In the evening, William was startled when he saw a big dog squatting at the door of the tent.

The big dog's body was gorgeous red-brown, and it seemed to have been burnt, and it was covered with thick rolls... a bit like Teddy.

No matter how you look at it, how weird it is!

William looked at it for more than ten seconds before he recognized the giant Teddy... it was Sirius.

"Sirius, why did you become like this?"

William asked in surprise after entering the tent.

"Is it very suitable for me to find a barber shop to perm it, isn't it very consistent with the trend of Muggles?"

Teddy became Sirius, but his original black hair also turned into brown-red curly hair.

He glanced at the long-legged witch next to Hermione.

Neither William nor Hermione concealed it for him, which means that this person must be trustworthy.

"I'm now a dog, walking around the camp, and the Aurors probably won't recognize me," Sirius said with a grin.

Last Christmas, Hermione guessed whether Sirius was illegal Animagus or a big black dog.

The Ministry of Magic began to deliberately search for the suspicious black dog. He could not use the big black form and wandered around.

Now that it has become like this, I guess not many people can connect with the big black dog.

"Why do you think of it becoming like this?" Hermione asked with a smile in her arms.

"Designed by Anne." Sirius said softly, "I asked her what she should be hot. She wrote a letter saying that it looks so good and fits the aesthetics of Muggles."

William rolled his eyes. Others didn't know, but he was urged to beat him to death when he saw Teddy.

Anne was obviously deliberately trying to trick Sirius.

"It's okay, I think it's very good."

Sirius was not too interested in Anne's prank, and his tone was envious: "You go to Venice, and don't take me."

"What do you do?" William glanced at Sirius.

He and Hermione traveled freely in Italy, and they also brought a light bulb?

"Yes." Hermione nodded and agreed, "Besides, we were not going to play... and we were also attacked by the White Dragon."

"That's more comfortable than my life." Sirius's voice was a little depressed.

"I wish the white dragon would attack me. It's so exciting to fight to the death to protect Venice.

It's much better than annoying monotonous life."

Sirius had been sleeping in the Black's old house for several months.

It’s very similar to those students who are clearly stable in the epidemic but must be trapped in school and cannot get out.

The most important thing is that only students cannot go out, and other idle people... can come in and out at will!

This is the perfect portrayal of Sirius at this time.

William sat on the sofa, waved his wand and poured four cups of tea.

"It's better to stay in an old house than to live in a cave for half a year, right?"

Before William, Hermione and Anne found Sirius... he lived alone in a cave in the Forbidden Forest, and relied on eating mice to satisfy his hunger all day.

"That's different." Sirius shook his head.

"It's no difference between staying in the old house and being in Azkaban, or even worse."

“It has been ten years since there was no one living there, and the house elf Clice, who was left by my mother, became crazy—not doing any cleaning for a long time.

I still have to clean it.”

"Houseel." Hermione raised her eyebrows, "You have a house elf in your house..."

"Hermione, don't spill sympathy on Cliche, it's not worth it," Sirius said.

“It only follows my old mother’s orders, don’t think about getting it Akali to work…it will mess up your store.

If I weren't afraid that Clicher would reveal my hiding place, I would have wanted to give it clothes and let it get out.

Kliche took the clothes and would definitely go to Nassisa immediately...my stupid cousin."

It can be seen that Sirius was very disgusted with Clicche.

"Then how did you pass the time recently?" William asked.

"I read the newspapers of the past decade and... I'm fighting with my mother's portrait.

She hates me entering the old house, but I don’t leave... She is very angry, but she can’t do anything to me."

Sirius was dancing with a smile, and seemed very proud.

"Otherwise, I will throw all the things that Kliche has collected in the trash can, and he will secretly pick them up every time."

"..." Sirius was really tired, so he might as well tear the newspaper.

"By the way, is Harry coming?"

"Here I'm here, I've just met him." William took a sip of water and whispered: "He said he'll come tonight."

Sirius nodded with satisfaction, as if he was very satisfied with his caring for him so much.

William blew the tea leaves on the cup and did not tell Sirius that Harry actually wanted to see Qiu.

Look at the Godfather...it's just a piggyback.

But Sirius is already miserable enough, so don't sprinkle salt and poisonous dog food into his chest.

Sirius was excited for a moment and suddenly said, "Have you received Harry's letter?"

"No." William and Hermione both shook their heads.

They had been in Italy and came to the camp afterwards. Harry couldn't find anyone if he wanted to send a letter.

"Harry wrote to the letter saying the scar suddenly hurt."

"Which scar?" William raised his eyebrows.

Different scars, but they are completely different.

"The scar on the left was a pain that night the World Cup opening ceremony."

William held the cup, thinking.

The scar on the left was left by Tom. And on the opening day, he... also killed Tom.

"William, why does Harry's scar hurt?" Sirius asked nervously. "Is Voldemort near him?"

"There is a speculation, just speculation..." William said.

"When Voldemort approaches Harry, or when he develops a particularly strong desire for revenge, Harry's scar will hurt."

"That's how..."

William said this, but thought about another thing.

Harry remembers the scene of him fighting with Tom in the secret room.

When William killed Tom Little, Harry's scar would hurt...

The effect of scars is not just pain. Harry’s connection with little Tom is also very abnormal.

He suddenly had bold and absurd ideas.

"By the way, I heard from Remus that Bertha was seriously injured and was saved by you?" Sirius asked.

"Yes." William quickly said about Albania.

"I know Bertha Joggins." Sirius said in a heavy tone. "When I was at Hogwarts, she was there, a few grades higher than James and me.

She is a silly guy. She is very nosy and has no brains, but... she is also our classmate."

Sirius said resentfully, "The insect tail hurts some people again, I will definitely kill him."

Everyone was silent.

...

...

At night, Harry came indeed, and the Weasleys were also there.

Seeing such a luxurious tent, Ron widened his eyes and seemed incredible.

When Percy saw William, he walked over quickly, and immediately shook hands with William's hand and said:

"Dear William, I heard that you and Hermione received the Italian first-level magic badge, which is great.

I got this news very early in the International Exchange Department Cooperation Department.

He also discussed with Mr. Crouch for a while..."

William suppressed his smile and shook hands with Percy.
To be continued...