The early meal at the Leaky Cauldron was unpalatable, not comparable to Hogwarts, and even Harry always felt that the food here smelled of rags.But he hadn't tasted a single bite of an egg for three days in a row.Therefore, no matter how unpalatable the food was, he still feasted on it, and then drank two large glasses of milk.Compared to the first time he came to the Leaky Cauldron and was watched like a rare animal, Harry now felt like a roadside pedestrian, and no one paid attention to him at all, at most he looked at the lightning scar on his forehead from a distance, and nothing more.The adult wizards who had been drinking here didn't know if they had been drinking since last night or if they had come here early in the morning to drink, and Harry could only hear that their current conversation was about Hermione Granger.Studying at seven houses in one year, and getting excellent grades in all of them, something that Dumbledore had never done, the Daily Prophet seemed to have been bought, and she played Miss Granger in a different way.Some wizards even brought several foreign newspapers, including the New York Ghost, to promote Hermione's contribution to the development of friendship among the younger generations of the world.Not to mention that some rumors from the school have also spread through the wizarding world, and it is now widely believed that she is like the reincarnation of Lady Ravenclaw, the hope for the future of Britain.Harry had no idea what was going on, how could one person go to school in seven places at the same time?
He asked Sirius, who was eating a sandwich next to him, and the other party obviously knew what he was relying on, but it was just inconvenient to tell Harry, and the deliberate digression made Sirius's expression look funny: "Ahem, no, that, there is a Quidditch World Cup final in a few days, do you want to watch it?"
”"Of course, Godfather."
Harry didn't ask again, curiously.After eating, Harry had walked the familiar path from the patio behind the bar into Diagon Alley, a familiar path that Harry had already walked a few times, and returning to the wizarding world made him feel like he had come to life.Only this time, the Godfather took him to a shop he hadn't been in for the past few years, next to the Ollivanders Wand Shop, Wilson's Alchemy Automatic Wand Shop.There are many reasons why he hasn't been there, on the one hand, Harry has been growing up in a Muggle family, he knows guns, and he doesn't think that such things as gun shops should be for children, and no matter how you look at it, it's all consumer fraud, right?
Talking about the gun as an automatic wand Not to mention that this is still a shop run by a professor, students will always be afraid of the teacher, and no one wants to be caught by the professor during the holidays.However, to Harry's surprise, when he opened the door and looked inside, it was not only Professor Wilson, but many other teachers at Hogwarts today.Dumbledore was looking into the muzzle of a pistol with interest; Professor McGonagall was reprimanding a few clerks, with a look of hatred on her face; Snape sat in the corner of the shop, grimacing; Professor Flitwick was behind the counter talking to Professor Wilson, but was too short to see his people and could only hear voices.Harry found out that Ron's family was also here, and most of them were, namely the Weasleys, plus Ron and Ginny, and the two students seemed very uncomfortable on such an occasion, but Mr.
Weasley couldn't put it down with an assault rifle."
Go ahead, I'll talk to the headmaster."
Sirius nudged Harry on the back and motioned for him to play with his classmates, which Harry had long hoped for, as he saw Ron writing a reply to himself with his pen on his shoulder, and Hedwig on his shoulder spotted Harry before he did."
Why are you here?"
Harry leaned in, greeted the Weasleys, and leaned closer to Ron's ear.Ron spread his hands in annoyance, and he took the opportunity to tear the letter to shreds: "I was about to write you a reply to ask about it, but I was caught by my mother early this morning, and without saying a word, I was stuffed into the fireplace, and I am still dizzy." ”"My godfather told me that he was going to his brother's funeral."
Harry answered the question and said hello to Ginny, but the little girl only smiled politely, still looking in the direction of the door, as if waiting for Hermione to come in.Ron rolled his eyes and shrunk back in his chair boredly, "But I've never heard of my family being so close to the Black family, you know, we're hostile to most pure-blood lunatics. ”"I don't know, but I know I'm going to be driven crazy at home."
Harry huddled up to Ron, and the two sat next to each other in a chair, "Is there anything fun here?"
Did you take the wizard to chess?
I think the adults will have to talk for a while. ”Ron seemed to be reminded, and he pulled Harry to his feet, not forgetting to grab his sister: "I almost forgot, our family arrived first, I asked Professor Wilson, and he said that when you come we can go to the basement to play, there is a shooting range, just like Miss Granger's special shooting range at school."
I don't quite understand what kind of place it is, but the professor said you'll play, let's go there, right?
”Harry was a fart, he'd seen someone shoot him on TV, but he'd never touched it himself.Immediately, however, a slave servant who had been taught by Professor McGonagall and had been taught by Professor McGonagall came over and offered to provide guidance to the apprentices.Harry was also impressed, and after asking the permission of the professor and godfather, he took Ron and Ginny to the basement to play.In the dark corner of the basement, there was a bald old man with a smile on his face, which was very strange, but when they played with guns, he applied an iron armor charm to them to protect the safety of several people.Harry didn't care about the man who looked like a custodian or a guard, he knew that the pistol was easier to use, so he played with it decently under the guidance of the clerk.After fighting for a while, he happily waved the gun in his hand after finally hitting the humanoid paper target with difficulty: "Ron!
You see!
This thing works so much better than a wand!
”"Yummy!
Let me try it too. ”The red-haired boy felt his blood gushing just by hearing the gunshot, and he couldn't control his hands anymore."
Looks like you've made up your mind."
Su Ming approached Sirius's side and handed him a cigarette, and the two began to swallow the clouds, and almost at the same time, another slave who had been scolded by Professor McGonagall took the opportunity to get out and took the initiative to bring the ashtray."
Yes, we had a meeting, and the principal and I both approved of your approach, after all, everything is risky."
Sirius took a hard drag on his cigarette, his face very confused, "I know a bit about Muggles, when they get sick, they go to a specialist for a treatment called 'surgery', and this is also the way to cure and save people. ”Su Ming smiled and nodded, that's all it takes for now, and then wait for the opportunity of the Goblet of Fire.He patted Sirius on the arm, "Wait for Lupin and the others, I think we'll settle Regulus before twelve o'clock in the afternoon." ”Sirius rubbed his face vigorously, "Are you sure it's best to bury him in a Muggle graveyard?"
”"Of course, after all, the thief who stole the body has not been caught yet, and the wizarding cemetery is not safe now, what better place to be reliable than a Muggle church close to your house?"
Su Ming slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and the smile on his face also subsided a lot, and he looked very serious: "Don't worry, although we can't hype this matter, and the people who attend the funeral are limited to reliable members of the Order of the Phoenix, I guarantee that Regulus will definitely go very beautifully, but I chartered a plane and specially invited a professional team for him from Ghana, Africa."