Professor Vampire.

Chapter 232: When Auntie meets the Godfather

Harry lay stiffly on his bed, puffing and panting.

The dream he had just had was so realistic that he couldn't tell if it was reality or not.

He reached out and pressed one hand firmly to his forehead, and underneath his fingers the lightning shaped scar ached hotly, as if someone had just pressed a wire that had been roasted by fire into his skin.

Harry sat up and put on his glasses while trying his best to remember what had just happened in his dream - the

Everything was so realistic ... There was a frightening figure familiar enough to be instantly recognizable, and two unrecognizable ones, one older and one younger ... He frowned and concentrated his thoughts, desperately trying to remember... ...

A dimly lit room ... sat in front of the fireplace in front of his eyes, and there sat the grim-faced, hairless, nose-less Voldemort, the face Harry had seen countless times in the midst of Dementor-induced hallucinations.

The younger one was deferential to Voldemort, presumably a Death Eater, and he and Voldemort were discussing some plan. As for the old man who appeared outside the door at the end, he was brutally murdered by Voldemort with a life-saving spell. ...

Thinking like this, Harry walked aimlessly to the window, pulled open the curtains and looked blankly at the street below.

It looked as though Maiden Road was perfectly in keeping with what an ordinary suburban street should look like in the early hours of a Sunday morning; there were few lights, and the curtains on both sides of the street were drawn tightly.

The sky as a whole was still dark in color, but the distant sky was gradually turning a shade of fish-belly white, so that the street was not completely plunged into darkness.

Harry's mind was suddenly flooded with uncontrollable trepidation.

He subconsciously felt that the dream he was having was something that had really happened ... If this had really happened, it would only prove that Voldemort had returned and that an innocent old man had already been killed in reality.

Not only that, there are Death Eaters have converged with Voldemort, the two together discuss a plan, and this plan is likely to be developed for Harry ...

Harry's face involuntarily went a little white.

He turned on his desk lamp and took out a piece of parchment and a quill from his trunk, wanting to write down last night's dream and send it to Sirius.

Luckily, whether it was because Aunt Vernon had a clear conscience or because the name Sirius, a wanted man, really scared him, Harry had had a fairly free summer.

His luggage items weren't locked in a locker as in previous years, and Hedwig was allowed to fly out of her cage, which allowed him to deliver letters to his godfather and friends.

As Harry wrote "Dear Sirius" at the top of the parchment, a long missed face suddenly appeared in the window of his room.

"Hey, Harry! Are you writing to me?"

Harry looked up, and at first glance, he couldn't help but look surprised to see a beautiful head of dark hair and a pair of striking gray eyes.

"Sirius! What are you doing here, aren't you afraid of being seen by muggles?" Harry asked excitedly.

Sirius grabbed the parapet by the window with one hand, grabbed the flying broom underneath him with the other, and jumped in through the outside of the window.

"I certainly won't be seen by those muggles, Dumbledore is just too careful if you ask me." He said, "All it took was an illusion spell that couldn't have been simpler and I was able to avoid the sight of all the muggles."

As he said that, he set his flying broom against the wall before smiling and hugging Harry.

"Why, what is it that you wanted to see me about?" Sirius asked gently.

"It's not much ... It's just, my scar hurts a little." Harry's lips twitched before he whispered.

He hadn't felt it before when he wrote the letter, but now that he was face-to-face with Sirius about his scar hurting, he felt like a small child who had been hurt looking to his parents for comfort.

"Scars hurt?" Sirius frowned, "Is that the scar Voldemort gave you?"

"Uh-huh." Harry nodded softly, "I also had a nightmare that Voldemort came back and he murdered an innocent muggle ..."

Sirius' original playful expression grew serious.

"Harry, Dumbledore mentioned to me that there might be a hidden connection between you and Voldemort." He said, "So I don't think this matter is that simple, we need to find Dumbledore and ask him about it."

