Harry took the newspaper in his hand and moved away from the low pressure in the tent.

Ron finally had the guts to lean over and read the report even faster than Harry: "How dare she?"

Hermione agreed.

"Isn't she afraid that Harry will chop her up?" He continued before Hermione could finish nodding.

Hermione glared, "Harry is not that kind of person."

"It's just a bunch of nonsense." Harry threw the newspaper away, his face expressionless. "It's just a bunch of nonsense."

The words were non-aggressive and soft, just like Hermione saying to herself, "If you do this again, I'm going to sue the professor."

"But this person is really hateful." Hermione picked up the newspaper and crunched it in her palm. "She should be taught a lesson. I will write a letter to the Daily Prophet to complain..."

"It's no use complaining." Harry waved his hand and said softly, "Don't worry, I'll pull out her tongue if I get a chance."

Hermione was startled and raised her hand to cover her mouth.

Ron's cheek twitched and he suddenly felt a pain in his tongue.

"Harry?" Ron asked cautiously.

Harry stared at the crumpled newspaper. "I don't care about the criticism, but I hate the idea of ​​her putting a dog chain around my neck. What does she think of me? Dumbledore?"

Ron was startled.

Dumbledore... is actually quite nice.

He never dreamed that he would become a figure like Dumbledore.

"Are you really going to pull out her tongue?" He poked his head out and asked cautiously.

Harry shook his head. "You remind me that she writes by hand. Can her hand be broken?"

Ron's eyes widened. That was not what he meant.

"She's a witch," Hermione reminded kindly.

"So we have to remove her tongue too, so she can't cast spells?" Harry mused.

Ron looked at Hermione in amazement, "Hermione, you would never do something like this before."

After leaving the camp, several people did not go home, but agreed to go to Diagon Alley. They had not yet bought the things they would need after school started.

What the fourth grade needed was pretty much the same as in previous years, with one extra thing – a dress.

Sirius was enthusiastic.

Taking them to Tovan's tailor shop to have their clothes custom made, Hermione and Ginny were dragged away by Mrs. Weasley to discuss what kind of dresses the girls should order.

Harry, and the Weasley boys, were led by Sirius.

The most traditional and formal one is the tuxedo.

Harry is in good shape. He has grown taller recently and is now 5 feet 6. He doesn't need to wear clothes that are one size larger to cover up his physical flaws like other middle-aged men in their thirties or forties with big bellies.

Dresses were naturally what he hated the most, the tight styles.

Although Sirius was dressed sloppily, he had good taste and matched a dark blue tie for Ron. Although Ron was almost fifteen years old, he was still childish, and the combination of black and dark blue made him look more mature.

And for Harry.

Sirius picked out a tuxedo with gold and red trim. As for the collar accessory, he did not choose a tie like the Weasleys, which would make him look more mature, but a burgundy bow tie.

Harry is mature enough, but also cold enough to keep strangers away. This childish outfit can make him appear more approachable.

It turned out that Sirius made the right choice.

He also selected a stag brooch with emeralds set as its eyes.

"James and Lily must be eager and pleased to see you grow into who you are now." After finishing the whole set, Sirius looked at the face in the mirror. His tone was deep, just like the look in his eyes, as deep as a pool of water with no bottom to be seen.

Harry didn't say anything. He just stared at the image in the mirror, trying to make his face as soft as possible.

But Harry is only Harry. No matter how he changes, the person in the mirror will never be James.

The Weasley brothers came out of the fitting room laughing and playing. They changed out of their dresses and put on their wizard robes again.

"This year is really strange. In previous years, we were not allowed to buy this kind of thing." Ron looked at Harry in amazement, and his eyes finally fell on the ornament on his chest. The gold and emeralds were probably more expensive than the suits of the three brothers combined.

"Luckily it's this year. If it was last year, we would probably only be able to wear Dad's old suit." Fred sighed, watching George counting the Galleons and paying for his family's suits. They also wanted to pay for Harry.

But the numbers on the bill are staggering.

"It will be very useful." Sirius turned his head and said to them meaningfully, "Believe me, you will feel that this money is well worth it when the time comes."

"Sirius, what's the matter?" Fred looked at him eagerly.

Sirius shook his head, "Professor Dumbledore will tell you when you get to school."

"Dad said the same thing." George grabbed his chest and exaggeratedly pretended to be heartbroken. "Sirius, please tell us quickly. If we don't know this news, we will die."

"I will buy the best cemetery for my dear partners." Sirius rejected their request.

Ron looked at the other person eagerly: "Harry, you should know something, right?"

"What big event might the school hold this year?" Harry guessed. "It should be related to Mr. Ludo, and I can also participate in it. Will the professional Quidditch team come to Hogwarts to hold a league?"

The three Weasleys immediately turned their attention to Sirius.

Sirius shook his head and smiled mysteriously, "It's more than that. It's much bigger than a professional Quidditch team."

