Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 153 How About Motorcycles?
The Dursleys had an uncomfortable summer.

His eccentric nephew came back with a notorious and notorious "wanted criminal". Although Harry explained clearly from the beginning that Sirius was innocent, months of brainwashing made them see When looking at Sirius' handsome and extraordinary face, he still couldn't help but tremble.

Most importantly, he is a wizard who can turn into a black dog anytime and anywhere.

Britons do not like such creatures.

Vernon and Sirius didn't get along.

Standing together like a father and son, when they actually get along, they also look like a very weak father and a rebellious son.

There are several fights every day.

Fernon disliked Sirius for his lack of elegance in eating and bad speech. He was very interested in home appliances. Every day, he would secretly dismantle a few of them without knowing it. He didn’t have the ability to put them back together. Thirteen machines were replaced, not to mention refrigerators and washing machines.

If Sirius hadn't been able to whip out a wad of pounds every so often, Fernon swore he'd have kicked the man out a long time ago.

Father and Sirius didn't get along well.

But the son and Sirius got along pretty well.

At the beginning Sirius was not friendly to Dudley. He heard Hermione mention that before Harry came to Hogwarts, life at his aunt's house was not good, it could almost be said to be abusive, but getting along, they It turns out that Dudley is passionate about Harry - although that passion is based on potions.

His malice towards Dudley gradually diminished.

After another exchange, the two of them share the same smell.

The characters are a bit sloppy, mischievous, and Dudley also taught Sirius about video games. He has never been able to persuade Harry.

Within a week.

Every night when Sirius took Harry out for a racing car or watched an underground band performance in a bar, he would always bring Dudley with him. Fernon and Petunia had quarreled with Sirius more than once because of this, even if Sirius took out the pound. Couldn't work it out.

Dudley laughed silly.

He really likes this kind of life.

Which 14-year-old middle school student can have such a rich and lively nightlife like him, and after school starts, if he shows these things to the public, he might even break the record of the last date.

In addition to playing video games, Harry also likes this kind of life.

Especially motorcycles.

He really likes this kind of transportation.

The speed is fast, and the riding is very stable. It is much more comfortable than riding a horse. The only disadvantage is that it cannot communicate with a motorcycle like a horse.

To say the only downside.

It's just that Sirius always has a lot of whimsy.

He will try to fill the motorcycle with blue flames, or turn the shell into magical creatures such as dragons and manticores.

He even wanted to try to take Harry and Dudley leaping down from Big Ben, but it sounded too exciting, but neither he nor Dudley could persuade Harry. can be achieved.

In Feinon's anticipation, a month finally passed.

On the last night of the third week of July.

Dudley reluctantly said goodbye to Sirius.

Bye now.

The days when I raced in the middle of the night and beat people up.

Petunia twisted Dudley's ear, and dragged him back into the house. She endured it for a month. With outsiders like Harry and Sirius, she couldn't lose her temper. Now she doesn't have these worries. She has to settle the score .

"How should we go back to Godric's Hollow?" Harry was expressionless, staring at the brand new wand in Sirius' hand. "To be honest, I don't really want to take the Knight Bus, and it's so late."

"Just let the day end nicely."

Sirius smiled mysteriously: "No, of course it won't be the Knight Bus, I don't like that either."

"It's going to be something that surprises you."

Harry suddenly raised his head, and at the limit distance he could perceive, a faint wave of magic power appeared, flying towards him at extreme speed.

A large magical creature that can fly?
"What's the matter?" Sirius watched Harry take out his wand and pull out the Gryffindor sword, his face became serious in an instant, "There are Death Eaters? It was the evil accomplices who the snot told him to come to revenge us ?”

"It's a magical creature flying towards us. The target should be us." Harry shook his head. "In my perception, I have never encountered its kind."

Thanks to the unremitting efforts of Hagrid, Kettleburn, and previous professors of protection of magical creatures, that small Forbidden Forest has almost the entire Europe, and even some African and Asian magical creatures.

Hogwarts has the world's best protection of magical animals class.

Harry has been hanging around in the Forbidden Forest for so long, and there are very few creatures he has never seen that can fly and possess a strong wave of magic power.

Sphinx, dragon.
But soon, Harry put down his wand, inserted the Gryffindor sword back, and said in a surprised tone, "And Hagrid's magic power, he rode on that creature, and he got another dragon?"

"Again?" Sirius caught the word keenly.

Harry waved his hand and frowned: "Hagrid got a dragon egg before, so he knew how to hide it, so he wasn't afraid of being seen?"

"Maybe what Hagrid is riding is not a dragon." Sirius then remembered, and quickly explained, "It's a means of transportation."

Harry was taken aback.

Sirius sighed, recalling: "I got that a long time ago, I like it very much, but after the accident, I gave it to Hagrid, I wrote to him a few days ago, and I want to borrow it today one time."

Harry couldn't let go of his brow.

A vehicle made by Sirius.
There is an ominous premonition.

Soon, that black shadow appeared in Harry's eyes, and then fell gently in front of them.