"Uh... don't really need to bother Headmaster Dumbledore, do you?" Harry hesitated a little.

"No, this matter is very important, if Voldemort does come back, we have to prepare in advance!" Sirius said seriously, "And it's easy enough to verify, just check to see if any Muggles died strangely last night or not."

Just then, the door to Harry's room was suddenly thrown open heavily.

"Boy, what are you doing talking to yourself here in the middle of the night when you're not sleeping? We're still sleeping if you're not!" Aunt Vernon, who was so big that he could barely get in the door of his room, roared, "I think I've just been too indulgent with you this summer and spoiled you ..."

Aunt Vernon finally squeezed through the door of the room, and when he saw Sirius for the first time, the words he had been about to say stuck in his throat.

"You, you're ... Boo, Blake ..." he stammered, holding his face red, "that Sirius-Boo ... Blake!"

Aunt Vernon couldn't have been more impressed with that face; for a while, every time he flipped through the newspaper, he would see a picture of the infamous wanted man on the first few pages.

Not only that, but he had fantasized about finding this Sirius Black himself and collecting a large bounty!

But Vernon could never have imagined that Harry would actually have a major wanted man for a godfather, and that this godfather would even come to his house!

He had thought that Harry had made up some nonsense and had only restrained himself a little just in case, not going as far as he had done before ...

'Luckily things are left to chance.' Vernon thought darkly.

But now there was another problem, which was that he had just been woken up by Harry's voice, got out of bed, yelled at Harry a few times, and ended up right in the middle of Sirius's gun ...

Aunt Vernon felt like his little life was going to be in danger.

"You're my godson's aunt?" Sirius glanced at Vernon with a look of sprightly arrogance, "From what you've told me, you've been far too indulgent with my godson this summer, so what did you do originally?"

A cold sweat instantly broke out on Vernon's forehead.

"No ... no, I didn't, absolutely not!" He said shakily, "I was just joking with Harry, after all, I'm his aunt and uncle, the relationship is close!"

"But how come I've heard Harry say that ... you've been mean to him since he was a kid?" Sirius said coldly, "Look at the clothes on Harry, the sleeves can fit his thighs, that's clearly what's left of that fat pig of a son of yours to wear!"

"Bu ... Mr. Blake, I'll go right, right away and buy Harry a ... no! Buy ten new sets of clothes, won't let him wear Dally's old clothes anymore!" Vernon said, patting his chest.

"Snort, you'll have to hurry then, I need to see Harry in brand new clothes in ten minutes." Sirius snorted.

"Fine, fine, I'll be right there!" Vernon nodded as he stepped backward, "You two godfathers and sons talk first ..."

His size was too wide, and he even bumped into the door frame when he retreated to the door position.

Aunt Vernon's expression twitched in pain before he hurriedly left the horrible room and scurried downstairs.

But instead of buying Harry clothes, as he had verbally promised, he picked up the phone with trembling hands and dialed the police station.

"Dudu-"

As Vernon waited anxiously, the call was answered.

"Hello, this is the Little Whinging District Police Station ..."

Before the words on the other side were finished, Vernon quickly grabbed the phone and said, "Listen, this is No. 4 Maiden Road ... on that wanted criminal, Sirius Black, he's at my house right now, you guys hurry up and come and arrest him, I'll stall him as long as I can!"

"Just a moment, sir, hold your horses." The calm voice on the other end of the line came through, "I'd like to confirm that Sirius Blake is indeed at his residence at 4 Maiden Road in the Little Whinging district of Surrey, is that correct?"

"That's right, you guys get over here quickly! Move faster, understand?" Vernon growled in an urgent whisper.

He hung up the phone and sheepishly looked back, fortunately Sirius Black hadn't followed him down.

He then meatily took some cash out of his wallet, ready to buy Harry some random clothes to deal with first.

"Ding-ring-"

The phone suddenly rang again, startling Aunt Vernon.

