The Dursleys had an uncomfortable summer vacation.

Their weird nephew came back with a notorious and notorious "wanted criminal". Although Harry explained clearly from the beginning that Sirius was innocent, after several months of brainwashing, they still felt scared when they saw Sirius's handsome face.

The most important thing is that he is a wizard who can turn into a black dog anytime and anywhere.

The people of Great Britain do not like this creature.

Vernon and Sirius did not get along.

The two men who stand together look like father and son, but when they actually get along with each other, they also look like an extremely weak father and a rebellious son.

We have several fights every day.

Fenon disliked Sirius for not eating elegantly and speaking harshly. He had a great interest in home appliances and would secretly dismantle several of them every day without anyone noticing. He didn't have the ability to put them back together. In just one month, he replaced thirteen televisions, not to mention refrigerators and washing machines.

If Sirius hadn't always been able to pull out a wad of pounds, Vernon swore that he would have kicked the man out long ago.

Father and Sirius didn't get along well.

But his son and Sirius got along pretty well.

Sirius was not very friendly to Dudley at the beginning. He heard Hermione mention that Harry's life at his aunt's house before coming to Hogwarts was not good, and could almost be said to be abused. But as they got along, he found that Dudley was very enthusiastic towards Harry - although this enthusiasm was based on potions.

His ill will towards Dudley gradually waned.

After another exchange, they found that they had similar interests.

They were both a bit sloppy and loved to play pranks. Dudley also introduced Sirius to video games, but he was never able to persuade Harry.

In less than a week.

Every night when Sirius took Harry out for car racing or to watch underground bands in bars, he would always bring Dudley along. Vernon and Petunia had quarreled with Sirius about this more than once, and even when Sirius took out pounds he couldn't resolve the issue.

Dudley was laughing foolishly.

He actually likes this kind of life very much.

Which fourteen-year-old middle school student can have such a rich and lively nightlife as his? After school starts, he will show these things off to others, and maybe he can even break the record of his last date.

In addition to playing video games, Harry also enjoys this kind of life.

Especially motorcycles.

He really likes this means of transportation.

It is very fast and stable to ride, much more comfortable than riding a horse. The only drawback is that you cannot communicate with a motorcycle like a horse.

The only drawback.

Sirius always has a lot of wonderful ideas.

He would try to light a motorcycle with blue flames or turn the outer shell into a magical creature such as a dragon or a manticore.

He even wanted to try to take Harry and Dudley to fly off Big Ben, but it sounded too exciting. However, neither he nor Dudley could beat Harry, so the idea did not come true.

As Fenon waited, a month finally passed.

On the last night of the third week of July.

Dudley said goodbye to Sirius reluctantly.

Bye now.

The days of racing, dancing and beating people up late at night.

Petunia twisted Dudley's ear and dragged him back into the house. She had been patient for a month, but with Harry and Sirius as outsiders around, she couldn't afford to lose her temper. Now she didn't have to worry about that and she wanted to settle the score.

"How are we going to get back to Godric's Hollow?" Harry said expressionlessly, staring at the brand new wand in Sirius's hand. "To be honest, I don't really want to take the Knight Bus, and it's so late."

"Let this day end beautifully."

Sirius smiled mysteriously: "No, of course not the Knight Bus. I don't like that either."

“It’ll be something that’ll surprise you.”

Harry suddenly looked up and saw a faint magical fluctuation appear at the maximum distance he could perceive, flying towards him at a very fast speed.

Is it a large magical creature that can fly?

"What's wrong?" Sirius looked at Harry as he took out his wand and drew out the sword of Gryffindor, his face suddenly becoming serious, "Are there Death Eaters? Did Snotlout tell his evil accomplices to take revenge on us?"

"It's a magical creature, flying towards us. We should be its target." Harry shook his head. "From what I can sense, I have never encountered its kind."

Thanks to the unremitting efforts of Hagrid, Kettleburn and all the successive professors of Care of Magical Creatures, that small forbidden forest now has almost all the magical creatures from all over Europe, and even some from Africa and Asia.

Hogwarts has the best Care of Magical Creatures course in the world.

Harry had been in the Forbidden Forest for so long, and there were very few creatures he had not seen that could fly and possessed a strong magical fluctuation.

Sphinx, dragons...

But soon, Harry put down his wand, put the sword of Gryffindor back, and said in a surprised tone: "And Hagrid's magic, he rode on that creature, he got another dragon?"

"Again?" Sirius caught the word sharply.

Harry waved his hand and frowned: "When Hagrid got a dragon egg before, he knew to hide it. Isn't he afraid of being seen?"

"Maybe what Hagrid was riding wasn't a dragon." Sirius just remembered and quickly explained, "It was a means of transportation."

Harry was startled.

Sirius sighed as he recalled, "I made it a long time ago. I liked it very much, but after the accident, I gave it to Hagrid. I wrote to him a few days ago, and I want to borrow it today."

Harry's brows didn't relax.

The means of transportation that Sirius made...

I have a bad feeling.

