The Ministry of Magic seemed to have nothing to do with Harry, the unruly man. After writing several letters to Harry in a row, the Ministry of Magic's Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic never wrote to Harry again.
To be honest, if it were anyone else, maybe an Auror would have come to talk to him by now, Rangoose. When faced with a little devil with a full stack of BUFFs, Fudge, as the leader, took the lead in giving in, and the following staff Naturally, he pretended not to see it.
Isn't the world of adults full of all kinds of compromises and exchanges of interests? In the case of Sirius Black, the subsequent impact of the tough-minded Dumbledore and Grindelwald is directly related to Sirius. All of them have become trouble that no one in the Ministry of Magic wants to cause.
The Ministry of Magic has covered up the deaths of four people one after another. Those unlucky people who did not intend to return the Black family property have all committed suicide at their own doorsteps. There is no Wiccan Party, there is no Wiccan Party. The wizarding world in England There has never been a Wiccan enforcer wearing strange armor with a huge Deathly Hallows tattoo on his back.
An underage wizard does not waste time playing around during the holidays, but practices magic and learns knowledge seriously at home. How can such a thing be considered a violation, right? If Fudge hadn't been busy with his affairs recently, he would have wanted to come to him and deliver a banner saying, "Be independent, self-disciplined, diligent in learning and disciplined."
After the 'ghost' incident at home was over, Dudley was finally able to sleep peacefully. Two days later, his aunt and uncle who went on a business trip to France also came back with large and small bags. They were beaming with their two children at home. The young man shared his joy. Uncle Vernon signed two big orders for drilling rigs in a row this month. If everything goes well, the Dursley family will take another solid step forward in the ranks of the middle class.
"You've only been back for a week, Harry, why are you leaving again?"
Aunt Petunia looked at Harry who was enjoying his meal at the dining table, and touched his head with some reluctance.
"I will be back at Christmas, and I won't forget to ask Hedwig to bring you a letter. And isn't there another day? I'm going to Diagon Alley to buy books today, why don't you go and read them too?"
Diagon Alley allows young wizards from Muggle families to bring their parents with them. It is also one of the few areas in the wizarding world that is semi-public to certain Muggles.
"We can go too?!"
Dudley, who still had half a pie in his mouth, suddenly raised his head and stared at Harry blankly.
"Of course, but just don't tell other people. The magical world is still a secret from ordinary people, but as my relatives, of course you can."
"If you let something slip in your sleep, maybe an Auror will suddenly appear in front of you and modify your memory."
"Eh~" Dudley had a hint of disgust on his face, "Changing memories? You wizards are really evil."
"So, the place where our group of evil guys are located needs to be separated from people who don't know magic, otherwise trouble is bound to happen."
Harry shrugged. Magic had too great an advantage against ordinary people, especially when sneaking around.
"To be honest, the wizarding world is not as good as you think. At least in England, we will not continue to use the outdated regulations from more than a hundred years ago to manage today's society, and the Ministry of Magic actually doesn't even bother to update the regulations regularly."
"What impact does this have?" Dudley asked, somewhat confused.
"For example, if the legal provisions were still the same as they were hundreds of years ago." