Hogwarts: From Squibs to Greatness

Chapter 115 The Black Dog and Aunt Maggie

After the award ceremony, John began to gradually receive letters from all over the world.

Most of them are letters of thanks written by those werewolf wizards who were tortured by the full moon, and the rest are either letters to exchange magic issues with him, or letters to interview him.

John ignored all the letters for exclusive interviews, but concentrated on writing letters to answer the questions in the exchange letters.

Of course, this is not only because of mutual exchange of knowledge to make progress, but also to accumulate one's own capital.

Many of the people who raised these questions were among the most important figures in the wizarding world in various countries. Befriending these people can not only improve his own social status, but also use this to reversely check and balance the British wizarding world in the future.

As for those thank-you letters, John gave them to Tom, asking him to investigate the situation of these people, and ask the Foundation to help them if there is any difficulty.

Yes, John announced the establishment of the Werewolf Relief Foundation on the second day after the award ceremony, the main purpose of which is to help those werewolf wizards who are living in difficulties but still maintain a kind heart.

Because of John's reputation and the help of the capital left by the teacher, the foundation was established soon.

John handed over the management of the foundation to Tom. At the same time, John also bought a lot of house elves from other countries for Tom to lead. This is the core of the foundation.

Fantastic creatures like house-elves don't get rich.

With the help of these house elves, the situation of a large number of werewolf wizards was investigated, and then these werewolf wizards were invited to join the Foundation as staff.

These werewolf wizards are very grateful to the foundation that gave them food and work, and John who founded the foundation.

And as werewolf wizards, they also know where to find those kind-hearted werewolf wizards, and they can easily communicate with each other.

Under such a cycle of conscience, even though the foundation was established less than half a month ago, a large number of werewolf wizards were helped by the foundation and joined it.

For this reason, with sufficient capital, John took advantage of the situation and began to divide the UK into different regions to create subordinate branches, and assigned these werewolf wizards who joined the foundation to manage different regions to further help werewolf wizards. ,

Anyway, there are house-elves around, and with their magic that comes and goes like the wind, they can easily go to any area, and they can summarize the situation of each area to the headquarters in real time.

And this naturally includes James Potter's good friend back then-Linus Lupine.

At this moment, the other party has been arranged in the subordinate foundation branch to help other werewolf wizards in the area under its jurisdiction.

Soon time came to August [-]st. When John got up this morning and had breakfast as usual to read today's newspaper, he saw one of the news.

Ministry staffer wins big prize

Arthur Weasley, head of the Ministry of Magic's Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, has won the annual Daily Prophet's Grand Prize Galleon.

Mr. Weasley cheerfully told the Daily Prophet: "We're going to spend the money on a summer holiday in Egypt, where our oldest son, Bill, works as a Cursebreaker at the Gringotts Wizarding Bank."

In the attached black and white photo, nine members of the Weasley family stood in front of a huge pyramid, waving at him vigorously, and they couldn't help but smile.

The dumpy Mrs Weasley, the tall, balding Mr Weasley, six sons and a daughter.

Standing in the center was tall, lanky, clumsy Ron, with his pet mouse, Scabbers, on his shoulders and one arm around his sister, Ginny.

John looked at Scabber the Mouse on Ron's shoulder, whose front paws were clearly visible in the photo, and it was easy to see that he was missing a finger.

After confirming that the curse he had placed on Scabbers, Peter Pettigrew, had not been lifted, and that he could still know the location of the other party at any time, John thought for a while and chose to write a letter.

As for who is this letter addressed to?The answer is also very simple, this is to be sent to a certain brainless black dog.

Sure enough, on August 8st, the day after John sent the letter, he saw related reports on TV.

A newscaster on television, reading a report about a fugitive criminal.

"...to remind the public that Blake is armed and extremely dangerous. A dedicated hotline has been activated and anyone who sees Blake should report it immediately."

The man on the TV wanted poster had a thin and haggard face, a head of dirty, messy and tangled long hair, and his eyes were full of numbness and suppressed madness.

"Sirius Black?" Miranda whispered uncertainly.

John naturally heard his mother talking to himself. If his mother knew that he had written him a letter before the other party escaped from prison, and invited the other party to meet, he didn't know how he would react.

After breakfast, John and his mother Miranda said hello, he dressed and left the house, he will make some preparations for the next placement of the big black dog.
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Since John visited the Dursleys last time and had a "friendly" exchange with them, Harry's situation has become much better. Not only did Uncle Vernon turn a blind eye to his affairs, He can eat well every day and no longer has to worry about being hungry.

But such a happy life has not been maintained for a month. Today's news directly made Harry feel some kind of unspeakable pain again.

Because Aunt Marge is coming! !

He was having breakfast at the time, but he watched Uncle Vernon sip the tea in his cup, looked at his watch, and said directly, "Petunia, I'd better leave now, Maggie's train is coming in at ten o'clock."

Harry was thinking about Hermione's birthday present, which was a very high-end broomstick care kit, but when he heard this sentence, he was shocked and suddenly came back to reality .

"Aunt Marge?" he blurted out. "She...she's coming here, isn't she?"

Aunt Marge was Uncle Vernon's older sister.

Although she is not related to Harry, Harry has always been forced to call her "aunt".

Aunt Marge lived in the country in a house with a large garden and had many bulldogs.

She didn't live on Privet Drive very often, because she couldn't bear to be away from her precious dogs, but every time she visited she made such a horrible impression on Harry that he still remembers them vividly.

At Dudley's fifth birthday party, Aunt Marge smacks Harry's calf with her cane to keep him from outplaying Dudley at the musical modeling game.

Years later, she showed up at Christmas, bringing Dudley a computer-controlled robot and Harry a box of dog food biscuits.

The last time was the year before Harry went to Hogwarts. Harry accidentally stepped on the paw of her precious dog Lippie. Harry was chased by the dog into the garden outside and climbed a tree. , Aunt Marge didn't call the dog back until midnight.

To this day, Dudley still laughs until he tears when he thinks about it.

Hearing Harry's words and seeing the undisguised expression on Harry's face, even though he was warned, Uncle Vernon still couldn't hold back his temper. After all, the bad attitude of nearly 12 years did not change so quickly.

He snarled and shouted at Harry, "What's your expression, that's your aunt"

"Maggie's going to be here for a week, and since we're on the subject, before I pick her up,

There are a few things we need to clarify first. "

When Dudley heard this, a smirk of composure appeared on his face. He quietly turned his eyes away from the TV and secretly watched his father teach Harry a lesson. For Dudley, it was his favorite activity. entertainment.

"First of all, you must remember to use polite language when you speak to Maggie."

"No problem," Harry said gruffly, "as long as she can do that by talking to me."

"Second," continued Uncle Vernon as if he hadn't heard Harry's answer, "Maggie doesn't know anything about your weirdness, and I don't want any... any weirdness when she's here." things. You have to behave yourself, understand?"

"If she can do it, I can," Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Third," Uncle Vernon's ugly little eyes narrowed into a slit on his big purple face, "we've already told Maggie that you went to the St. Bruce Security Center School for Delinquents."

"What?" Harry yelled.

"Boy, you have to stick to this statement, or you will be more attractive." Uncle Vernon roared sharply, "There is no need to discuss this matter, even if your classmate threatens me again, it will not change!"

Harry sat there, pale and furious!He stared at Uncle Vernon, unable to believe what he was saying.

Aunt Marge is coming to stay for a week!It was the worst birthday present the Dursleys had ever given him, and even Uncle Vernon's old socks weren't that bad.

"Okay, Petunia," said Uncle Vernon, standing up awkwardly. "I'm going to the station. Dada, want to go for a drive with me?"

"No," said Dudley.

Seeing that Dad had finished his lesson, Harry turned his attention back to the TV.

"Dada is going to dress himself up for his aunt." Aunt Petunia said, brushing Dudley's thick blond hair with her hands, "Mom bought you a beautiful new bow tie."

Uncle Vernon patted Dudley on the chubby shoulder.

"See you later." He said and left the kitchen.

Harry sat there dumbfounded as if he had been stunned.Suddenly an idea struck him, and he dropped the bread, got up quickly, and followed Uncle Vernon to the front door.

Uncle Vernon was putting on his jacket.

"I won't take you." He turned around and saw Harry staring at him, so he growled angrily.

"I don't want to go," said Harry coldly. "I want to ask you something."

Uncle Vernon eyed him suspiciously.

"At Hoag... at our school, the third years are allowed to go into the village once in a while," said Harry.

"So what?" Uncle Vernon snapped, taking the car keys from the hook by the door.

"I need your signature on the permission form," Harry said in a breath.

"Why would I do that?" said Uncle Vernon with a sneer.

"In that case," Harry said carefully, "it will be difficult. I have a lot of friends at school, and I can write to John to tell him these things. Otherwise, if I am in Maggie My aunt let it slip in front of me, I didn't go to that holy school or something..."

"St. Bruce Security Center School for Delinquents!" yelled Uncle Vernon, and Harry was pleased to hear the palpable tension in Uncle Vernon's voice.

"Exactly," said Harry calmly, looking up at Uncle Vernon's big maroon face, "it's hard to remember, and I'm trying to make it sound like that, right? What if I accidentally slipped my mouth?"

"I'm gonna kick your guts out, you know?" Uncle Vernon growled, raising his fist, but Harry didn't back down, still staring at Uncle Vernon.
But as if thinking of John's warning, Uncle Vernon finally put his fist down.

"Break out my guts, and Aunt Marge won't forget what I wanted to tell her," he said in a pause.

Uncle Vernon froze, his face turning an ugly purple-brown.

"But if you'll sign my permission form," Harry went on in a breath, "I swear I'll remember where I'm supposed to go to school, and I'll act like a . . . same as people."

Harry could see that something was going on in Uncle Vernon's head, even though his teeth were bared and the veins in his temples were throbbing.

"Okay," he said in a huff at last, "I'm going to keep an eye on your every move during Maggie's visit, and if it turns out you've been following the rules and keeping your word, I'll sign you that damn license surface."

"And don't scare me with your classmate John, I'm not afraid of him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around, opened the front door and walked out, closing the door heavily again.He pushed so hard that a small pane of glass on the top of the door was shaken off.

(End of this chapter)