Hagrid took off the goggles and stuffed them into his pocket: "Harry, and Mr. Black, long time no see."

Sirius greeted him warmly.

Harry looked at the "mount", unexpectedly it was not out of the ordinary, it was just a flying motorcycle with a sidecar, the paint was a bit old, it was a small fresh light green.

"You did this before?" Harry walked around the motorcycle.

There are no exaggerated paintwork and no exaggerated changes.

"Of course!" Sirius nodded proudly, "For this, I have studied Muggles for a long time, I mean, studied ordinary people's motorcycles for a long time, and asked Lily a lot of questions to get it out. "

"It's not easy to make a motorcycle fly."

Harry nodded, looking at Sirius' face begging for praise, expressionless: "But have you ever thought about how he will get back if you ask Hagrid to bring the car here?"

Sirius froze for a moment, then looked at Hagrid blankly.

"Harry, don't worry about me." Hagrid shook his head. "I'm just going to have a drink at the Leaky Cauldron."

"From here to London, thirty-five miles." Harry announced a number.

Hagrid opened his mouth, a little surprised, so far away?The last time I took Harry to London, the time was very short, and it passed in the blink of an eye.

"The subway is out of service." Harry saw what Hagrid was about to say, and stepped ahead of him.

Hagrid struggled: "Then I, maybe I can ride the bus?"

Harry sneered.

Hagrid buried his head: "Well, I don't want to sit in that thing."

"Harry, I was wrong." Sirius also covered his face, "I will definitely think more clearly next time, Hagrid, I'm sorry, I have to go home today, wait a few days for you to come to Godric Valley, let me treat you to a good meal."

Hagrid blushed a little and waved his hands.

"Hagrid took the godfather to the Leaky Cauldron first, and then the godfather came to pick me up." Harry gave a solution.

Another toss for nearly an hour.

Sirius finally used his dream motorcycle to fly Harry: "How about this car!"

Even if he took a mouthful, he would be full of wind, but he still couldn't help showing off.

"Of course it's great." Harry touched the motorcycle, "I want to get one too."

"I can teach you!" Sirius responded immediately, "You are better than me in spells and transfiguration, and you can do it very easily."

"Is it any different from ordinary alchemy creations?" Harry didn't immediately agree, but asked for details.

Sirius hesitated, he was originally the kind of person whose body remembers before his brain, and it has been 14 years, he has almost forgotten how to make this motorcycle.

Harry saw his embarrassment, and waved his hand: "Forget it, pretend I haven't asked this question."

Sirius muttered: "I just can't remember it for a while, let me think about it carefully, and I haven't studied alchemy, but there shouldn't be any difference, Lily is taught according to the standard of alchemy." mine."

Harry didn't speak, just sat in the sidecar, patted the motorcycle, thoughtful.

He's been thinking about getting a mount.

But the creatures in the Forbidden Forest are not easy to tame, and Dumbledore's permission is required.

Moreover, the powerful ones can't fly, the ones that can fly are not strong enough, but the rune horses that can fly and are strong enough are too big to be used as a mount.

Now he figured it out.

Why do you have to get a living creature?

Why can't it be a live motorcycle?
Gryffindor can extract his mind and integrate it into a hat, which has made him noisy for 1000 years, so why didn't he consider extracting his mind and integrating it into a motorcycle?

Or again.

It seems to be very good to copy the thinking of the sorting hat and integrate it into the motorcycle?

A motorcycle that can talk and fly.

You don’t have to worry about what kind of fodder it will eat, and you don’t have to bother to clean the stables. Every day, you must remember to be a qualified excrement shoveler.

"Harry, do you want to get one?" Sirius urged him, "Don't worry about the Ministry of Magic, Arthur is the director of the Office of Prohibiting the Misuse of Muggle Substances, you have a good relationship with him, talk to him, I won't check you."

Harry was taken aback, a little surprised: "The Ministry of Magic still cares about these things?"

"Aren't you thinking about the Ministry of Magic?" Sirius was confused.

Harry nodded: "I didn't expect them to take care of this kind of thing. I was thinking about other things just now. Godfather, you are right. A flying motorcycle is so handsome."

"Of course!" Sirius puffed out his chest proudly again, "James wants to get one, but Lily doesn't allow it. I thought you would be more like your mother in this matter."

"What kind of motorcycle are you going to get?"

"My car is Victory. It was the latest model back then, and it was also the most handsome."

"I was surprised when I first saw it, it doesn't look like something you'd make." Harry shook his head, the motorcycle seemed too cute.

Sirius whistled: "I was not as chic as I am now."

Harry turned his head to look at him, there was only a smile on his godfather's face.

14 years.

His brain hasn't grown much, but people will "grow" anyway.

"I think the Triumph Speedmaster is pretty good." Harry said, flashing through his mind the models of motorcycles he saw at the dealership this month.

Sirius turned his head and raised his fist: "You think it's pretty good too, don't you?"

"It's handsome! It's a wild mount that a mature man should have!"

"Especially you, Harry, it just suits you so well!"

(End of this chapter)