The vertical pupil looked into its eyes.

Those cold and merciless, predator-like eyes made Regnark shrink his neck subconsciously.

Hawke lowered his voice and said, "Ragnark, calm down. Even if Mr. Potter shows mercy and returns the Sword of Gryffindor to you, the Ministry of Magic will never let you get it."

Ragnak was clean and free of shackles.

"It belongs to the goblins." Ragnak gritted his teeth and continued with difficulty but firmly, "The Ministry of Magic knows it, and humans should know it too."

"Give it back to me..."

Harry interrupted him, his tone heavy: "But the era of goblins is over."

Regnark was startled.

Harry raised his hand and pointed it downwards. "Look carefully. There are four people and two goblins in this room, but no one is on your side."

Hawke held his head high: "Hawke will serve the wizard faithfully!"

The two little wizards from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw immediately trotted behind Harry, glanced at Sirius, and hesitated before taking out their wands.

Ragnak looked at them blankly, his eyes darting from one place to another until they finally rested on Harry.

"You can't succeed, Ragnac," Harry went on. "Be a good blacksmith and wait for business. The replicas of the Sword of Gryffindor you make every year will be enough for you to live a life many times better than living underground."

Regnark said nothing, his eyes became weak, he picked up his hammer lostly, hit the iron block a few times, remembered something, picked up the clamp, put the hammer into the furnace, waited until the wooden handle began to burn, then hurriedly clamped the hammer out.

"I'm worried about my armor in this state." Harry looked at it and then at Hawke.

Hawke patted his chest and said, "Mr. Potter, don't worry, I will supervise him and will not let your materials suffer any loss."

"There's one more thing." Harry half squatted down, "I think we need to discuss the issue of the replica of the Sword of Gryffindor."

Hawke was stunned.

"That sword is mine now," Harry said quietly. "I can let you forge a replica, but I can't get nothing for nothing."

Hawke looked a little embarrassed: "Mr. Potter, of course, your request is natural, but..."

He lowered his voice, looked at Ragnak, then glanced at the two young wizards, waved at Harry, and took them to the small room next door.

"The profits from those imitations don't all go to the Ministry of Magic." Hawke continued, not wanting to hear anyone else's words. "Half of it is used to house the goblins."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"It's not like Ragnak has no supporters." Hawke sighed, "There are still many old stubborn people alive, and they are all Ragnak's supporters."

"The Ministry of Magic gave them too much, so they didn't cause any trouble." Hawke nodded with difficulty, "But don't worry, Mr. Potter. They are already very old. Ragnak is almost the youngest among them, and the new generation of goblins are all happy to be friends with wizards."

As he spoke, the proud look on his face returned again.

Obviously, the "new generation of goblins" it mentioned is the one represented by him.

"If I want to get my share of the benefits, I have to discuss it with the Ministry of Magic and the goblins?" Harry said expressionlessly. He didn't care about Hawke's attitude.

Hawke nodded cautiously, a look of shame on his face.

"Leave it to me." Sirius agreed readily, "You have never dealt with the Ministry of Magic and goblins, but I have plenty of experience."

"Promise me one thing." Harry turned to look at his godfather with a serious expression.

Sirius's expression also turned serious: "Trust me, I will fight for you..."

"Don't fight," Harry interrupted him, speaking seriously.

Sirius's expression gradually froze, and there was surprise in his eyes.

"Even if a fight breaks out, don't be too harsh. At most, use a Stunning Spell or Transfiguration to tie them up." Harry thought about it, gave one more warning, and lowered the standard a little. He trusted Sirius' temper.

Sirius muttered: "What image do you have of me? I'm just going to discuss business, not to fight."

"I know." Harry nodded and walked out with Sirius. "I would feel more at ease if you were going to fight. If Uncle Remus is not busy, take him with you."

They left the blacksmith shop and headed to Professor Flitwick's house.

The courtyard door was open. Flitwick poked his head out of the house when he heard footsteps. "I knew it was you, Harry. I thought you would come earlier."

"I went to the blacksmith's shop to repair my armor." Harry replied, "Professor, my godfather should have told you that he also needs to relearn."

Flitwick sighed, "Mr. Black deserves it. I've seen Professor Snape beat... I mean, I've seen Mr. Black duel with Professor Snape, and he wasn't even as good as you when you just graduated."

Sirius gritted his teeth. Being beaten badly by Snape was the most painful thing for him.

Summer extra tuition classes are open again.

Professor Flitwick unexpectedly discovered that with one more person around, he felt a lot more relaxed.

Sirius's basics had deteriorated a lot, and Harry had made great progress this year. He had to spend more time on Sirius every day, but this godfather was not as hardworking as his godson. In many aspects, he held a perfunctory attitude of "it's okay as it is".

If Harry hadn't urged him, Sirius would have given up long ago.

In the following week.

Day after day passed.

