HP Magic Biography

Tell me, how is Lucius Malfoy these days? I hope he's happy that his pup is studying at Hogwarts, no?

Speaking of dogs, Snape said softly, did you know that the last time Lucius Malfoy recognized you when you were out for a walk? Be smart, Blake, and get yourself at a safe station. Saw on the platform. Give you a cast-iron window to get out of your hiding hole later, shouldn't you be in, oh, I remember, Norway, with those bats?

Sirius raised his wand. No! Harry yelled, jumping across the table, trying to get between them.

Sirius, don't! Fan Lin shouted, knowing that there would be problems when the two of them were together.

Are you calling me a coward? Sirius growled, trying to push Harry away, but Harry wouldn't move.

Why, yes, I think I am, said Snape. Harry - get - out - out of - here! Sirius bellowed frantically, pushing him aside with his other hand.

Get aside for me. Snape said, pushing Fan Lin aside without hesitation, I need to give this mad dog some guidance...

The kitchen door opened, and in came the whole Weasley family, plus Hermione, all of them looking very happy, and Mrs. Mr. Weasley walked proudly together.

Cure! Weasley announced loudly from the kitchen. Completely healed!

Then he, like all the Weasleys, was stunned at the beginning, staring blankly at the scene ahead of them, and the action was suspended in the middle, with Sirius and Snape looking at the door while their wands exchanged Pointing at each other's faces, Fan Lin and Harry stood in the middle, trying to prevent them from attacking each other.

Merlin's beard, Mr. Weasley sighed, the smile fading from his face, what are you doing here?

Both Sirius and Snape lowered their wands. Fan Lincong looked at one, then at the other. Everyone looked extremely contemptuous of each other, and still couldn't imagine the feeling of so many witnesses pouring in from the entrance in one breath.

Snape put away his wand, turned and walked across the kitchen, leaving without saying a word to Weasley.

At the door, he looked back.

Six o'clock, Monday evening, Potter. So he went.

Sirius glared behind him, his wand at his side.

What's going on here? asked Mr. Weasley again.

It's nothing, Arthur, said Sirius, panting as if he'd just run a long distance. Just a friendly chat between two old friends from school. He smiled as it looked like a huge effort.

So, you're cured? That's great news, really great.

Yes, isn't it? said Mrs. Weasley, leading her husband towards a chair. Witch doctor Stephen finally used his magic to create an antidote to the bat's fangs

And Arthur studied Muggle medicine too, didn't he, dear? added Mrs. Weasley, looking a little displeased.

Yes, Molly, dear, said Mr. Weasley meekly.

Glad to see you back, Mr Weasley.

It was a jolly dinner, and the joy of Mr. Weasley's return enveloped them all.

Harry could tell Sirius was trying to do it, but when his godfather wasn't paying attention, laughing at Fred and George's jokes or offering everyone more food, his face showed out of depression,

pensive face.

Harry, already artificially separated by Mundungus and Mad-Eye, celebrated Mr. Weasley.

He wanted to talk to Sirius, tell him not to listen to what Snape said, Snape was provoking him on purpose, others didn't think Sirius who was left in the old house by Dumbledore was a cowardly person.

But he hadn't had the chance to do so, and, watching the hideous look on Sirius' face, Harry sometimes wondered if he'd ever had the chance to bring it up.

Instead, in a small voice, he told Ron and Hermione that he had to attend Snape's Occlumency class.

Dumbledore wishes you would stop having those dreams about Voldemort, said Hermione immediately.

Well, you're not going to be sad about losing those dreams, are you?

Extra lessons with Snape? said Ron, in a tone of shock. I'd rather have nightmares!

The next day they returned to Hogwarts on the Knight Bus, again escorted by Tonks and Lupine, and when Harry, Ron, Valin and Hermione came down the next morning, They both had breakfast in the kitchen.

The adults were talking in low tones when Harry opened the door; they all looked flustered and quickly fell silent.

After a hasty breakfast, they all put on jackets and scarves for the cold, gray January morning.

It gave Harry an unpleasant feeling; he didn't want to say goodbye to Sirius. He had a bad feeling about it; he didn't know. The next time they saw each other, he felt it was his duty to stop Sirius from doing something stupid - and Harry worried that Snape's accusations of his cowardice had stung Sirius so badly that it might lead him to plan foolishly. Do some excursions outside the old house.

In fact, this is not allowed. Sirius now receives no less attention than Fan Lin and the others. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Sirius is definitely on Dumbledore's side, and naturally he has received a lot of attention from the Ministry of Magic.

To make matters worse, Sirius had resigned from the Ministry of Magic. With Fudge's attitude, they would absolutely stare at Sirius, which would make them feel rewarded.

However, before Harry could think of what to say, Sirius was at his side, waving to him.

I want you to take this, Sirius said quietly, slipping Harry a roughly wrapped bundle, presumably a paperback book. What's that? Harry asked.

A way for me to understand how Snape is making you miserable, no, don't open it here! said Sirius, looking warily at Mrs. Weasley, who was trying to persuade the twins to wear hand-knitted gloves.

I don't think Molly would agree - but I hope you can use him when you need me, okay?

Okay, said Harry, putting the pack in the inside pocket of his jacket, but knowing that whatever it was, he wasn't going to use it. It wouldn't be him, Harry, who would lure Sirius out of safety, no matter how mean-spirited Snape was with him in the upcoming Occlumency class.

Let's go, then, said Sirius, clapping Harry on the shoulder, smiling horribly, and before Harry could say anything else, they reached the second floor and stopped in front of the locked door, Surrounded by Weasleys.