"Hello? I told you, I'm not available right now!" He picked up the phone and yelled down angrily.

"Sir, this is the Little Whinging District Police Department."

"What? You guys came over so quickly?" Vernon asked in surprise.

"No, just calm down a little bit." The voice on the phone said, "I just confirmed it, and confirmed that Sirius Black has fallen into the net, and the one who is in your home right now might just be someone who looks like him."

"How is that possible!" Vernon yelled, "I'm sure he's Sirius Black! There can be no mistake!"

"Sir, I understand your fear, but Sirius Black has indeed been apprehended."

"But ..."

Just then, a thin, handsome figure appeared behind Vernon with an arrogant smile on his face.

"Mr. Desiree, is this what you call going clothes shopping?" Sirius said playfully.

Vernon hung up the phone menacingly.

"I ... I just ..." he stammered for half a second, then suddenly remembered something and spoke up, "Wait a minute, you're not supposed to be Sirius Black, just someone who looks very much like him, right? That wanted criminal has already fallen into the net ..."

"Hm? You came to that conclusion after talking to the police for half a day?" Sirius snorted.

"Harry, that's the other thing I wanted to tell you. Dumbledore has helped me with the wanted posters on the Muggle side."

He turned his head to Harry, "The Ministry of Magic got in touch with the Muggle Prime Minister, and what it says is that Sirius Black has been apprehended and returned to the world, and that I'm just a person who bears an uncanny resemblance to his face."

A look of surprise crossed Harry's face.

"Really?" He exclaimed excitedly, "Does this mean that I can live with you from now on?"

"That shouldn't be a problem, wait until I ask Dumbledore again." Sirius smiled gently.

Aunt Vernon was getting alarmed as he listened to the conversation between the two.

According to what the two of them were saying, that meant that the man standing in front of them, who claimed to be Harry's godfather, was really Sirius Black!

The so-called "Ministry of Magic" had removed his charges, causing the Muggle Police Department to think that the man who was now at 4 Chastity Road was only a man who looked extremely similar to the wanted man!

"Are you ... you really Sirius Black?" Aunt Vernon asked shakily.

"Yes. Do I need to prove something to you?" Sirius took out his wand and conjured up a knife in his other hand, "Or do ... you want to try the viciousness of a murderer for yourself?"

His expression became eerie and insane, as if he had just escaped from Azkaban.

Aunt Vernon sat down on his butt in fear, every fat piece of his body trembling.

"Please ... don't kill me, don't, I'll be good to Harry from now on ..."

His pleas for mercy finally woke up Aunt Peggy and Dally Dursley as well.

They both came out of their rooms and their eyes widened in shock when they saw Aunt Vernon's actions.

"Vernon, what are you doing?!" Aunt Peggy reprimanded sternly, "Is that the kind of example you set in front of your son!"

Vernon, on the verge of tears with anxiety, barely raised his hand and gave Peggy a sign of the morose figure standing in front of him.

Peggy inexplicably looked in that direction, and immediately afterward, she let out a deafening scream.

"Little ... Sirius Black!"

At the same time, Dali screamed in horror along with her own mother.

Watching the family's ugliness, Sirius flashed a smirk in his eyes and gave Harry a wink.

Harry smiled knowingly.

"Sirius, they are my relatives too after all, so you might as well not kill them." He said.

In truth, Harry wasn't acting well at all, and couldn't hide the smirk in his eyes.

But the Dursleys didn't even bother to notice these details, they were just immersed in the horror of facing a wanted criminal.

"Thank ... you, Harry, I swear we'll treat you right from now on." Vernon hastily raised his hand and pointed to the sky, promising with conviction.

Aunt Peggy nodded her head repeatedly as well.

"Okay, for the sake of my godson, I'll spare your lives today." Sirius also withdrew the morose look on his face, "I'll come over to visit my godson anytime in the future, so I hope you'll keep your promise properly!"