[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Harry Potter was in a bad mood.

Since the holidays, he had received few messages from his friends - of course he didn't expect Tom, who was taken away by the Dark Lord, to write to him, but even Hermione and Ron only sent some meaningless messages in a hurry. Just a few words, something like "We were told not to talk about anything important, lest our letters be sent to the wrong place... We are very busy right now, but we can't go into details with you... A lot has happened, and we will all know it when we meet you." I told you..."

Ha, what’s the difference between saying this and not saying it?

If it weren't for the big dog transformed by Sirius who kept guarding him every step of the way, he would have thought that he had been left behind by the wizarding world.

But soon he knew that the wizarding world had not forgotten him, and even missed him more than he thought - on an ordinary hot night, he endured the nagging of the Dursleys and came out to get some air with Sirius - Poor Sirius, in order to live peacefully in the Muggle community with his godson, he bowed his head and endured the humiliation of having to wear a collar and a leash when going out - he met his annoying cousin Dudley by chance, and then... On the path back to the Dursleys' home, a sudden darkness enveloped them all.

The stars, the moon, the deep blue night sky, and the dim street lights at both ends of the alley all disappeared at once. The rumble of cars passing by in the distance and the rustle of nearby leaves could no longer be heard. The night that was hot just now suddenly became bitingly cold. They were surrounded by a deep, impenetrable, silent darkness, as if a giant hand had covered the entire alley with a thick, cold curtain, making it impossible for them to see anything.

Harry felt the warm fur against his legs tremble, then a painful bark, which gradually turned into a low human whisper of pain: "--RUN!"

He felt a big hand push him hard, and he stumbled back several steps, but the darkness still stuck to his eyes like a thin veil, and he did not withdraw from this dark and cold realm. Dudley's frightening and piercing screams continued in his ears, and Sirius's painful murmurs and retching sounds became lower and lower, and finally turned into a heavy falling sound. Harry stood shivering in the cold and biting darkness: " Sirius?...Dudley?"

He touched the wand with trembling hands: "Lumos flash!"

The wand head was lit.

Two tall hooded figures were sliding towards him silently. Dudley in front was already irrationally banging his head against the fence on the side in an attempt to escape, while Sirius passed out on the ground in a twisted posture.

"Dudley! Don't run away!... Call for protection!" He gritted his teeth and rushed forward, raising his wand while desperately trying to drag the skinny but heavy Sirius back.

A puff of silver smoke emerged from the wand's head, and the Dementor's movements slowed, but the spell did not fully take effect. Seeing the dementors getting closer and closer, panic made his brain blurry - two pairs of sticky, scabbed gray hands stretched out from the dementors' robes to grab him - rustling The sound of rustling filled Harry's ears.

No...Sirius...Harry tried his best to drag his godfather by the collar, but his cold and weak hands and feet couldn't use much strength. He stood in front of Sirius, panting desperately, staring at the two pairs of dead hands... Seven

Under the influence of the dementor's domain, he could not think of anything happy, but the desperate and firm desire to protect occupied his entire heart. He didn't care about the pain that the dementors' putrid, deathly cold breath made it difficult for him to breathe, nor did he pay attention to the temptations in his ears about "surrendering to death" and "sleeping peacefully". He held his wand tightly and pointed it at the dementor: "Call the gods to protect you!"

A huge silver stag spurted out from the head of Harry's wand, lowered its head and stabbed straight at him with two antlers. The Dementor was knocked back, as weightless as the surrounding darkness. The stag rushed forward, raised its front hooves high and gave a heavy stampede. The dementor swooped aside like a bat and fled in a hurry, disappearing with the surrounding dark realm.

Dudley sat on the ground with his face full of snot and tears, his expression was dull and he was talking nonsense. Harry looked up at him, then knelt down and began to shake Sirius: "Wake up!" He moved Sirius' head to his lap and rubbed the cold skin on his face. "It's okay...it's okay..." He patted Sirius's back randomly again trying to comfort him, "it's okay...they're all gone..."

The man who was so thin that he had almost only a handful of bones in his arms moved. Before his eyes were fully opened, he began to whisper: "Run...Harry..."

"I'm okay." Harry held back tears and bent down to hug him, "It's okay, Sirius... they're gone... I drove them away..."

Gray eyes opened and he looked around anxiously.

Blake sat up with difficulty and shook his godson's hand. "I'm sorry..." he said guiltily and heavily.

"It's not your fault." Harry shook his head at him, "You did a good job." He lowered his head and rubbed the back of Sirius' hand with his cheek. Sirius gently touched the face that looked like his old friend's with his backhand. Friend's face.

"That's cool, my dear little Prongs," he said, pretending to be relaxed, "I bet James wasn't that good at your age!"

Then Harry laughed too.

Sirius has this kind of magic that can make things seem easier.

