On the narrow path leading from Diagon Alley to Knockturn Alley.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Sirius, who had just been thrown out of Hogwarts, appeared with Harry through Apparition.
Harry felt dizzy. He bent over and dry-heaved a few times before asking in confusion.
"Sirius, why did you bring me here?"
Sirius patted Harry on the back.
"I'm in a bad mood. Come have a drink with me at a little tavern."
"But I'm not of age yet, and I have Transfiguration this afternoon."
"It's fine. You can have juice, and I'll write you an excuse for your afternoon class."
Harry looked utterly helpless. Suddenly, he felt as though he was the adult who needed to guide a child.
Sirius hadn't visited Knockturn Alley in ages. He spent a long time searching for the underground tavern from memory, only to discover that the chaos he remembered was nowhere to be seen.
Beside him, Harry proudly pointed out the endless stream of pedestrians and the countless newly opened shops.
"Sirius, look at Knockturn Alley now. It's just as prosperous and orderly, and everyone looks happy and content."
Sirius stroked his little mustache, instinctively wanting to say that this was all an illusion Shawn had created.
Harry had finally found a chance to reason with him. Without giving him an opening to interrupt, he continued.
"You're an adult. You can't act like a child. You need to think maturely.
Every wizard in Britain praises the Chief, and Dumbledore supports him too. You're the only one against him. Are you really wiser and more knowledgeable than everyone else?
Sirius, ask yourself honestly: if you set aside the fact that the Chief was behind all these changes, wouldn't you admire and look up to him?"
Sirius looked at his young godson. This was the first time