The Unscathed Professor

After realizing this, Kyle shook his head and said, "Sorry, Harry, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that I can't."

"Sirius's house is protected by the Fidelius Charm. Even if someone else tells you the address, you won't be able to find it unless you're Secret Keeper."

Harry looked extremely disappointed after receiving Kyle's answer. He had been looking forward to it for a year, hoping to escape the Dursley family and live with Sirius.

A year later, he still returned to Privet Drive, as if nothing had changed.

"Don't look so gloomy, Harry, try to be cheerful," Fred said from the side. "At least Sirius is alright, isn't he?"

"And Professor Moody ..." George said, "The school year is over, but they are all fine, unharmed, without Dementor, and not captured by the Auror, completely unharmed."

"Yes," Cedric suddenly said, "No wonder I felt something was missing this year. In previous years, no Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts had stayed until this time."

At this moment, everyone seemed to perk up immediately, and even Harry temporarily forgot about Sirius.

"Do you think it's because there are two professors this year?" Ron said excitedly. "Maybe the curse only works on one person, and it loses its effect when there are many people involved."

"I think it's unlikely," Hermione said thoughtfully. "I read in the books that Hogwarts has had over fifty different Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. If the problem could be solved so easily, Headmaster Dumbledore couldn't possibly not know that."

"Is it possible that he genuinely doesn't know?" Fred said. "I mean, he might not be able to find two professors at all; one a year is already his limit."

"Yes," George nodded. "I remember Bill saying that when he was in his second year, he didn't find Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts until a month after the start of the semester."

"I remember that too." Fred couldn't help but chuckle. "Then at Christmas, the professor got drunk and caused a spell to go wrong, so he was sent to St Mungo's's."

"And then they never got any new professors."

At this point, everyone couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Indeed, Dumbledore's biggest worry every year was finding a new Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for the school.

And during the annual holidays, he became "the unpopular Dumbledore".

If that's the case, he might not be able to find two people.

Harry laughed too. If he had to choose, he would definitely choose Sirius Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts next year, rather than staying with him during the holidays.

After all, the vacation is only two months, but being a professor would allow him to spend the entire academic year with the professor. Considering all that, the latter is definitely more worthwhile.

Of course, it would be even better if you could choose both.

"Don't worry, Harry." Ron patted him on the shoulder. "Mama will definitely be able to convince Dumbledore to let you stay with us this summer, just like at the Quidditch World Cup."

"I hope so," Harry said.

I can't live with Sirius, but the Burrow is a great place. I just don't know if they'll have time this year.

After all, the Weasley family would probably help prevent Voldemort from making a comeback... This is no easy task, and Harry didn't want to cause them any trouble because of himself.

As they spoke, the train gradually slowed down.

"We've arrived." Kanna glanced out the window.

Soon, the Hogwarts Express stopped at Platform 9, and everyone began to disembark, creating chaos and noise in the aisles once again.

"Harry."

As they lined up to pass through the partition, Kyle suddenly said to Harry in front of him, "You'd better be careful this year, and keep your guard up."

"I know," Harry nodded. "Because of Voldemort, right? Sirius said the same thing to me. He also said that Voldemort might come looking for me, and that I should immediately inform Professor Dumbledore if I noticed anything amiss."

"That's only one aspect." Kyle glanced at the line ahead. "You also need to be wary of the Ministry of Magic."

"The Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked, puzzled. "Why?"

"Because they might cause you trouble," Kyle said. "Remember that article in the Daily Prophet, the one that said you wanted attention?"

Harry nodded; of course he couldn't have forgotten.

"That's just the beginning... if you still insist that Voldemort has been resurrected."

Kyle lowered his voice, "They don't want to believe the You-Know-Who has been resurrected, and they don't want anyone else to believe it either."

"So if you insist on saying that, you're going against the Ministry of Magic. They'll try every way to make trouble for you, to make you look like a madman who only has delusions in everyone's eyes. Only then will they not believe what you say."

"But it's true!" Harry said, his face flushed and his neck stiff. "You saw it too."

"But Cornelius Fudge didn't see it," Kyle said calmly. "Unless you can drag the You-Know-Who to the Ministry of Magic and expose him to everyone, Fudge won't believe it."

"I think you should have understood this very well when you were at the Hospital Wing."

Harry remained silent.

Kyle was right. When Voldemort was mentioned, Fudge reacted extremely strongly, even arguing with Professor Dumbledore and eventually parting ways.

"But why me?" Harry still couldn't understand.

"It's simple, because they can't handle Professor Dumbledore, or rather, they don't dare," Kyle said. "But you're different. You're just a student, or at best, a student with a bit more fame."

"But fame doesn't equal strength. They have plenty of ways to deal with you... like throwing a Fantastic Beasts, or something else, onto Privet Drive, forcing you to use magic to protect yourself."

"And if you use magic outside of school, you will violate the rule that 'students are not allowed to use magic outside of school,' and they could even expel you on the spot."

"What did you say? Expulsion!" Harry immediately tensed up.

"You must be joking, right? Professor Dumbledore is the headmaster; they can't expel me."

"Yes, but only if you don't do anything wrong," Kyle said. "The notice before the holiday clearly stated that any student found using magic off-campus could be expelled."

"Of course, you don't need to be too nervous. After all, the Ministry of Magic still has its pride. Even if they really have such thoughts, they can't be too blatant. Just be more careful in your daily life."

"What should I do?" Harry asked.

"Stay in crowded places or neighborhoods as much as possible," Kyle thought for a moment and said. "That's the simplest way. As long as there are other people around, you're safe."

"Or you could buy a camera and carry it with you, so you can take pictures of anything strange you encounter as evidence for the future."

"That might cause a little trouble and could delay your escape."

"Thank you, I understand." Harry lowered his head, seriously considering the feasibility of the two methods.

Before they knew it, they had passed through the partition wall and arrived at King's Cross Station.

Mrs. Weasley was already waiting for them.

"Goodbye, Harry," Kyle said. "Remember what I said before: no matter what, it's always better to be careful."

"I understand," Harry said. "Oh, and thank you."

"You're welcome."

They parted ways in front of the station, and Mr. Weasley appeared before them in a brand-new car.

This is clearly not a car belonging to the Ministry of Magic; he must have borrowed it from someone else.

Once everyone was seated, the car circled around and headed towards the Ottery St. Catchpole.