Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"Huh? Planes are quite safe." Sirius replied subconsciously, "Well, I heard that the accident rate of planes is quite low."

Ian looked at him and the windshield in confusion, "Here, didn't you just say that many birds hit the windshield of airplanes every year?"

Sirius quickly explained, "That was before, but now there are very few of them. Basically, you can't encounter them."

Ian nodded, "That's still possible."

Sirius said he couldn't argue.

"So, why don't they take the train?" Ian wondered, "Doesn't the train arrive in just two days?"

"Don't mention the train!" Sirius and Harry both shouted, startling Ian.

Ian looked confused, "Huh? Why can't you mention the train?"

Sirius looked at his friend with a dark look on his face, seriously doubting whether the other party knew something, so he mentioned the train.

What could be worse than a trip home with your godson? It turned into a farce because of a train. If it weren't for someone from the Ministry of Magic in the embassy of the corrupt country, I might have been escorted back to the country.

It doesn't matter if it's Sirius himself, but he can't let Harry be criticized together with him. Now that the train is mentioned again, Sirius feels that the guy next to him seems to have transformed into the guy who questioned him in the inquiry room before. Ask yourself which train you took to come to Neon and on what day you took it.

Sirius felt that if he hadn't stayed in Azkaban, he might have tricked him into something.

Speaking of which, although Muggles are not as rich in means as they are, they have unimaginable talents in interrogation.

Sirius rubbed his temples. Not to mention Ian, even he was very sleepy after being interrogated all night.

Although torture is not advocated now, psychological warfare is also part of the interrogation.

Yawning, Sirius waved his hands without interest, "Forget it, those group of Muggles are really speechless. It obviously only takes two days to arrive, but they insist on saying that it will take several months to arrive. Sit down." The plane is not that slow, and if it is not too far away, we can't apparate and come and go freely."

Ian showed a disdainful expression, "Just brag, your magic power may only be able to teleport you to the Sahara!"

Sirius' eyes widened, "What? Sahara? What we are going to is Neon! They are not in the same line at all, okay?"

Ian chuckled, "Why do you say we're not on the same line? Maybe you just turned a corner and teleported in."

"Listen, Ian, I don't want to argue with you about this right now." Sirius held his head and groaned, "My brain is about to explode right now, can you please calm me down for a while."

Ian shook his head, reached out and took out a bottle of soda from the storage box, "Drink and see."

Harry glanced at it and shuddered momentarily.

I saw that the can was white, with two big words written on it - Scream.

He opened his mouth and was just about to remind Sirius that he couldn't drink this stuff, but Sirius raised his head unpreparedly and took a sip.

Then, he spat it out.

"What the hell is this! It's like shit... Sorry, this stuff tastes so bad!" Sirius screamed, "Harry, you must not drink this stuff! It's definitely poisonous!"

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, and he suddenly understood why Robert gave him this drink last night.

Sure enough, it is used to discover the little expressions of your friends! It’s so much fun!

When Sirius got out of the car, he looked gloomy.

His godson and his friends just watched him trembling with a can of drink without lending a helping hand to rescue him.

It's really, really abominable!

Sirius seemed to be transformed into an awl spirit, trying to poke these two guys into the shower.

"Speaking of which, what is this thing?" Ian raised the puppet in his hand and asked Sirius.

"I told you, it's a specialty." Sirius explained seriously, but Ian didn't believe it at all.

"Okay, I'll take it for testing." Ian shrugged, feeling that this guy was unreliable. In this case, he wouldn't remind him, right? It would also be good for him to face reality sooner.

With this thought in mind, Ian put the doll aside and drove away.

Sirius quickly pulled Harry over and took his backpack, "Very good, we are going to the Ministry of Magic next, remember what I said? Don't be too nervous, just treat it as a visit. What you did last time was very... good."

Harry wanted to say that last time they really came here to have fun, but this time he came to report on work!

"Don't you want to be an Auror? Don't be surprised when all kinds of strange things happen in the future, because anything can happen." Sirius explained, "So, just treat it as a formality."

"..." Harry looked helplessly at his godfather. You may think it's okay, but this is my first time facing everyone from the Ministry of Magic!

Sirius saw that he was still a little nervous, so he said, "You will be the savior in the future, Harry. If you can't face a few Ministry of Magic employees, how will you get back money for those you want to help in the future?" justice."

Harry muttered under his breath, "I didn't say I wanted to be the savior."

Savior.

Harry's mind became active, and the savior couldn't do it, but in this interview, he must keep his expression straight...

The two people who were thinking this way were stunned the moment the elevator door opened.

He stared blankly at the dense crowd outside the elevator, staring at the two people with an expression of curiosity, scrutiny, happiness, and frustration.

Harry subconsciously wanted to hide behind Sirius, but when he remembered that he was the man who was going to be the savior, how could he be frightened and fainted by the slightest strong aura.

Fortunately, there were no dementors here, otherwise he would have thought of what the Daily Prophet would report. Mr. Savior fainted in the elevator of the Ministry of Magic out of fear.

According to the latest news from this newspaper, the reason why the savior Harry Potter fainted was because he was watched by too many people...

Harry trembled, shook off the nonsensical thoughts from his mind, and looked at the group of people opposite him nervously.

There was no wand in their hands, which at least proved that they had no intention of attacking.

Of course, some people can cast spells without a wand, but this can be ignored.

"Welcome our hero back!" Scrimgeour stood at the front of the team. When he saw the elevator door being opened, he cheered and clapped loudly. For a moment, the entire Ministry of Magic became lively.

Harry felt like his ears were going to explode and he couldn't hear what Scrimgeour was saying.