Sirius was trained by Flitwick, and Harry practiced on his own beside him, occasionally sitting aside and looking through the books on Animagus that he had found in the Potter's old house.

Lupin also took some time to take Sirius to the Ministry of Magic.

It turned out that Harry's advice was very useful.

If Lupin hadn't held him back, Sirius could have really fought the Ministry of Magic and the goblins. A blasting spell would have directly blown the table in the conference room to ashes, which even the repairing spell couldn't fix. But the final result was good.

The Ministry of Magic took out 30% of the profits, and the goblins took out 10% from their pitiful 25% profits, making up 40% for Harry.

Fudge admired Harry.

His approval ratings have been rising recently, almost catching up with the numbers when he took office.

Even when Sirius blew up the table, he wasn't very angry.

Dinner that day.

When Sirius once again boasted about how wise and powerful he was, and how he "convinced" the Ministry of Magic and the goblins with just a few words.

Lupin nodded helplessly, agreeing with him.

Harry spoke up, interrupting him, "Godfather, how about we start our Animagus training tonight?"

"Tonight?" Sirius was stunned. "Let's wait until tomorrow morning."

"There will be training with Professor Flitwick tomorrow during the day," Harry said, rejecting him.

"Practice Animagus and continue to take classes with Professor Flitwick?" Sirius frowned.

Harry said, "I may not need it, but you do, Godfather."

"Do you remember the professor's evaluation of you?"

Sirius' face fell.

On the first day of training, Professor Flitwick gave his evaluation - even last year's Harry was not as good as him.

Although it is true that a godfather is not as good as his children, he still feels uncomfortable when he says it so bluntly.

"Then let's start tonight." Sirius agreed reluctantly.

Wait until after dinner.

Harry waved his wand and moved the table away, leaving a spacious living room.

"You've read a lot of books, so I won't introduce what Animagus is." Sirius raised his wand with a serious expression.

Harry nodded.

"Although it looks difficult, it's actually very simple. As long as you're lucky enough, you can usually succeed." Sirius went on, "Gryffindor is fearless. Even a dirty guy like Peter can do it. There's no reason why you can't, Harry."

"How did you practice?" Harry asked.

Sirius looked confused: "Practice, what practice?"

Harry looked blankly at Lupin.

But don't say that the three of them started the Animagus ritual directly without any practice.

Lupin shook his head helplessly, "They didn't practice it at first. James brought the book from home, the one you're reading, Harry. They started doing the ritual in their third year, but they weren't very lucky. They didn't complete it until their fifth year."

"They didn't even finish reading the book. They just wrote down the contents of the ritual. Even the Mandrake leaves and the Ghost Face Hawk Moth were stolen from the professors."

"It's so hard to find the right weather." Sirius thought of that time. "We didn't have a clear full moon night three times in a row."

"Once, I finally completed the ritual, but in the end I didn't get the right potion."

As he spoke, he looked at Lupin, "Another time, when the full moon was taking out the leaves, Remus interfered and the leaves were contaminated. We had to start over."

Lupin turned his head away guiltily.

"You are so Gryffindor." Harry deadpanned and took a deep breath.

very good……

Based on his godfather's style of doing things, he should have guessed that they could not possibly be as cautious as normal wizards.

Sirius chuckled proudly.

Only Lupin could tell that this was not meant as a compliment.

"In fact, I also suggest that you start right away, Harry." Lupin said carefully, "Animagus is not as difficult as you think. The only difficulty is the weather and determination."

"You've never lacked that."

Sirius nodded. "All I could think of was going out for a night ride with a werewolf. That would be so cool! It wouldn't be difficult at all. Think about it this way. Maybe we could be the same kind of Animagus."

"You should have Mandrake's leaves? They are a common ingredient in potions..."

"The next full moon is August 21st," Lupin reminded him. He always paid close attention to days like this.

Sirius was startled: "Oh, yes, you have been away from home for the past few days."

"Then let's have a good rest at night. I asked Dali to buy a game console..."

"You can practice Transfiguration with me." Harry interrupted him.

Sirius was crestfallen: "I wish you could have a personality like James."

"It's not that bad..." Lupin comforted Sirius, "No, I mean, it's impossible for a child to be like only one of their parents."

Sirius finally got the rest he wanted.

His level of human body transformation is far inferior to Harry's, and is far inferior to Lupin.

Every night, if Lupin could make it, he would volunteer to practice with Harry.

Sometimes, Harry would not bother them and focus on studying potions on his own.

Thunder potion and killer whale potion alone are far from enough.

He has already figured out the general formula of the blizzard potion.

I also have some idea about the recipe of Petri's potion.

How to improve the Thunder Potion to make it more effective is also an urgent matter.

Naturally, Galleons were spent faster.

Lupin looked at this with great pity. Forty or fifty Galleons would be spent in one night, sometimes even a hundred. Do these two prodigal sons really have no concept of money at all?

When he was wandering, he didn't spend that much in a year.

A few days passed.

July is coming to an end.