The two of them helped each other stand up. Before Sirius could say anything to ease Harry's mood - he felt that Harry's whole body was soaked with cold sweat - there were heavy footsteps behind him again.

Sirius bared his teeth until he saw Mrs. Figg, their eccentric old neighbor, panting in front of them, but did not put away her guarded expression.

Harry panicked and was about to hide his wand, but Sirius pressed his hand to signal him to stay alert. Mrs. Figg also screamed: "Stop hiding, silly boy! What if there are still people of theirs around?" What? Dementors! Appeared in the Muggle community! Fortunately they could do it! Fortunately I asked Kick to tip me off!" Kick is one of the many cats she keeps.

"You...are a wizard?" Harry asked in shock.

"Squib." Sirius said slowly. If there were wizards around, he would have noticed the fluctuation of magic power long ago. His gray eyes flashed sharply: "Who told you to spy on Harry?"

"Don't say it so harshly!" Mrs. Figg said uncomfortably, "Dumbledore just saw that I lived nearby anyway, so he asked me to pay attention -"

"This is fucking surveillance!" Sirius growled, sounding like a vicious dog as big as a bear. He had heard Harry talk about his childhood, and even the fact that the Dursleys would throw him to Mrs. Figg who had a lot of cats every time they didn't want to take him out when they went out was also shared by Harry as a rare "fun childhood story" Give it to him - even though he was very sad to hear it.

"Does that mean... Dumbledore always knew that Harry was being treated like a house elf?" he growled angrily.

He was so angry that it looked like the veins in his neck were popping, and Harry had to tug on his hand to calm him down.

"Oh!" Mrs. Figg twisted her hand. "We don't have time to stand here! Harry can't stay here!"

These words brought Sirius's sanity back. Of course he knew Mrs. Figg was right, Harry couldn't stay here. He is probably one of the wizards who knows the most about dementors in the world. It is impossible for two ordinary dementors to create such a dark realm. If these two dementors were not of extremely high levels, then There is a large group of dementors waiting not far away.

Besides, the presence of dementors in the Muggle community was a very dangerous sign in itself, and Harry had to be moved immediately.

After sending a letter to Dumbledore and helping Dudley return to the Dursleys' house to wait for support, Harry received a warning letter from the Ministry of Magic, informing him that he had been expelled and would be expelled for performing magic in front of Muggles. Breaking the wand - Sirius was furious again.

Then there was a comforting letter from Dumbledore, informing them to wait where they were, and specifically asking Sirius to exercise restraint by name. The Ministry of Magic also quickly changed its tune after Dumbledore personally came to the door, and once again notified Harry that the punishment was to be temporarily suspended from school pending trial.

"Interrogation! How dare they!" Sirius was furious.

Fortunately, people from the Order of the Phoenix arrived quickly. Nine wizards, including Lupine, Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, and Kingsley Shacklebolt, all rushed to Privet Drive and escorted Harry. Leigh and Sirius, who had become a big dog again (he was still a wanted criminal after all), flew to 9 Grimmauld Place, London, the old home of the Black family. Hermione and the Weasleys are all here, and this is already the stronghold of the Order of the Phoenix.

In his old house, Sirius's mood deteriorated a lot, but he still cheered up and tried to comfort Harry who was waiting for the trial day.

"Don't worry." Sirius looked at Harry who had woken up in the morning and rubbed his messy hair. "I believe they will definitely acquit you. There must be something in the International Statute of Secrecy that allows people to The terms of using magic to save one’s life.”

"I'm not too worried about that," Harry forced a smile, "Anyway, even if we are really expelled, we can still live together, right?"

Sirius looked at him sadly and lovingly, and twitched his lips: "Yes, I will not leave you." He whispered.

Harry mashed the mashed potatoes on the plate, feeling unappetizing.

"If you don't want to eat this, I'll ask Kreacher to make something else."

Kreacher was an elf of the Black family, but his relationship with Sirius was not good. Harry didn't want to hear the two of them scolding each other so early in the morning, so he quickly waved his hand: "It's not about the mashed potatoes. It's me..." He After a moment of hesitation, "I always dream about dark and long corridors. When I finally reach the end, I find either a dead end or a locked door. This makes me feel very irritable. I haven't slept well for a while."

"Your anxiety has affected your dreams," Sirius said confidently. "I remember that the divination class taught about dream interpretation. It's because you think you are in trouble, so you keep doing this and can't seem to find it. Labyrinth dream of a way out.”

"Is that so?" Harry said confusedly, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

"Sometimes..." he said, "my scars hurt."

Sirius' smile disappeared. Of course he knew there was something wrong here, and Harry didn't hide the Horcruxes from him.

"I'll talk to Dumbledore." He patted Harry on the shoulder, "Well, have you cleared your mind?"

"Of course!" Harry said angrily. He had completely lost his appetite when it came to this. "I read "Advanced Mathematics" every day! Thanks to Tomelin, I can finally read the second page before falling asleep. Got it!"