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"I'm sorry, I think I probably..."
Vernon Dursley's cheek twitched, and he was about to refuse.
"Of course! And I'll cook dinner, that's what I learned at Hogwarts."
Before Uncle Vernon could finish speaking, Harry quickly nodded in agreement.
He knew very well that if Sirius Black left at this time, the cake and birthday party that night would all be ruined—Uncle Vernon might thank him for not saying anything bad about them, but he definitely wouldn't give him too many good looks.
Moreover, in Harry's opinion, the Dursleys' preparations to entertain the Masons did not conflict with his birthday.
"That's great! I haven't had Hogwarts food in a long time."
Hearing Harry's reply, Sirius Black's face lit up significantly, and he said excitedly.
"Well, uh, so... Mr. Dursley, is there anything I can help you with? Or, Harry, do you need me to have Kreacher come help... never mind, that old guy will only make a mess of the kitchen."
"If possible, I hope you can change into a different outfit, instead of this... strange robe."
Looking at Black sitting on the living room sofa with excitement, Mr. Dursley's cheek twitched again.
"At least look a little more decent, and also my important business partner, he doesn't know anything about your side of things, and I was originally planning to talk to him about some business after dinner..."
"That's simple, just the clothes that Muggles usually wear, is this okay?"
Sirius Black nodded easily, waved his wand casually, and the wizard's robe on his body instantly disappeared, turning into a dark gray classic suit, which wasn't too difficult for him.
"...Okay."
Looking at Black who instantly put on a well-tailored suit, Uncle Vernon answered somewhat reluctantly.
"Well, uh, it's getting late, I'll go drive... Harry, you entertain your godfather. Petunia, help take care of things at home. Dudley, come with me to the city to get your cousin's birthday cake."
Just as Mr. Dursley was about to open the door, the doorbell rang again.
Opening the door, two men in dark gray trench coats stood at the door.
"Y-you..."
Vernon Dursley was about to say a few words, but his eyes fell on the two men's hands, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.
Damn it! Two more wizards with little wooden sticks!
"Hello, we are officials from the Ministry of Magic, here to investigate and deal with the situation."
Ignoring Mr. Dursley standing by the door, the two wizards walked into the living room one after another, and went straight to Harry, who was still standing by the sofa, frowning and saying quickly in an unhappy tone.
"Mr. Harry Potter, we received a report that you continuously used the Protego, Expelliarmus, and Apparition spells, among others, at your residence, and someone also witnessed a flying motorcycle landing at your residence..."
Vernon Dursley's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned his head to look at the two unfamiliar wizards, preparing to add a few words.
However, before he could organize his words, a voice had already replied to the two wizards from the Ministry of Magic.
"Wait, are you from the Improper Use of Magic Office, or the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad?"
Sirius Black stood up and asked back with great familiarity.
"We are Obliviators and investigators from the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, who are you?"
The two Ministry of Magic officials were slightly stunned, frowned and looked at the man in the suit standing in front of them.
"According to our records, apart from Harry Potter, no wizard lives in Little Whinging."
"I am Harry Potter's godfather, Sirius Black. All the spells you detected were cast by me, and the flying motorcycle is also mine. Is there a problem? As an adult wizard, I have no spellcasting restrictions."
"Sirius Black? Your flying motorcycle..."
"I know, just a fine... a few days later you send the fine bill to the Black family's old house, and I'll take some time to go to the Ministry of Magic to pay the fine. I'm very clear about the process of Muggles accidentally witnessing magical objects."
Sirius Black waved his hand and replied quickly, not taking it seriously.
The two Ministry of Magic officials were slightly stagnant, one of them hesitated, took out a notebook and looked at it a few times, cleared his throat, as if he had caught a loophole, and quickly recited.
"Then, Mr. Black, you will also be fined for casting spells in front of Muggles..."
"They are Harry's legal guardians, according to the law they are related personnel of the wizarding world, the registrant is Dumbledore."
Sirius Black grinned and replied in a relaxed tone.
"That is to say, you neither need to cast Obliviate on them, making it necessary for them to forget these things, nor do you have any reason to punish me for this matter—it's just a false alarm, gentlemen, don't be too nervous."
