Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

He maintained that heartbroken and disappointed expression, with disappointment and fatigue still lingering in his grey eyes as he stared at Harry blankly.

The air in the office was silent for a few seconds.

A question mark slowly appeared on Sirius's forehead, and then he almost jumped up from his chair like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"I've learned bad things? I learned bad things from Douglas?"

He pointed at his nose, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Harry, tell me honestly, for whom am I doing all this?"

Harry looked at him so excited, trying to suppress a smile, but trying hard to show some hurt and grievance on his face. His voice also became low, with a hint of tears in his voice:

"Yes, I know you're doing this for my own good... Just like Professor Holmes said, he deducted points from me and made me write the essay eight hundred times, all to temper my will and make me stronger..."

He paused, sniffed, his eyes wandering, as if he was lost in some unbearable memory:

“Every time he looked at me with that “I’m doing this for your own good” look and announced some inexplicable punishment, I could feel his deep love.

Sirius, what you said just now, that look, that tone..."

As he spoke, that half-smile appeared on Harry's face again. He took a few steps forward and walked half a circle around Sirius' desk.

It was like looking at some strange exhibit, which made Sirius feel uneasy.

Finally he stood still, tilted his head slightly, looked at Sirius and said:

"He's practically cut from the same cloth as him, except a little off the mark. He's too exaggerated."

He paused, then stretched out his finger and tapped Sirius's hair, which had been messed up.

"You should get your hair done beforehand next time..."

Sirius quickly fixed his hair and explained:

"We've just had the right atmosphere, so let's liven it up. It seems Doug's teaching style isn't easy to learn. I thought I had you intimidated, but have you figured it out already?"

Harry nodded and said:

"His style is to keep you guessing whether he's going to give you a piece of candy or swing a stick at you in the next second. You're... trying a little too hard, but..."

She sniffed deliberately, her voice taking on a hint of grievance and crying:

"I really thought you were starting to hate me. You were deducting points from me in different ways every day. I thought you were Professor Snape in disguise.

Director Black, you won't deduct points from me this time, will you? I did talk about Professor Snape."

Sirius reached out and patted Harry's shoulder, and the pretended majesty and loneliness disappeared.

Then he chuckled:

"Alright, alright, you're pretty cool, now you even dare to tease me."

Harry finally put away his expression and chuckled:

"But, Sirius, your acting was too bad and too exaggerated, and it was mostly too much like Douglas's acting method.

Hey, are you learning from him how to be a strict academic dean?"

Sirius laughed and scolded:

"You little brat, you're teaching me a lesson."

But seeing Harry's funny look, Sirius' eyes became gentle, with a bit of doting.

No matter what Harry does these years, he always has a sense of maturity that a young man shouldn't have.

Now you can see the youthful vigor in him, but of course it’s not the kind of vigor he has when he’s causing trouble.

But a carefree feeling.

Seeing Harry like this, he felt a lot more relaxed.

"Tell me, why did you sneak up on me? Is there something wrong?"

Harry found a chair and sat opposite Sirius. He scratched his head and said awkwardly:

"Actually, I'm here to see my cousin Holmes, but I'm telling you the same thing.

This summer, I want to go to Godric's Hollow and renovate the old house at home. You know, I want to restore the place to its original state.

The most important thing is that I want to invite members of the Charon Detective Agency to come over and help out. Other clubs have plans for the summer vacation, and I want to do something different."

Sirius's eyes softened when he heard Harry mention Godric's Hollow.

There are too many memories of his and James's childhood there, and it is also the place where Harry lost his parents.

He was silent for a moment, nodded and said:

"Of course, Harry, it's your home, you can do whatever you want. I can help you with that, Doug."

When Harry heard this, his mouth almost stretched to his ears.

Seeing Harry so happy, Sirius shook his hair and said:

"I will send a notice to the students in the name of the Academic Affairs Office. If the young wizards want to hold a club gathering during the summer vacation, they can get approval from the Academic Affairs Office in advance.

Of course, this rule is mainly for families of Muggle origin. The Academic Affairs Office can issue school certificates for members of these clubs.

However, every club gathering requires the presence of an adult wizard."

Harry quickly gave a thumbs up:

"major!"

Sirius chuckled:

"You can also submit an application and see how many people will participate. You don't have to worry about the funding. I will even pay for the members' travel expenses. I recently made a lot of money.

As for the adult wizards in your society, I will take charge. Doug has something to do recently and may not be in the UK."

Sirius stroked his chin when he said this, and before Harry could ask Douglas what he was going to do during the summer vacation, he suddenly lowered his voice and moved closer to Harry.

"As for the Ministry of Magic... you know, restoring an old house like that is bound to cause quite a stir, and their rules are annoying as hell."

Harry blinked and asked worriedly:

"What should I do?"