"Harry, I'm looking forward to your performance." He stretched out his hand and patted Harry's shoulder heavily several times.

Fred pinched his waist: "Why only Harry?"

"There will only be one protagonist, if you think you can be better than Harry." Sirius blinked innocently and spread his hands.

Better than Harry?

George and Fred looked at each other. This was difficult. Even if all the professors in Hogwarts were counted, there probably wouldn't be many left.

This only made them scratch their heads even more.

What kind of event has only one protagonist, and judging by Sirius's tone, he has to be the best student in Hogwarts?

They pestered Sirius, trying every possible means.

The final result made them feel ashamed. With their brains, they were unable to get any information out of Sirius.

Arthur and Percy apparently knew it too.

Even Charlie had come back from Romania and he apparently knew the news.

But George and Fred tried every possible way but failed to pry the information out of anyone.

These adult wizards, who immediately became "sinister and cunning" after leaving Hogwarts, kept their mouths shut. Just like back then, no young wizard knew that the Sorting ceremony was just about wearing a hat, and none of the adult wizards that George and Fred could contact were willing to reveal the news to them.

September 1st.

The Hogwarts Express drove out in a heavy rain.

In the carriage, Ron carefully held Crookshanks and sighed heavily, "I didn't meet Malfoy."

"Why meet him?" Hermione frowned, looking gloomy.

Harry picked up the ginger kitten and played with it in his hands. "He has been holding back curse words for a week, but he can't meet Malfoy and can't curse. Isn't he very frustrated?"

Hermione looked at Ron in surprise: "Why are you so childish?"

Ron clenched his fists: "I'm not as talented as Harry."

It’s like this when studying, fighting, and even when swearing.

"Wait until we get to school. He won't be able to escape." Harry comforted him. "Bring a few more people with you then to avoid a fight."

"House cup." Hermione poked him gently and reminded him quietly.

"The House Cup will not play a big role this year." Harry shook his head. "From what my Godfather said, the school may hold a competition this year. Each house will select an outstanding student, and the final glory of the house will depend on that game."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully: "Then be bold and learn more from George and the others."

Ron's face twisted slightly.

That's not what you just said.

The train ran slowly in the rain, and raindrops hit the windows.

"This reminds me of last year," Ron muttered. "Who will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year? Will it be Sirius?"

"Professor Dumbledore invited him, but luckily he didn't agree." Harry waved his hand and pushed back Crookshanks who was sticking his head out and trying to pick his pocket.

"Sirius is still very capable." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and praised him with a fake smile, "He has been a substitute for Remus before, and he was quite popular."

"You don't have to force yourself to say such things against your will." Harry looked at her, swung Crookshanks' front paw and punched her, and the ginger kitten meowed twice in response.

Hermione squeezed its paw: "I didn't, I'm serious!"

"Although Sirius's approach is a bit too radical and he doesn't have much knowledge, he's not as good as Remus, but at least he's much better than Quirrell and Lockhart."

"You compared Sirius to those two people. Even he could react. This is not a good thing to say." Harry pushed Crookshanks in, opened the car window, and let Hedwig, who had flown a circle outside and was wet, in.

Hermione sighed, "If there weren't a professor as good as Remus, Sirius could make do."

"He likes Hogwarts, but he doesn't have the patience." Harry wiped the moisture off Hedwig's body. "He plans to cross the Pacific this year, then spend the winter in Hawaii, and return to Great Britain around Christmas."

Ron looked at them eagerly, feeling a little envious. He also wanted to have such an adventure.

The rain outside the train was getting heavier.

When the Hogwarts Express stopped, the raindrops hit their heads like small hailstones, causing a slight pain. The senior wizards could still use Transfiguration spells or magic spells, but the junior wizards, especially the first-year wizards, could only hold their heads, and some even cried out of grievance.

Sitting in the Thestral carriage, Harry no longer longed for Pegasus, he had a better mount goal.

Ron still couldn't see the Thestrals, so he took out the book and looked for the Thestrals' illustrated guide.

After a summer vacation, the hall was brand new, and the traces left by Professor Sprout before the vacation were cleaned up by Filch.

Peeves loved this kind of weather. He held a balloon filled with water and played pranks happily while Filch cursed angrily.

He was afraid of Harry until he saw him, threw away the water ball, and disappeared into the wall in a panic.

Filch thanked him and looked at Harry's hand with a hint of envy and desire in his eyes.

Hermione took out her wand and cleaned up the area.

He walked away sighing.

They sat at the Gryffindor table. Before Ron sat down, he tiptoed and looked at the teachers' seats. The Defense Against the Dark Arts seat was empty, with no one sitting there.

"Is there no professor this year?" Ron frowned.

Simo naturally took over the conversation: "It's normal not to have one. Think about the professors in the past three years."

"Nothing happened to Professor Lupin," Hermione retorted immediately.

Seamus tilted his head. "Maybe we just didn't see it? Even Professor Snape, who was substituting for the teacher, lost an arm."