Soon, the dark shadow appeared in Harry's eyes and then slowly fell in front of them.

Hagrid took off his goggles and put them in his pocket. "Harry, and Mr. Black, long time no see."

Sirius greeted him warmly.

Harry looked at the "mount" and found it surprisingly normal. It was just a flying motorcycle with a sidecar. The paint job was a bit old, a fresh light green.

"Did you make this before?" Harry walked around the motorcycle.

There is no exaggerated painting or modifications.

"Of course!" Sirius nodded proudly. "To do this, I studied Muggles for a long time. I mean, I studied ordinary people's motorcycles for a long time. I also asked Lily many questions before I made it."

“It’s not easy to make a motorcycle fly.”

Harry nodded, looking at Sirius's face that was begging for praise, expressionless: "But have you ever thought about how he will get back if you ask Hagrid to deliver the car?"

Sirius was stunned and looked at Hagrid blankly.

"Don't worry about me, Harry." Hagrid shook his head. "I'm just going to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink."

"From here to London, thirty-five miles." Harry gave a number.

Hagrid opened his mouth, a little surprised. It was so far? The last time he took Harry to London, the time was very short, it passed in the blink of an eye.

"The Tube's out of service." Harry saw what Hagrid was about to say and spoke before him.

Hagrid was confused: "Then maybe I can ride the bus?"

Harry sneered.

Hagrid put his head down. "Well, I don't want to ride on that thing."

"Harry, I was wrong." Sirius also covered his face. "I will think more carefully next time. Hagrid, I'm so sorry. I have to go home today. Come to Godric's Hollow in a few days and I'll treat you to a good meal."

Hagrid's face turned a little red and he waved his hands.

"Hagrid, take the Godfather to the Leaky Cauldron first, and then he will come to pick me up." Harry gave the solution.

It took nearly another hour.

Sirius finally used the motorcycle he had always dreamed of to carry Harry and fly up: "How about this car!"

Even though he would get a mouthful of wind as soon as he opened his mouth, he still couldn't help showing off.

"Of course it's great." Harry touched the motorcycle, "I want to get one too."

"I can teach you!" Sirius agreed immediately, "You are better than me at spells and transfiguration. It will be easy to do."

"Is there any difference between it and ordinary alchemical creations?" Harry did not agree immediately, but asked for details.

Sirius hesitated. He was the kind of person whose body remembered things before his brain. Besides, fourteen years had passed and he had almost forgotten how to make the motorcycle.

Harry saw his embarrassment and waved his hand: "Forget it, just pretend I never asked this question."

Sirius muttered, "I just can't remember it for the moment. Let me think about it carefully. Besides, I haven't studied alchemy, but it shouldn't make any difference. Lily taught me according to the standards of alchemy."

Harry didn't say anything. He sat in the sidecar, patting the motorcycle, thinking about something.

He had always wanted to get a mount.

But the creatures in the Forbidden Forest are difficult to tame, and Dumbledore's permission is required.

Moreover, the powerful ones can't fly, and the ones that can fly are not strong enough. However, the divine horses that can fly and are strong enough are too big to be suitable as mounts.

Now he figured it out.

Why do we have to get a living creature?

Why not a living motorcycle?

Gryffindor can extract his thoughts and integrate them into a hat, allowing him to make noises for a thousand years, so why not consider extracting his thoughts and integrating them into a motorcycle?

Or again.

It would be a good idea to copy the Sorting Hat's thinking and incorporate it into a motorcycle, right?

A talking, flying motorcycle.

You don’t have to worry about what kind of grass it eats or bother cleaning the stable. Just remember to be a qualified poop-shoveler every day.

"Harry, do you want to get one?" Sirius urged him, "Don't worry about the Ministry of Magic. Arthur is the director of the Office for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. You have a good relationship with him. Just talk to him and they won't investigate you."

Harry was stunned, a little surprised: "The Ministry of Magic is still in charge of these things?"

"You're not thinking about the Ministry of Magic?" Sirius was confused.

Harry nodded. "I didn't expect them to care about this kind of thing. I was just thinking about other things. Godfather, you're right. A flying motorcycle would be really cool."

"Of course!" Sirius puffed out his chest proudly again, "James wanted to get one, but Lily wouldn't allow it. I thought you would be more like your mother in this matter."

"What kind of motorcycle are you going to get?"

"Mine is a Victory brand. It was the newest model and the coolest one back then."

"I was surprised when I first saw it. It doesn't look like something you would make." Harry shook his head. The motorcycle looked too cute.

Sirius whistled: "I wasn't as cool as I am now."

Harry turned his head to look at him, and his godfather's face was full of smiles.

Fourteen years.

His brain hasn't grown much, but people will always "grow".

"I think the Triumph Speedmaster is pretty good," Harry began, running his mind through the motorcycle models he had seen at the dealership this month.

Sirius turned around and raised his fist: "You think it's pretty good too, don't you?"

"It's handsome! It's a wild mount that a grown man should have!"

"Especially you, Harry, it suits you so well!"