Hogwarts I have been guarding Azkaban for ten years

The breeze ruffled the neat hedges on both sides of Privet Drive, and the street was silent and spotless under the dark sky. At the end of the street was No. [-] Privet Drive, the residence of Uncle Browder's family.

This is a square house with two floors and a back garden. The house looks clean and tidy, and the emerald green lawn at the door is neatly trimmed.

Counting the time, it has been almost a year since I went home to visit my sister last Christmas. Although I usually write letters to communicate with my sister, the letters are far less than the emotional sustenance of my arrival.

I don’t know if my sister will feel sad because she misses him, and maybe she will cry and wet the pillow one night.

Full of guilt, Browder pushed open the room in his uncle's house and walked in.

"Woohoo! I made it!"

An excited voice came from the living room, and it was the voice of my sister Sharon, who sounded very happy.

Browder quietly walked behind the sofa, hoping to give Sharon a big surprise and scare her at the same time.

Sharon was sitting on the sofa, with her back to Browder, and was playing with a cute and beautiful doll in her hand. This doll looked very classic. The joints of the body were exaggerated and obvious. If you look closely, you can see that there is a kind of A different kind of beauty.

"what!"

Browder's shouting frightened Sharon slightly, and she almost couldn't hold the doll in her hand and fell to the ground.

"What..." Sharon turned back angrily. She was about to teach this guy a lesson for scaring children, but when she turned around, she found that it was her brother. She immediately put on a happy smile: "Guo Guo. You Why are you back!"

"Miss you, come back to see you."

Browder told a white lie and took out many chocolate frogs and a large bag of strange-flavored beans from the extended suitcase. Sharon cheered, collected all the snacks, and then began to slowly count them one by one.

Seeing Sharon counting her treasures seriously, Browder shook his head helplessly. This little baby is really a money addict!

I don’t know who he looks like!

"Browder! Why didn't you say anything when you came back?"

While talking, uncle and aunt came downstairs. Today is a day off, and neither of them went to work.

"I came here on a temporary vacation. I only have a few days off."

"I heard from people at the Ministry of Magic that you went on a mission with people from the Ministry of Magic last time and did a great job?" The uncle sat down and chatted with Browder.

Browder's uncle is a wizard, but his aunt is an ordinary Muggle, so his uncle knows many people in the magical world and has some knowledge of Browder's previous great achievements.

Although it has been almost half a year since this incident, not many people are discussing it anymore, but as a relative, my uncle will certainly remember any good deeds Browder did.

"No, I'm just a helper." Browder said modestly.

Auntie was a little helpless. She had no interest in the topic of the wizarding world at all, so she took little Sharon to the kitchen to cook together.

"You did a good job, your father will be proud of you." When the uncle saw that the women were gone, he boldly took out a cigar. This was Browder's birthday gift to him. It was very expensive, uncle. I only smoke it when I'm having fun and showing off.

"But you have to be careful." The uncle took a puff and slowly exhaled the smoke, "Don't rush forward when things happen. Don't think like your father. He was a warrior and a hero, but what did he get from you? "

Browder said nothing and listened quietly to his uncle's chatter.

His father in this body was unfortunately killed during the battle against Voldemort. Not only did he and his sister lose their father, but the man in front of him also lost his brother.

"Leaving you three to take care of me, he feels relieved. He still has decades of life to enjoy. He has never smoked such a good cigar."

Browder said softly: "Maybe this is the life he wants. There are always people who are willing to burn more intensely, although the burning time will be shorter than others."

The uncle was stunned for a moment and shook his head helplessly: "That's all I can think about. I hope he has no regrets in his life."

Browder thought for a while and decided to tell his uncle about the werewolf, at least to make his uncle mentally prepared.

"I got news that the werewolf tribe seems to be making big moves recently and seems to be going to war with the Ministry of Magic."

The uncle didn't take it seriously: "What does it have to do with us? Let them make trouble. The prejudice in people's hearts is a big mountain. Dark creatures like werewolves cannot be recognized by wizards anyway."

"But I have imprisoned Fenrir, the leader of the werewolf tribe. If I go alone, they will attack you."

"What?!" The uncle was startled, but quickly returned to normal, "Good boy! So the big shot you said you captured is the leader of the werewolves!"

"Yes, I came back specifically this time to deal with this matter. Before the werewolf rebellion is put down, you and your aunt should take good care of Sharon and don't let her run around alone."

"That's a werewolf, can you handle it?" Uncle was very worried about Browder. Werewolves are indeed notorious creatures, and even a salty fish like uncle has heard of their evil reputation for a long time.

"Don't worry, besides me, I will also work with people from the Ministry of Magic. They have some kind of werewolf capture unit, or they specialize in capturing werewolves." Browder comforted.

"People from the Ministry of Magic should be reliable. You should be careful at all times." Uncle warned.

"Okay, two handsome guys, it's time for us to have dinner."

The two were chatting happily. Auntie had already prepared the meal, so Browder and his uncle went to the table together.

"Don't talk to me about your monsters and wizards while eating. This is my time." Auntie reminded me.

Because uncle and Browder are both wizards, although aunt is relatively familiar with the wizarding world, she always feels excluded when they talk about some vocabulary exclusive to the wizarding world.

Because of this, during aunt's lunch and dinner time, everyone was forbidden to talk about magic-related things, and the world seemed to have turned into that peaceful Muggle world.

This is respect for the aunt, and it is also the basis for the husband and wife to get along with each other for a long time. Both of them respect each other enough.

During dinner, Browder kept praising his aunt for her superb cooking skills and ate all the food on the plate, which made her very happy.

In this way, the family spent the dinner in a pleasant atmosphere.