Goodbye, Harry, take care, said Mrs. Weasley, hugging him.

Goodbye, Harry, and keep an eye out for those... said Mr. Weasley kindly, shaking his hand.

Okay—yes, said Harry distractedly; it was his last chance to tell Sirius to be careful; he turned his head, looked into his godfather's face, and opened his mouth to say, but before he Before this could be done, Sirius spoke to him briefly, hugged him with one hand, and said, Take care of yourself, Harry.

At that moment Harry found himself fleeing out into the cold winter air, walking down the steps with Tonks annoyed.

Help me take care of him, Fan Lin. Sirius said earnestly.

Yes. Fan Lin said, However, please pay more attention...

Fan Lin looked at Hermione who had just walked out the door, I mean, let Kreacher stay in this house honestly, I think he should be hiding somewhere incognito, but please don't hurt him.

Kreacher? Sirius asked in surprise.

That's right! Fan Lin nodded, turned and left without saying anything.

The door to Number Twelve slammed shut behind them. They followed Lupine down the front steps. When he reached the sidewalk, he flipped through his notes and looked around. On either side of its elongation, Twelve was shrinking rapidly, out of sight. In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Going back to school, this is really a long-lost thing, I hope Umbridge will change. Fan Lin said pretending to be relaxed, but judging from this posture, the day of leaving Hogwarts should not be too far away .

Come on, the sooner we get on the bus the better, said Tonks, and Van Lin saw her glancing around the square, obviously nervous about Mr. Weasley.

Lupine held out his right arm. Bang... a strong blast of exhaust, and the Triple Decorator bus emerges out of the thin air ahead, narrowly avoiding hitting the nearest lamppost, and jumping back down the road. A thin, knobby, jug-eared young man emerged from a mist of confusion, stepped out to the sidewalk, and said, Welcome to the—

Yes, yes, we know, thank you, said Tonks quickly.

Go up, go up, get in— She pushed Harry up the steps, past the conductors, and someone with glasses watched him as he passed.

Well—it's a lot—!

If you say his name, I'll curse you until you forget it, Tonks muttered menacingly, now that Ginny and Hermione separated.

I always wish the holidays were longer, said Ron somewhat gloomily, joining Harry in the car, looking around.

It was evening when Van Lin traveled for the last time in the Knight Bus, its three decks filled with brass bedsteads.

Now, in the wee hours of the morning, there is a haphazard array of chairs next to the windows. When the bus stopped suddenly beside the old house, the chairs by the window suddenly fell down. Some witches and wizards still stood moaning, and some people's shopping bags slid by the side of the car: poured out an unpleasant mixture of frog eggs, cockroaches and custard cream, which spread all over the place.

Looks like we'll have to part, Tonks said lightly, looking around at the empty chair. Fred, George and Ginny, if you sit in the back seats. Lupine can stay with you.

She, Harry, Ron, Valin, and Hermione walked up to the upper compartment, where there were two empty seats at the front and two at the back of the bus.

Stan, the conductor, eagerly followed Harry and Ron to the rear of the car. Everyone turned their heads as Harry passed, and when he sat down, he saw all the faces look back again.

After Van Lin and Hermione each handed Stan eleven copper Knuts, the bus set off again.

As usual, the Knight Bus shook violently, which is definitely the way old drivers drive.

It rumbled around the old house, leaving the pavement with a loud bang, and then, with another loud thud, he rushed again; Ron's chair tipped over to the right, and Piglet fell on his lap He rushed out of his cage, chirping and flying to the front of the car, landing on Hermione's shoulder.

Fighting to avoid falling over the candle holder, Harry looked out the window: the car sped along a motorway.

Just out of Birmingham, Stan said cheerfully, answering Harry's unspoken question as Ron struggled to get up from the floor.

You're keeping up, Harry? I've seen your name in the papers all summer, but it's not good. I said to Ella, and I said, when I saw him, he wasn't like a fool, just It's just to show off, isn't it?

He took their tickets and continued to stare at him, bewilderedly looking at Harry.

Apparently Stan doesn't care how crazy some people are, no matter how famous they are in the papers, and the Knight Bus shakes violently and overtakes a car.

Looking towards the front of the bus, Harry saw Van Lin carefully hugging Hermione, while Piggy was wagging happily on Hermione's shoulder.

Bang - the chair fell backwards again as the Knight Bus turned from Birmingham's motorway onto a quiet country road with many treacherous coves.

The hedgerows on either side of the road receded. From here they came to a busy high street in the middle of town, then onto a road surrounded by high mountains, then onto a windswept road, each time with another loud thud.

I've changed my mind, muttered Ron, rising from the floor for the sixth time. I'm never going to fly in this thing again.

Listen, after this is the Hogwarts stop, Stan said loudly, waving at them.

A domineering woman in the front got on the bus, and he gave us a little tip to go to the front of the line. We let Mrs. Martha get off the bus first, though— There was a disgusting voice below, and then flew over There was a horrible noise, —she doesn't think she's the best.

A few minutes later, the Knight Bus screeched to a stop outside a tavern, struggling to keep it from colliding. They can hear Stan leading the unfortunate Mrs. Martha out of the bus, complaining reassuringly to the passengers behind him on the second floor.

The car started up again, accelerating until - bang - they were driving through snowy Hogsmeade. Harry caught a glimpse of the Hog's Head pub just off the street, a hideous hog's head sign creaking in the cold wind. Little snowflakes fell on the front window of the car.

Eventually they stopped at the gates of Hogwarts.