On Friday, before the Quidditch match began, Harry mysteriously received a Firebolt.
On the day of the match, a large black dog hid under the stands, watching Harry sweat on the field, his eyes showing excitement.
"You're quite bold, daring to wander around when the wanted poster hasn't even been cancelled."
The black dog turned around to see a heterochromatic-eyed boy standing behind him.
Aiden walked over, wanting to grab Black, but the dog desperately clawed at the grass with his paws.
Helpless, Aiden could only use psychological invisibility to shield them both from detection.
"Change back, no one can see us," Aiden said, rolling his eyes.
"Cool, is this how you managed to avoid detection from me and Remus before? It must be great for night wandering," Sirius said carelessly after transforming back.
Aiden casually picked up two stones, snapped his fingers, and two chairs appeared on the ground.
Aiden sat down casually, while Sirius sat down without any politeness.
"Your spellcasting ability really doesn't seem like a third-year student," Sirius remarked with genuine amazement.
"What are you going to do next? Take Harry away?" Aiden asked.
"Of course, I've seen his uncle and aunt. They're absolute trash," Sirius said hatefully.
"Dumbledore probably hasn't told you yet, but Harry has protective spells left by his mother," Aiden said, taking out lemon juice.
"Lily?" Sirius looked at him, gesturing to Aiden that he didn't have any drink.
Aiden pointed at the grass, a table appeared, and he took out another cup of lemon juice and placed it in front of him.
"This kind of spell has a special property. It requires Harry to stay in a place he considers home."
"But I can also provide Harry with a home. I'm his godfather," Sirius stood up excitedly.
"No, there's no blood connection between you. The spell's power cannot draw love from your bodies," Aiden explained patiently.
"So you mean I have to watch my godson return to that... place worse than pigs and dogs?" Sirius couldn't help but swear.
"So, what I'm about to teach you comes next," Aiden said, interlocking his fingers under his chin.
"Teach what?"
"We need to give Mr. Dursley a little surprise..."
Aiden raised his eyes mischievously, the playful dragon preparing new pranks, his seductive words flowing like a spring to moisten Sirius's heart.
Let everyone mourn for the Dursley family together.
The British summer brought cool winds, and a bird flew through the Whomping Willow... only to be knocked down with all its feathers scattered.
Hogwarts also welcomed the finals with the joint efforts of teachers and students.
Professor McGonagall's final exam required students to transform teapots into turtles.
Aiden walked in, about to take out his wand to cast spells, but was interrupted by Professor McGonagall.
"Mr. Prewett, let's try something else. I want you to transform everything transformable in this room. I want to see your maximum control capacity," Professor McGonagall raised the difficulty for Aiden.
"Of course, Professor," Aiden said, snapping his fingers.
Magic power spread to the surrounding objects.
Since completing his Animagus transformation, Aiden's Transfiguration seems to have qualitatively improved. He could easily control large numbers of transformed creatures, as if another person was assisting him.
In the room, all movable matter transformed into various animals. Rhinoceroses, tigers, lions, peacocks, penguins... The many animals made one feel like being in a zoo.
"Alright, Mr. Prewett, restore them," Professor McGonagall said.
Aiden snapped his fingers, and everything returned to normal. From Professor McGonagall's upturned mouth corners, the score should be quite high.
Professor Flitwick's exam was the Cheering Charm, and Hagrid's was caring for Flobberworms for an hour.
And for Ancient Runes, Aiden was kicked out by Professor Babbling before the exam even started.
The Potions exam was brewing Confusing Concoction under Professor Snape's cold stare. Honestly, Aiden felt the difficult part wasn't brewing the potion.
The real difficulty was resisting the cold gaze of a Legilimens and Occlumency master.
The Divination exam was as simple as always. Just tell Professor Trelawney that your lifeline is short and you have a tragic future to get by.
The most interesting was Professor Lupin's exam.
He arranged the final exam as a challenge game, having examinees wade through pools with Grindylows, pass through pits with Red Caps, ignore Hinkypunks' misdirection, and finally face a Boggart in front of a wardrobe.
With finals over, all the young wizards breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to start their summer holidays.
On Harry's side, Hermione was scared out during the last challenge of Defense Against the Dark Arts because her Boggart was Professor McGonagall coming to inform her that she had failed all her exams.
This made Hermione very sad, while Ron constantly comforted her.
Harry prepared to visit Professor Lupin to ask if he could give Hermione a second chance.
Entering the professor's office, Harry found Professor Lupin packing his things.
Just as he was about to knock, Professor Lupin interrupted him, "Hello, Harry."
"I saw you on the map," Professor Lupin pointed to the Marauder's Map.
Harry stared blankly at Professor Lupin.
"I've had worse times, trust me," Professor Lupin leaned forward, revealing two white wolf ears in his hair.
"Were you fired?" Harry walked in.
"No, I resigned voluntarily," Professor Lupin picked up a stack of books and placed them on the table.
"Resigned? Why?" Harry asked in confusion.
"Well, when the public opinion about Sirius and Peter's incident erupted, those reporters dug up past events, so my identity was exposed. By this time tomorrow, there should be many parents sending letters expressing... that they don't want someone like me teaching," Lupin didn't stop his packing.
"But Professor, you've been cured, haven't you? And Aiden published that thesis too," Harry said urgently.
"Because prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain that's hard to overcome," a clear, spring-like young voice entered Harry's ears.
Professor Lupin made a "you see" gesture to Harry.
"Even though we've announced to them that werewolves have been cured, the prejudice accumulated over many years prevents werewolves from returning to normal in the short term. Fortunately, St. Mungo's has mastered my technique, so future treatment work will be much easier."
Aiden found a sofa and gracefully and lazily flopped onto it.
"Why are you so sad, Harry?" Lupin asked.
"Because none of this matters. Peter escaped, and you're being driven out of school," Harry's voice carried a slight sob.
"How could that be? You learned the truth, and wasn't Sirius cleared of all charges? And look at me... I no longer have to be tormented by moonlight."
Lupin spread his arms, showing Harry his healthy self.
"Also, since I'm no longer a teacher, I can return this to you without guilt. Mischief managed," Lupin tapped the map.
"Clap, clap." Aiden on the sofa snapped his fingers twice to attract their attention.
"Since you're no longer a professor, Uncle Remus, I have an offer here. I wonder if you'd do me the honor."
Aiden opened his robes, and a letter floated out from an inner pocket, flying toward Lupin.
"You see, the Prewett family's alchemy shops, due to the goblin incident, are now co-operated with the Department of Mysteries. I need a trustworthy but powerful wizard to help me watch over things. Where can I find such a person?"
Aiden stood up, pretending to be troubled as he touched his chin.
Lupin took the letter and was stunned, while Harry beside him also showed a smile.
The perspective pulled back from the window. Hogwarts was still operating, and everyone's life continued.