Hogwarts Shippuden Chapter 315

Standing on the streets of Privet Drive, Harry scratched his hair helplessly.

He had had enough of the Vernons.

But there was no way. After each semester, he had to go back to 4 Privet Drive to live with the Vernons for a while.

This is what Dumbledore asked him to do.

According to Dumbledore, his mother Lily left a rather powerful ancient magic on him to protect him on the night Voldemort attacked their family.

This magic has certain limitations. Before Harry became an adult, he had to return to his relatives for a period of time every year to allow this magic to continue.

Although Harry was reluctant to admit it, Aunt Petunia was indeed his only blood relative in the world.

Fortunately, now that he has lived at the Dursley's for enough time, he can finally escape from this place that can only be called a shelter.

Standing on the street, Harry raised his holly wand.

In less than five seconds, a purple-painted three-story bus burst through the air, and the strong wind brought by the car almost blew Harry backwards for two and a half weeks before landing on the ground.

"Welcome to the Cavaliers Bus..." The conductor Stan Thorpark is still the same opening line, and he has not changed it since Kyle's first grade.

Harry ignored the chattering Thornpark, counted eleven silver coins from his pocket and patted them in his hand.

"Grimmauld Place." After speaking, Harry ran to the car and found a place to lie down.

Things like running away from home are familiar once and twice.

Moments later, the Knight Bus stopped in a messy, barren meadow in the middle of a small square.

Harry was carrying his large suitcase with Hedwig's birdcage hanging over it, but the cage was empty.

Immediately after leaving the Vernons, Harry set Hedwig free.

The owls kept by the wizards are all quite intelligent. Hedwig herself recognizes the road to Grimmauld Place, and it will fly over by itself in ten minutes, so Harry doesn't need to worry about it.

Stepping out of the grass, across the road from the sidewalk, Harry came to a run-down house.

Not paying any attention to the smell of rotting **** emanating from the bulging **** pockets in front of the dilapidated gate, Harry stood between the two doors, thinking of the location of No. 12 Grimmauld Place in his heart.

Soon, a tattered door appeared out of thin air between No. 11 and No. 13.

Immediately afterwards, the dirty walls and gloomy windows also appeared, and it looked like an extra house suddenly swelled up, squeezing things out on both sides.

The house rumbled, but the Muggles in the next two houses didn't seem to feel anything.

Walking up the tattered stone steps, Harry walked to a somewhat old door, the black paint on the door had peeled off, and it was covered with scratches from left to right. The silver door knocker is in the shape of a coiled serpent.

After poking the door with his wand, the door creaked open.

Before Harry could enter, he heard hurried footsteps in the hallway, and his godfather, Sirius Black, came out of a door at the other end of the hall.

"Harry!" The voice of the old father Sirius revealed a strong surprise, and he quickly stepped forward and took the large suitcase in Harry's hand.

After leaving the suitcase to Kreacher, the house-elf at home, Sirius looked at Harry carefully, "Looks like you didn't have a good time at Vernon's, you look thinner than when you were at Hogwarts. Some."

Harry sighed helplessly, the Vernon family didn't want to see him, it would be nice to be able to feed him, and there is no such thing as wanting to be as rich as Hogwarts.

Father and son haven't seen each other for quite a long time, and they finally reunited.

When it was getting dark, Harry remembered that he originally planned to write letters to his friends after he came to Black's old house, inviting them to visit Black's old house.

Immediately after dinner, Harry stumbled up the stairs and returned to his room in Black's old house.

Sitting in front of the desk, Harry bit the pen a bit tangled. How to express his letter to Zhang Qiu so that he could be more euphemistic and let Zhang Qiu see his heart?

Cough, friends are all fake. In fact, Harry just wanted to invite Zhang Qiu to come to Black's old house by himself.

It would be even better if something could happen between the two, for example, a spark of love.

However, his relationship with Zhang Qiu is not very close. If he only invites Zhang Qiu, then his goal is too obvious.

After thinking about it for a long time, Harry's anxious literary talent couldn't make him write the letter, and he could only stumblingly write a paragraph that Harry himself felt embarrassed to read.

Written on the parchment, it is almost like this level of earthy love words——

"Bao, I went for an infusion today. What kind of fluid did I infuse? I miss your night."

In the end, Harry bravely put the parchment into the envelope and asked Hedwig to send it to Zhang Qiu.

I don't know what Zhang Qiu's reaction will be when she sees it. Maybe her kitchen doesn't have to worry about running out of cooking oil in the future.

After writing the letter to Zhang Qiu, Harry switched to writing to his other friends. This time the content of the letter was much more normal, but Harry had a hard time deciding who to invite.

Kyle, who is kind to Sirius, must be invited, followed by Harry's good friend Ron.

If Kyle is invited, then Hermione can also be invited.

Just... do you want to invite Draco?

Although Gryffindor and Slytherin are mortal enemies~www.mtlnovel.com~, this does not affect the relationship between Harry and Draco. He and Draco get along fairly well and happily.

It's just that every time Ron and Draco bumped into each other, they would always tear at each other, which often made Harry a man.

Aside from the fraught relationship between Draco and Ron, Draco's identity as a Slytherin student also made Harry in trouble.

His godfather was a typical Gryffindor, and Harry had also heard part of the love-hate relationship between the Marauders and Snape from Kyle.

So Harry was very uneasy, what would Sirius think of Draco, who was born in Slytherin?

If Draco was invited as a guest, would his godfather not give Draco a good look?

In that case, he and Draco would both be embarrassed.

But if he didn't invite Draco, would Draco think he was deliberately alienating him?

By then Harry might have lost Draco as a friend.

Harry is not a courtesan who has friends all over the three colleges like the twin brothers, and every friend is precious to him.

It's not an invitation, and it's not even an invitation.

Forget it, just die.

Harry finally bit the bullet and sent a letter to Draco, inviting him to visit Blake's old house.

When Hedwig, the tool bird running back and forth, took the last letter away, Harry collapsed on the chair and let out a long breath.

Writing a few invitations was more tiring than finishing an ace-fight with Hufflepuffs.

Chapter end

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