Chapter 817: Hogwarts Study Panel Chapter 352

Professor Marcus Marcus Maige noticed the note in his hand, and she smiled gently.

"Let's go, I'll go with you."

……

Until they left Hogwarts Castle, Sean remained in a state of confusion.

Professor Marcus Marcus Maige, however, seemed to be in a very good mood. She had a long list—the last time Sean had seen a list this long was when Hogwarts was preparing for Christmas activities—and she was checking it with slight nervousness, as if Christmas were just around the corner.

Because the professor kept adding to the list, Sean didn't want to disturb her.

So he silently set his doubts aside; after all, he had plenty of time to resolve them.

But what was more important now was that he needed to get to Privet Drive.

Before long, Harry would leave Privet Drive, or perhaps he wouldn't?

According to what Sean knew, Harry's relationship with his aunt and uncle had improved quite a bit.

But Sean was especially certain of one thing: at this critical juncture, Sirius, whom he had been waiting for for a long time, would arrive here.

Harry would at least run into Sirius once, right after his birthday.

As for when exactly Sirius had broken out of prison, and which day in July it was, Sean did not know.

Therefore, he needed to arrive at Privet Drive in advance to make some preparations so that he would know the moment Sirius arrived.

July was gradually coming to an end, and Harry, who was at Privet Drive, had recently been facing a special task.

After receiving help from his friends, he no longer had to endure living in the cupboard under the stairs.

He now slept in a spacious room, Uncle Vernon no longer grumpily looked for trouble with him, and Dudley was always incredulous and trembling whenever he saw him.

Aunt Petunia had been reticent for a long time, and at this moment, Harry was surprised to find that Aunt Petunia's attitude toward him was the only one that hadn't changed much.

She still loathed magic, but recently there was more complexity in her.

The way she looked at Harry was something Harry couldn't understand.

In the past, Harry only felt loathing in those eyes, but now there was more of an inexplicable meaning, which was something Harry couldn't figure out.

In the afternoon, Harry held the envelope in his hand, thinking about his task, and looked at them again.

【Dear Harry:

You don't know, Egypt is truly magical. Bill took us to see all the ancient tombs, and the magic that ancient Egyptian wizards cast on the tombs—you wouldn't believe it even if I told you.

Mom wouldn't let Jin Ni enter the last tomb. It was full of strange-looking skeletons, Muggles who had broken in without permission, and they had grown several heads or something.

I really can't believe Dad won the grand prize from the Daily Prophet.

Seven hundred Jin Jialong! Most of it was spent on this trip, but they are going to buy me some new clothes for school.】

Harry clearly remembered Luo En's old clothes.

【We will be back a week before school starts, and then go to London to buy my new clothes and our new textbooks.

Is there any hope of running into you there? I heard those Muggles aren't giving you a hard time anymore.

P. S.: Percy has become the Head Boy. He received the letter last week.】

Harry took another look at the photo. Percy, who was in the graduating class of his seventh year at Hogwarts, looked particularly ambitious. He wore a beautiful fez on his perfectly neat hair, the Head Boy badge was pinned to the hat, and his horn-rimmed glasses shone in the Egyptian sun.

He smiled slowly, then opened another letter:

【Dear Mr. Potter:

Please note that the new semester starts on September 1st.

The Hogwarts Express will depart from Platform 9 at King's Cross Station at eleven o'clock.

Third-year students are permitted to visit Hogsmeade Village on certain weekends.

Please have the attached permission form signed by your parents or other guardians. The book list for the next semester is attached.

—Your faithful Deputy Headmistress: Professor Marcus Marcus Maige】

He stared at the letter and carefully put it away.

This was his task.

He had to go to Hogsmeade.

But first, he had to complete Aunt Petunia's request.

"Harry, your birthday is coming up."

Aunt Petunia said this yesterday, with a sluggish look and an unnatural face.

Harry was very surprised; he thought his aunt hadn't remembered at all.

"Do you want to celebrate it? Call your friends."

Aunt Petunia said.

Harry immediately knew they wanted to see Mr. Finch-Fletchley and Mr. Green.

This was not hard to understand; they had gotten a big project from his friends!

The money earned was enough to replace this villa.

However, Harry hadn't known before that they would be willing to decorate a big room for himself after earning money.

At this moment, Harry always felt that something he had ignored, something covered by resentment, was surfacing.

"I... can I?"

Harry asked carefully.

"Of course."

Aunt Petunia lowered her head.

She had had this look more often this past year.

"That thing you mentioned last time... Hogsmeade..."

Aunt Petunia said.

"Do you agree?"

Harry was extremely nervous.

"I only have one request: Vernon's sister is coming, you cannot show your magic, and you must be respectful to her."

Aunt Petunia had always been a person who cared about appearances; she and Uncle Vernon valued appearances more than anything else.

Harry nodded.

"Of course... we will make her be polite to you too."

Aunt Petunia suddenly relaxed again.

This was something Harry hadn't expected.

When leaving the room, Aunt Petunia lingered at the door for a long time, and she suddenly delivered a voice through the crack in the door:

"That Hogsmeade... those people... those places... you yourself... you must be careful."

When Harry looked inexplicably at the crack in the door, Aunt Petunia had already gone downstairs with a "thump, thump, thump." ===== CHAPTER 818 =====