"Obliv-Obliviate? Forget?"
Mr. Dursley, who was originally planning to complain to the officials of the wizarding world, opened his mouth and asked with some confusion.
Although he couldn't completely understand the conversation between the wizards, he could instinctively perceive that something seemed wrong based on the few keywords in Sirius's mouth.
"That's right, in order to hide the existence of the wizarding world, theoretically, any Muggle who accidentally witnesses magical phenomena—well, ordinary people like you who have no magical abilities, will have their memories erased by the Ministry of Magic's Obliviators."
Sirius Black turned his head, spread his hands and explained to Mr. Dursley with a terrified expression.
The panic on Vernon Dursley's face grew even stronger, and he subconsciously reached for the umbrella by the door.
"What?! Erase memories?! So you want to cast spells on us!"
"Oh, don't panic, that's only for irrelevant personnel who have not been exposed to the wizarding world."
Looking at Vernon Dursley who seemed to be frightened, Sirius Black comforted him with a smile.
"As long as I can prove to them that you are indeed Harry's relatives and guardians, they will not and cannot casually touch your memories, so you can go and do your business with peace of mind, I can handle this."
"Oh, well... uh, okay... then I'll go first?"
Vernon Dursley hesitated a few times, his shrewd little eyes wandered among the wizards in the room, and he quickly made the right decision, took a deep breath, and walked directly out of the door with Dudley as if nothing had happened.
On one side, he was being cast a spell by wizards of unknown origin to erase his memory, and on the other side, he was letting Harry and his godfather eat dinner and then leave.
Obviously, this was not a complicated or difficult decision.
As for complaining to the government of the wizarding world?
Ever since Mr. Dursley heard Sirius Black's easy-going response and the regulations on memory erasure, he had completely removed this suicidal approach from his mind.
"Okay, Mr. Black, we will verify the situation you mentioned."
"It's okay, if there's nothing else I have to help start preparing dinner."
"Oh, finally there are some accident investigation forms that you may need to help fill out..."
This was the last conversation Vernon Dursley heard before closing the door.
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Harry had never experienced such strange things at Number 4, Privet Drive.
Aunt Petunia was setting the table downstairs, and he and Sirius Black were tidying up the bedroom and unwrapping gifts upstairs.
And Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley were blowing up balloons in the living room for his birthday party, and arranging streamers, of course, part of it was also to welcome the Masons—Mr. Dursley would not forget his big client.
Perhaps considering that he didn't want to alarm the Ministry of Magic again, Sirius didn't use magic in the afternoon's help, but rolled up his sleeves like an ordinary person and helped Harry and Aunt Petunia busy in the house.
In fact, Sirius originally had ten thousand kinds of magic to complete all this in the blink of an eye.
It's just that in this way he would not be able to enjoy the joy of working with Harry, and get the opportunity to talk to Harry alone. For Black, who had been idle at home for a long time, it was a good time to move his body.
"Maybe you're tired of hearing it, but I still have to say, you look just like your father." Black suddenly said to Harry while tidying up the bedroom, "Except for your eyes, you have a pair of eyes that are exactly like your mother's."
"...I haven't seen them." Harry said sullenly.
Over the past year, he had heard similar comments from many people, but he himself couldn't remember what his parents looked like. The only time he saw them was during Peter Pettigrew's trial, reflected in the blurred light and shadow in the sky.
"Well..." Sirius pondered for a few seconds, "Let me think—I remember that some of my old classmates may have some photos—if you give me some time, I'll write letters to ask if I can help you organize an album."
"Album? The kind that moves in the wizarding world?" Harry raised his head in surprise.
"Of course it's moving, James was a star at school back then." Black said with a smile, "Besides, as your godfather and your father's best man, there should be a lot of photos of him and Lily at my old place—the two of them didn't command us to help them take pictures when they were together."
"By the way, speaking of this, besides that..."
Sirius Black glanced at the corridor outside, making sure that the Dursleys shouldn't be able to hear him, and looked at Harry a little unnaturally, and said softly, "That's right, you should know that I am your godfather, that is, your legal guardian in the wizarding world..."
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