From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

Looking at the crooked handwriting on the ledger, Sirius felt like strangling himself.

Day 2, two cats, income £12.

Day 9: Searching for the Cat

【cat…】

【cat】

【...】

Even after rewatching it, Sirius Black still gets a little angry.

Are London cats all prone to getting lost? Or are Muggle cats just that easy to lose?

"Why isn't every cat as smart as Crookshanks?"

With this question in mind, he casually turned to the next page.

【cat】

...

"I'm here to learn from that detective's notebook and open a legitimate law firm in Muggle times, not to catch cats!"

Sirius let out a roar, but fortunately, he was the only one in his firm at the moment, so he didn't have to worry about being summoned by the Ministry of Magic for leaking secrets.

Quickly flipping through the accounts with "cat" written on them, something new appeared.

A new commission has finally appeared! I'm going to catch every single cat in London! Tracking down a cheating partner, £10!

【cat…】

[Two cases involving extramarital affairs...]

[A cat and an affair partner...]

[More affairs, but the only thing to celebrate is that this time the total income reached a whopping £100.]

[I'm trapped, but I have to strictly abide by the secrecy law which prohibits the use of any magic during business hours, so I have no choice but to run... Well, to be honest, Muggles run pretty fast.]

'Actually, I did manage to beat one up when I had some free time, but ledgers like these still need to be sent to the Ministry of Magic for inspection.'

Sirius Black chuckled as he read this, recalling with a grin, "This way of recording the accounts should be correct, right?"

'The income and expenditure records are very stable... nothing's wrong.'

Anyway, the work of auditing accounts here was taken over by staff from the Ministry of Magic. The inspector was also responsible for the enforcement of secrecy laws in several wizarding households in the surrounding area who were married to Muggles. This was also an important reason why his office was assigned to this area.

The subsequent records were quickly forgotten—they were either about finding cats or dogs or catching cheating partners.

There wasn't a single decent thing happening, let alone the kind of thing described in that book where someone came to ask for advice on a big case. Instead, there was a customer who lost something but didn't seem to care about losing it. But what's the difference between this and the previous ones?

Chapter 339 The Sudden Arrival of a Holiday

The Easter holiday has finally arrived amidst the anticipation of all teachers and students, or rather, most teachers and students.

This left William completely bewildered—he had originally planned to go to France, but now that the holiday benefits had suddenly come his way, he had no concrete plans for the time being.

It's not a long holiday, but it's not short either. Staying at school would be a waste of this precious vacation, but going out to play is also a bit of a hassle since I don't have any plans.

headache.

'If all else fails, ask Adams; if that doesn't work, ask Singed—he's the school's most notoriously lazy alchemy professor.'

With this in mind, William left the office.

"That's it, yes, a brilliant idea!"

Adams' voice could be heard clearly in the corridor, and his office was filled with the exclamations and cheers of some young wizards.

As William approached, a sweet aroma, reminiscent of osmanthus cake, grew stronger—though it was highly unlikely that such a magical pastry as osmanthus cake would be available at Hogwarts, William still thought of it.

'That's strange, do herbalists study such a wide range of subjects?'

The door to Adams' office was open, and William could see what was inside as he approached it.

Seven or eight young wizards stood inside, each holding a different plate. William didn't recognize more than half of the pastries on the plates, but one particular dessert, with its honey-preserved osmanthus blossoms, looked especially tempting.

It's Adams' Herbal Food Club having an event—if you're lucky, you can get a lot of delicious food, but if everyone's trying new things, then you're on your own.

“William.”

Adams, who was scoring the papers, stood up. "Shall we score them together?"

"of course."

After cheerfully rating the various fresh foods, as the club activities came to an end, William began to inquire about Adams' vacation plans.

If he has any travel plans, he'd like to tag along.

The high-intensity teaching and exam preparation came at a price—the added strain of training to maintain his strength and the need to further develop the magic he had already mastered left him with little free time to explore the interesting aspects of the magical world.

Besides, in the world of travel, there are naturally two types: those who slack off and those who plan ahead. He works hard enough normally, so it's understandable that he might slack off a bit when traveling.

