Look up at it with vertical pupils.

The cold, ruthless, predator-like eyes made Legnac shrink his neck subconsciously.

Hawke lowered his voice: "Legnak, calm down. Even if Mr. Potter is merciful and returns the Sword of Gryffindor to you, there is absolutely no way the Ministry of Magic will let you get it."

Legnac is clean and has no shackles on him.

"It belongs to the goblins." Legnac gritted his teeth and continued with difficulty but determination, "The Ministry of Magic knows, and humans should also know."

"Give it back to me"

Harry interrupted him and said in a serious tone: "But the time of goblins has passed."

Legnac was startled.

Harry raised his hand and tapped it downward: "Take a good look, there are four people in this room, including two goblins, but no one is on your side."

Hawke held his head high: "Hawk will serve the wizard faithfully!"

The two young wizards, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, immediately trotted up behind Harry, glanced at Sirius, and hesitantly took out their wands.

Legnac looked at them blankly, his eyes wandering around, and finally fell on Harry.

"You can't succeed, Legnac." Harry continued, "Be a good blacksmith and wait for your business with peace of mind. These imitations of Gryffindor's sword every year are enough for you to live a better life than living underground.

A life many times better.”

Legnac didn't speak, his eyes became weak. He picked up his hammer in despair and smashed the iron block a few times. Thinking of something, he picked up the clamp again and stuffed the hammer into the furnace. He waited for the wooden handle to start burning and then hurriedly started.

Take the hammer out.

"I'm worried about my armor in this state." Harry looked at it and then at Hawke.

Hawke patted his chest: "Mr. Potter, don't worry, I will supervise him and prevent any loss of your materials."

"One more thing." Harry squatted down, "I think we have to discuss the issue of the replica of Gryffindor's sword."

Hawke was stunned.

"That sword is mine now." Harry whispered, "I can agree to you forging a replica, but I can't get nothing."

Hawke had some embarrassment on his face: "Mr. Potter, of course, your request is perfectly justified, but..."

He lowered his voice, looked at Legnac, then at the two young wizards, waved to Harry, and took them to the small room next door.

"The profits from those imitations are not entirely in the hands of the Ministry of Magic." Without anyone else, Hawke continued, "Half of them are used to house goblins."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Legnac is not unsupported." Hawke sighed, "There are still many die-hards alive, and they are all supporters of Legnac."

"The Ministry of Magic gave them too much, so they didn't cause trouble." Hawke nodded with difficulty, "But Mr. Potter, don't worry, they are already very old. Legnac is almost the youngest among them, and the new generation

Among the fairies, they are all happy to become friends with wizards.”

As he said that, the proud look on his face returned again.

Obviously, the "new generation of goblins" it talks about is the one represented by him.

"If I want to get my share of the benefits, I have to discuss it with the Ministry of Magic, and I also have to discuss it with the goblins?" Harry's face was expressionless. He didn't care about Hawke's attitude.

Hawke nodded cautiously, with a look of shame on his face.

"Leave it to me." Sirius agreed, "You haven't dealt with the Ministry of Magic or goblins, but I am very experienced."

"Promise me something." Harry turned to look at his godfather, his face serious.

Sirius' face also became serious: "Believe me, I will fight for you."

"Don't start a fight." Harry interrupted, speaking seriously.

Sirius' face gradually stiffened, and his eyes were filled with surprise.

"Even if there's a fight, don't be cruel. Just tie them up with a stun spell or a transfiguration spell." Harry thought for a while, warned him a little more, and lowered the standard a little. He believed in Sirius's temper.

.

Sirius muttered: "What image do you have of me? I'm just here to discuss business, not fight."

"I know." Harry nodded and walked out with Sirius, "If you were going to fight, I would be more at ease. If Uncle Remus is not busy, take him with you."

They left the blacksmith shop and rushed to Professor Flitwick's house.

The courtyard door was open, and when he heard footsteps, Flitwick poked his head out of the room: "I knew it was you, Harry. I thought you would come earlier."

"I went to the blacksmith to repair my armor." Harry replied, "Professor, my godfather should have told you that he also has to learn again."

Flitwick sighed: "Mr. Black is right. I have seen Professor Snape beat me. I mean, I have seen Mr. Black and Professor Snape fight in a duel. It was not even as good as when you just graduated."

Sirius gritted his teeth, being beaten to a pulp by Snape was the most heartbreaking thing for him.

Extra summer tutoring classes are open again.

Professor Flitwick unexpectedly found that he felt much more relaxed now that there was one more person.

Sirius' foundation has deteriorated a lot, and Harry has made great progress this year. He spends more time with Sirius every day, and this godfather is far less hardworking than his godson. In many aspects, he holds the belief that "it's almost enough."

” perfunctory attitude.

If it weren't for Harry's urging, Sirius would have given up the idea long ago.

In the next week.

Day after day passes.

Sirius was being trained by Flitwick, and Harry was practicing by himself. Occasionally, he would sit aside and read the books about Animagus that he found in Potter's old house.

Lupine also took time out to take Sirius to the Ministry of Magic.

Facts have proved that Harry's instructions are very useful.

If it weren't for Lupin's pull, Sirius would have really been able to fight with the Ministry of Magic and the goblins, blowing up the table in the conference room with a blasting spell, which even the repairing spell couldn't repair.

The end result is good.

The Ministry of Magic gave 30% of the profit, and the goblins took 10% of their pitiful profit of only 2.5%, giving Harry 40%.

Fudge admired Harry very much.

His approval rating has been rising recently, almost catching up with the numbers he had when he took office.

Even when Sirius blew up the table, he wasn't that angry.

Dinner tonight.

When Sirius once again boasted about how wise and powerful he was, he "convinced" the Ministry of Magic and the goblins with just a few words.

Lu Ping nodded helplessly and agreed with his words.

Harry spoke and interrupted: "Godfather, how about we start Animagus training tonight?"

"Tonight?" Sirius was stunned, "Let's wait until daytime tomorrow."

"There will be training with Professor Flitwick during the day tomorrow." Harry said, rejecting him.

"To practice Animagus, you still need to continue taking classes with Professor Flitwick?" Sirius frowned.

Harry said: "I may not need it, but Godfather, you do."

"Do you still remember the evaluation the professor gave you?"

Sirius' face fell.

On the first day of training, Professor Flitwick made an evaluation - not even comparable to Harry last year.

Although it was a fact that a godfather was not as good as a godson, saying it so bluntly still made him feel uncomfortable.

"Then let's start tonight." Sirius reluctantly agreed.

Wait until dinner is finished.

Harry waved his wand and moved the table away, leaving a spacious living room.

"You have read a lot of books, so I won't introduce what an Animagus is." Sirius raised his wand with a serious expression.

Harry nodded.

"Although it seems difficult, it is very simple. As long as you are lucky enough, you can usually succeed." Sirius continued, "Gryffindors are fearless, even dirty people like Peter can do it.

, Harry, there’s no reason why you can’t.”

"How did you practice in the first place?" Harry asked.

Sirius looked confused: "Practice, what kind of practice?"

Harry's face was expressionless and he turned to look at Lupin.

But never say that the three of them started the Animagus ritual directly without any practice.

Lupine shook his head helplessly: "They had never practiced before. James brought the book from home, the one you read Harry, in the third grade. They started the ritual in the third grade, but they didn't have much luck.

It won’t be completed until fifth grade.”

"They didn't even finish reading the book. They only wrote down the contents of the ritual. Even the mandrake leaves and the Grimace Hawkmoth were stolen from the professors."
To be continued...