Sirius did not tell Harry and Ron why Professor Blaine set up such a boring Muggle physical education class, but his view was very clear, that is to encourage Harry to persevere. As for Ron, he has lost his qualifications, so, There is no talk of perseverance.
Ron seemed a little unhappy. Obviously, he wanted to get some evidence from Sirius to prove that his giving up was wise, but the result was exactly the opposite.
The atmosphere was a little tense for a while, but it wasn't until Sirius told them about the Quidditch World Cup that would be held this summer that Ron became happy.
"You can't imagine the spectacle of the World Cup, Harry -"
Ron said excitedly,
"It's hard to get a ticket, but dad's place will usually give you a ticket. How about Harry, come over in advance and let's go see it together."
Of course Harry knew about the Quidditch World Cup. He had seen descriptions from many Quidditch-related materials, but he really didn't understand that this year's World Cup would actually be held in the UK. The unpleasant topic related to Professor Blaine was immediately put aside. Harry looked at Sirius excitedly, and the answer given by the smiling Sirius made Harry's hair stand on end with excitement.
"My plan is that after the summer vacation begins, I will go and talk to your aunt and uncle first. We will first take your luggage out of the homes of the two Muggles and put it at No. 12 Grimmauld Place. The old house of the Black family, you can live there with me in the future, I mean, if you are willing."
"You have your own house!"
Harry said excitedly,
"You mean, I can leave the Dursleys and live with you?"
"Well" Sirius obviously misunderstood what Harry meant, his face became unnatural, "Of course, you have lived in a Muggle home for twelve years, maybe you are more accustomed to it."
"Are you confused?" Harry immediately interrupted Sirius, his voice hoarse, "Of course I am willing to leave the Dursleys. If Professor McGonagall allows me, I can take two days off to go back to the Dursleys." Is it possible to move things?"
"oh!"
Sirius's face broke into a smile again,
"There's no need to be so anxious. I have to tell Amosta about this plan in advance. Ahem, because of some things, the ownership of that house now belongs to him. Of course, I have the right to use it, and Amosta must also I wouldn’t mind if you moved in, okay, let’s get back to the topic—”
Sirius pursed his lips and said in a light voice,
"After taking you out of your Muggle home, I think Ron's suggestion is good. You can stay with him for a while first-"
Of course Harry would not be unwilling to go to the Burrow for help. Ron's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, had always been very friendly to him. They almost regarded him as another son. However, what he was curious about was that since Sirius regarded him as After he was picked up, why send him to the Burrow?
"--I promised Amosta before that I would go out with him to do errands. This will take about two to three weeks. After that, I will pick you up at the Burrow and watch the World Cup together."
For Harry, this was like a dream. The dream of more than ten years, the desire to leave the Dursleys, was finally coming true this summer. He had never been so eager for the arrival of summer vacation.
Sirius's plan is not over yet;
"for the rest of the time."
When he crossed the sign at the entrance to Hogsmeade, Sirius hesitated.
"After the World Cup, it depends on the situation. Harry, we have no way of knowing how long this Quidditch, Bulgaria and Ireland match will last."
Harry didn't quite understand. He was the Seeker of Gryffindor and had played many games in Hogwarts. The longest game never lasted more than half a day.
"The last time Luxembourg and Uganda played for five days," Ron explained to Harry, "the longest record in history was one month!"
"Wow!" Harry's green eyes were shining, and he shouted excitedly, "I really hope it will be like this this time!"
"A game that lasts for a month is definitely a nightmare for the Ministry of Magic," Sirius chuckled. He glanced at Harry who couldn't contain his excitement. In a trance, he seemed to see James. The two of them discussed Quidditch. The way he looked excitedly when he was there was exactly the same.
"--After that" Sirius' voice became softer,
"If time permits, I hope you can go to Godric's Hollow with me. You have been living with those Muggles. I assume you haven't been there yet?"
Godric's Hollow?
The smile on Harry's face immediately froze, and his heart seemed to have been hit hard by a Bludger.
Godric's Hollow was the place where he was born and where his parents were killed. After so many years in the wizarding world, Harry would not be able to figure this out. But it was strange that it had never occurred to him before. It was as if he was instinctively avoiding the thought of returning to Godric's Hollow.
But after Sirius mentioned this place, Harry suddenly felt a desire that was even stronger than moving away from the Dursleys and going to the Quidditch World Cup.
"Sirius, can we."
"Oh, we're here--"
Before Harry could finish his hesitant words, Sirius suddenly said in a slightly emotional voice, "The Three Broomsticks, I haven't been here for how many years!"
The Three Broomsticks Pub - one of the favorite shops for little wizards in Hogsmeade village.
The owner of the bar is Mrs. Rosmerta, who is over thirty but still graceful. Many young wizards would not mind paying more attention to the lady boss when they come here, including Ron.
Today, the Broom and Broom Bar is as crowded, noisy, and smoky as usual. Lady Rosmerta was too busy to notice Sirius Black's arrival.
Ron's expression returned to his earlier unnatural look, because at a glance he saw Hermione and Ginny sitting where they had eavesdropped on the Minister of Magic's chat last time.
The two little girls by the window looked solemn, but looked like they were peeping out their heads. Harry and Ron looked at each other, wondering what they were doing, and it wasn't until the three of them walked to that seat that they saw a shelf full of wine bottles. Behind the shelf, Professor Blaine and Percy were talking about something, as well as Percy's girlfriend, Penello Crevat of Ravenclaw.
"Are you eavesdropping on Amosta's chat?"
Sirius laughed.
"Shh!"
Hermione immediately put her index finger between her lips, and when she noticed who was speaking, she immediately blushed, "Oh, sorry, Professor Black. We don't - um, I mean, um, Professor Brain hasn't noticed us yet-"
"We're not in class now, Hermione, just call me Sirius—"
The three of them found stools and sat down on their own. Hermione still had a bad attitude toward Harry and Ron, but at least she wasn't as cold as she was in the morning. Perhaps, something else had distracted her attention.
"So, what did you hear?"
Would a wizard like Amosta be overheard by two underage witches? Unless, he didn't care at all about the content of the chat being eavesdropped.
Harry had interacted with Percy a lot, but he had not had much contact with his girlfriend. The Weasley brothers and sisters always liked to make fun of Percy's girlfriend, so Percy was not very happy to let this Raven Crow's girlfriend, a recent graduate, became close to them.
"What's wrong with her nose?"
To be honest, in Harry's opinion, Percy's girlfriend looks pretty good, not as bad as Fred and George sometimes tease her. Her hairstyle is very similar to that of Cho Chang's friend, but the two Individual hair colors vary.
In the bustling bar, Penelo looked depressed. She lowered her head and tried her best to cover the side of her face with her hair spread out, but Harry still discovered Penelo's nose through the slits of her hair. Wearing a piece of white gauze.
"I told you--"
Ginny shrugged, looking indifferent.
"Percy was sad for several days when she fell asleep in Snape's class and hurt her nose due to the spilled potion. Fred said it was actually good, as it could cover the bruise on her nose. Freckles”
(End of chapter)