“I’m afraid it won’t work. There’s a large herbalist exchange event this Easter, and I’m afraid I can’t get out of it,” Adams shook his head. “As you know, the best time to replant herbs is after Easter, and Easter is a long holiday. I really can’t get away from it.”

I remember now…

Smuggling is rampant before Easter, with many seeds of banned drugs leaving the jurisdiction of various countries' Ministries of Magic during this last golden period, as they won't fetch high prices later.

But since he was just drifting along anyway, William went to see Singed again.

However, the usually laid-back alchemy professor became unusually diligent, for reasons that were quite outrageous.

The days around Easter are said to be the time of greatest luck in alchemy, and many famous works in history were produced during this period.

Therefore, Singed had already decided to work hard throughout the entire Easter holiday. In his words, "There's plenty of time to rest if I want, but why waste this luckiest time of the year like Easter? Why not brew some potions that don't work miracles like Professor Snape?"

...

Former pharmacist William felt offended.

Chapter 340 Why am I so familiar with the roads to our new home?

Privet Road, Little Huigkin District, Surrey.

On the eve of Easter, a middle-aged man dressed somewhat strangely suddenly appeared in this peaceful neighborhood.

“Penny!”

Vernon shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Come and see this side!"

Ever since his children and another resident left, Vernon has been spending more and more time observing his neighbors.

"He's acting all mysterious and sneaky; he doesn't seem like a good person. Who knows, he might be a thief!"

He muttered, "A well-mannered gentleman should be working hard or relieving work stress at this time of day, not wandering the streets like this!"

He knocked on the door of number 6 next door—

"I knew it!"

Penny Dursley said without any surprise—like Vernon, she also liked to keep an eye on her neighbors, especially number 7—of course, she could also listen to number 6.

"Just look at the friends she associates with, and you'll know how strange they are!"

As the two were discussing their neighbor at No. 6 Privet Road, some of the noise from downstairs drifted over through the bushes.

"... "

"...Oh, is it the latest model? You have excellent taste..."

"...I occasionally pursue some new trends..."

"... "

"Is he a pretty boy trying to pick you up?"

Vernon was overjoyed, as if he had heard some big news, like he had found money.

“Such an evaluation may be too hasty…” Penny retorted, but her ear was pressed against the screen window.

"My God! This is impossible! We're living here perfectly well, how could we possibly sell our own house?"

The neighbor across the street suddenly raised their voices considerably, startling the two people who were eavesdropping.

But even more explosive news suddenly came from the air.

"Twice the price? We're not kidding, sir. You should know that houses here aren't cheap."

The two curiously peered through the mesh curtains—the furtive middle-aged man pulled out a checkbook from his pocket, signed a check with great flair, and handed it over.

"Oh...this shouldn't be an impulsive choice...but our neighbors are really strange, those kids in the house next door are really..."

'Your child is the strange one; Dudley is such a healthy and normal child!'

"...Is the child acting strangely...? Is he/she very noisy?"

"Well, it's not too much... Besides, those two kids only come back a few times a year, and they're already teenagers, so you don't need to worry about it..."

The neighbor's words were much clearer than those of the man who wanted to buy the house, but the information they gathered was more than enough for them to fill in the blanks of the entire conversation.

"This is a ghost!"

Vernon muttered, "Why not buy ours? For double the price, we could move to a bigger house, and maybe even get rid of that bastard—"

"At least let him stay in that position until he's an adult, you promised me..."

"Yes, darling, but he has to get out of here once he's an adult."

When talking about this, Vernon even forgot that the neighbor had made a profit by reselling a house—that weird kid had to get out of his life when he grew up!

But the next day, he began to regret it.

The neighbors left early in the morning with two large suitcases. They were all very happy and didn't even hire a moving company. They left all their furniture behind. It didn't look like they had sold their house at all, but rather like they were going on vacation.

"The new neighbor must be a slovenly person—he even wants such old and worn-out furniture!"

Vernon glanced at the moving boxes next door, snorted, and went back to enjoy his breakfast.

Chapter 341 Their Easter