There was a glint of cunning in his eyes, making him look just like the boy who loved playing pranks back then.

"But don't worry, Doug has a lot of clever ideas! He must have something good that can block the Ministry of Magic's detection. I'll help you get it!"

Harry felt warm in his heart and nodded vigorously.

"Thank you, Sirius!"

Sirius waved his hand, an undisguised smile on his face.

"Why are you so polite to me?"

He looked at Harry, his eyes becoming meaningful.

"So... our play here at school?"

Harry understood immediately and grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth.

"Of course, keep acting!"

He stood up, puffed out his chest, and spoke seriously, imitating Sirius's previous behavior.

"Director Black, please rest assured. I will change my ways and try to cause you less trouble!"

Sirius couldn't help laughing at Harry's funny look, and the office was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"Good boy!"

He stood up and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Then it's settled."

Chapter 363: Fudge's Stuffed Toy Army

The sunshine in the morning is just right.

Many students walked out of their dormitories to enjoy their last days on campus this semester.

By the Black Lake, several students were chatting about the headlines of today's Daily Prophet.

At this moment, a Gryffindor student,

He strode over with a copy of The Quibbler in his hand.

There was a complicated expression on his face, as if he was trying to hold back a laugh, or as if he had seen some shocking secret.

"Do you really believe what the Daily Prophet said?"

He proudly handed over the copy of "The Quibbler" in his hand.

"Look at this, this is the truth. Luna just posted it in the castle..."

Several classmates who were nearby were also attracted by him.

A Ravenclaw boy wearing round-framed glasses held up a magazine and read the front-page headline in an exaggerated tone:

"Fudge's Army of Stuffed Toys? Is the Ministry of Magic's "Wolf Friend Project" an attempt to assemble a werewolf special forces unit, or does the Minister simply want to keep pets?"

"puff......"

A Hufflepuff girl who was drinking juice spit it out, choking and her face turned red.

"A plush toy army? Haha..."

Below the title is a crude but powerful cartoon:

Cornelius Fudge, in his general's uniform, triumphantly inspects a group of werewolves with their teeth bared and their eyes glowing green, against a backdrop of a burning village and the shattered Ministry of Magic emblem.

A Hufflepuff girl covered her mouth and said in surprise:

"My Merlin... this drawing is too... too direct, isn't it?"

The boy who read the title turned the page and said casually:

"Direct? That's to the point! But why do I feel that Minister Fudge should be replaced by Fore... wuwuwu..."

Before he could finish his words, a boy next to him covered his mouth.

And whispered:

"Holiday isn't over yet, and I don't want to have a pile of homework during the holiday."

A boy next to him took "The Quibbler" and continued to read:

"This magazine's exclusive in-depth exploration:

The so-called Werewolf Friends Plan is actually a conspiracy to arm werewolves carefully planned by Minister Fudge!

An anonymous Ministry of Magic official (who requested confidentiality for fear of being fed a mute potion) revealed that Fudge had long been dissatisfied with the inefficiency and disloyalty of the existing Auror force, and intended to form a Moonlight Suicide Squad of absolutely obedient and extremely powerful combat forces!

Late at night, wolf howls were heard in Minister Fudge's office. Insiders revealed that the minister was diligently practicing the "Three Wolf Taming Techniques!"

"Moonlight Suicide Squad?" A tall boy nearby laughed. "Does Fudge have that much guts? He might as well have a pet."

The Ravenclaw boy whose mouth was covered adjusted his glasses and analyzed seriously:

"Logically speaking, werewolves are indeed quite powerful after transforming. If they can be commanded in a unified way... But, Fudge is really in trouble."

A Gryffindor said loudly:

"Isn't the point about the wolf howling in the Minister's office late at night? I'll bet ten knuckles that it was Umbridge practicing her fake laugh, which was so high-pitched it sounded like a wolf howl!

I met Umbridge with my family before, and her voice... well, thank goodness she wasn't a professor at Hogwarts."

These words were immediately agreed by several people who had seen Umbridge. Even a few Slytherins passing by could not help but twitch their lips, obviously they were also deeply impressed by Umbridge.

"Don't laugh, keep watching!" the boy with glasses urged.

"The Werewolf Registry has changed from Beast to Alien? This publication believes this is just a word game with a new name and the same substance!

The real goal is to elevate werewolves from dangerous animals to exploitable special talents! Is the next step to establish a werewolf commando battalion?

The so-called potion subsidy is nothing more than a bait to screen strong werewolves; the employment escort is even more of a cover. Aren’t those Full Moon-friendly posts, such as night security and potion raw material collection, a cover for the secret training of werewolves?

As for the safe Full Moon Zone? Insiders claim it's essentially a werewolf arena and obedience training ground!

The howling of wolves in the Scottish Highlands at night will no longer be the lament of loneliness, but a rallying cry! "