Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 391 Restricted Freedom

Chapter 391 Restricted Freedom

As soon as Rita Skeeter left, Sirius and Harry sat down, both looking very happy with smiles that never left their faces.

Harry also noticed Rita Skeeter leaving.

"Isn't she from the Daily Prophet? You know her?"

"We don't really know each other," Celen explained. "She just wanted to write a Warriors interview for me."

"Then you'd better be careful." Harry leaned over and whispered, "I heard from Ron that she often makes up rumors, and her writings caused Mr. Weasley a lot of trouble before."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Xilen said. "How's your chat going?"

"That's fantastic." Harry's face lit up with a smile as he mentioned it.

"Sirius invited me to stay with him during my vacation this year. I can hardly believe that I'll ever be able to get away from the Dursleys."

"It's number twelve Grimmauld Place, you know it," Sirius Black added from the side. "But how did you manage to get that old geezer Kreacher to respect you so much? I only mentioned your name, and he almost burst into tears."

"Perhaps I did it a little favor," Xiren said.

When Kreacher was mentioned, he couldn't help but think of the fragment of Voldemort's soul that he had been keeping, which was also the third fragment of the soul he had obtained.

This is a great thing, but recently, because of the Triwizard Tournament, Xilun hasn't had time to find materials that are suitable for it.

However, he did have an idea: to repair the damaged locket and use it as the staff's body, and then reassemble it using the soul fragments as the staff's core.

It's quite difficult, after all, repairing a locket requires extremely high alchemical skills, and finding such a person is not an easy task.

So Siron put the matter aside, planning to ask his grandfather Garrick if he knew any reliable alchemists during his vacation.

Sirius was even more curious now. He couldn't understand how a wizard like Sirius could help Kreacher, a house-elf.

Before he could ask any more questions, Hermione and Ron, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, interrupted them.

Like Siron, they didn't want to bother Harry, so they parted ways after arriving at Hogsmeade.

However, while Sheryl was at Three Broomsticks, Hermione went to Madam Padve's Tea House and Devils-Bans, and Ron stayed at Honeydukes Candy Shop.

Upon meeting the two, Harry couldn't wait to share the good news that he was about to leave the Dursleys, and Ron and Hermione were equally happy for him.

Ron, in particular, knew all too well how much that family of Muggles hated wizards. After all, back in their second year, he and Fred George had rescued Harry in Little Wheelingham. In their third year, Harrywin had run away from home for various reasons and spent a month in Diagon Alley.

Living there was torture for Harry.

The group chatted for a while longer, during which Hermione asked Sirius many questions about his trial, such as whether he had truly regained his freedom.

"Strictly speaking, that's not entirely true," Sirius shook his head. "They say my escape violated at least nineteen of the Wizarding Laws, and those are undeniable facts."

"What?" Harry's smile froze on his face; he had clearly just heard about this as well.

"But you escaped from prison to prove your innocence."

"The Ministry of Magic—or rather, Fudge doesn't think so. He thinks I should have told him the truth when he was inspecting Azkaban, instead of escaping on my own."

"Tell him? That stupid idiot who can't tell right from wrong?" Harry's face turned bright red at a visible speed.

He first met Cornelius Fudge in third grade when he blew up Aunt Maggie into a balloon, forcing him to leave Little Wheekin and go to Diagon Alley.

Fudge was waiting for him at the Leaky Cauldron and had even arranged a room for him, so his first impression of the minister was actually quite good.

It wasn't until Sirius's incident that he realized Fudge was a selfish and foolish idiot.

Harry firmly believed that if Sirius had told Fudge about Peter Pettigrew, Fudge would not only have refused to help, but would have also increased the guards, completely blocking Sirius's chance of escape.

"Keep your voice down, Harry. He's still the minister, after all," Sirius said, his tone much calmer.

"I'm already out, aren't I? And the people of Wizengamo also think I shouldn't go back to Azkaban for this reason. Although there are more restrictions, at least I'm still free, and I can come see you anytime."

"Restrictions? What restrictions?" Harry asked.

Hermione looked at Sirius too, "Speaking of which, didn't they ask you how you escaped?"

"Oh, which question should I answer first?" Sirius smiled and looked at Hermione, saying, "Well, they did ask, and it's one of the necessary conditions for me to regain my freedom for the time being."

"Do you think you are...?" Harry stopped mid-sentence, glancing warily around.

He wanted to ask Sirius if he had revealed that he was an illegal Animagus, and that he had escaped from the Dementors by turning into a dog—those monsters couldn't sense animal emotions.

"I know what you mean," Sirius said, then shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, "Thanks to Headmaster Dumbledore's help, he came up with a reasonable explanation, which prevented me from being charged with another crime."

"But you must remember, keep this a secret."

"certainly."

"no problem."

They all nodded in agreement.

"Oh, right, I haven't congratulated you on becoming a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament yet." Sirius looked at Sirius sitting opposite him. "I never expected that you guys would actually get to witness such a grand event. If I could, I would love to see it for myself."

"What's so difficult about that?" Siren said casually. "When it comes to the third event, each warrior can invite thirty people to watch the competition, and I'll give you the tickets then."

"That's great," Sirius said with a smile. But soon, he became serious again.

"There's something I must remind you, Siren: be very careful of Karkaroff. Although I don't know how he became the principal of Durmstrang, he was a Death Eater more than a decade ago. After being arrested, he was imprisoned with me in Azkaban."

"Arrested?" Harry asked in surprise. "You mean he was arrested, but then released?"

Xiren had told them about Karkaroff's identity before, so they weren't too surprised to hear the news.

But he never expected that a Death Eater could be released after being captured.

"He cooperated with the Ministry of Magic quite a bit, giving up the names of many people," Sirius scoffed. "And he's very good at acting."