a cave in the Forbidden Forest, subsisting on rats.

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

"Staying in the old house is no different from being in Azkaban, and even worse."

"No one has lived there for ten years. My mother's house-elf, Kreacher, has gone mad—it hasn't been cleaned in a long time."

I still need to clean.

"A house-elf." Hermione raised an eyebrow. "You have a house-elf in your household..."

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

"It only obeys my old mother's orders. Don't even think about getting Akali to work... she'll make a mess of your store."

If I weren't afraid that Kreacher would reveal my hiding place, I would have given him clothes and sent him away.

"Kreacher will take the clothes and go find Narcissa right away... my silly cousin."

It's clear that Sirius Black has a strong aversion to Kreacher.

"So how have you been passing the time lately?" William asked.

"I read through the newspapers from the last ten years or so, and... I argued with a portrait of my mother."

She hated me coming into the old house, but I wouldn't leave... She was very angry, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Sirius Black was beaming with pride, seemingly quite pleased with himself.

"Otherwise, I'll just throw all of Kreacher's collection in the trash, and he'll always secretly pick it up."

"..." Sirius was indeed bored out of his mind, and might as well tear up the newspaper.

"By the way, has Harry arrived?"

"He's here. I just ran into him." William took a sip of water and said softly, "He said he'd be here tonight."

Sirius nodded in satisfaction, seemingly pleased with how much he cared for his son.

William blew on the tea leaves in his cup, without telling Sirius that Harry actually wanted to visit Cho.

Watching The Godfather... was just a side note.

Sirius Black has already suffered enough; let's not rub salt into his wounds or add more insult to injury.

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

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

They had been in Italy before arriving at the camp. Harry couldn't find anyone to send a letter.

"Harry wrote that his scar suddenly started hurting."

"Which scar?" William raised an eyebrow.

Different scars, but completely different.

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

William held his cup, lost in thought.

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

"William, why does Harry's scar hurt?" Sirius asked anxiously. "Is Voldemort nearby?"

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

"Harry's scars would ache when Voldemort got close to Harry, or when he felt a particularly strong urge for revenge."

"Is that so..."

William said this, but he was thinking about something else.

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

Harry's scar will hurt when William kills Little Tom...

The scar's effect extends beyond just the pain; it also highlights the excessively intimate connection between the two individuals.

He suddenly had a bold and absurd idea.

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

"Yes." William quickly recounted the situation in Albania.

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

She's a bit of a goofball. She's incredibly nosy and clueless, but... she's our classmate too.

Sirius said bitterly, "Wormtail has harmed some more people. I will definitely kill him."

Everyone remained silent.

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That evening, Harry arrived, along with the Weasleys.

Ron stared wide-eyed at the sight of the luxurious tent, seemingly in disbelief.

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

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

I work in the International Exchange and Cooperation Department, and I received this news a long time ago.

I also had a discussion with Mr. Crouch for a while…”

William suppressed a laugh and shook hands with Percy.

Fred shook George's hand and said warmly, "Oh, dear George, I heard you got three Owls certificates, that's wonderful."

I was at the ministry this morning, meeting with Mr. Crouch and discussing his achievements from back then.

"Really? But I ran into Crouch at the camp this morning. He hasn't been to the department lately." George showed just the right amount of confusion.

Percy blushed and glared angrily at the two of them.

He had previously said that he saw Crouch at the department every day... but the twins heard from William that Crouch was always at the camp.

Percy was clearly lying.

Now that he's been exposed, he's extremely embarrassed.

"Alright, you two," Mr. Weasley said sternly, staring at the twins.

"You only received six certificates in total... Is that something to be proud of?"

Don't think that just because you're hiding in the camp, I can't beat you.

"This is what will happen to you, Ron. We'll settle the score after the World Cup."

Mr. Weasley smiled again and said easily, "Alright, I've conveyed Mother's words perfectly."

George and Fred looked glum, their mood suddenly sour.

They could see Ron's injuries; his buttocks were asymmetrical from the beatings, and his face looked like it had been stung by bees.

terrible!

Percy was extremely pleased with himself. He grabbed William's hand and said, "William, I'm currently writing a report for the International Bureau of Magical Cooperation."

"We are preparing to inspect the thickness of the crucibles according to standards. Some imported products have crucibles with bottoms that are too thin—leaking rates are increasing by almost three percent per year."

If your store wants to get involved in the cauldron business, you must meet the Ministry of Magic's standards..."

William laughed and said, "Thank you, Percy. I certainly won't go and sell crucibles."

Neville, standing to the side, seemed lost in thought.

He'd been wondering why his cauldron always seemed to explode during Potions class.

It turns out it was a quality issue!

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

Wait… Although Professor Snape was strict and had a bad temper, Neville had to remind him:

Professor Snape, watch your cauldron... don't let it explode!

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(End of this chapter)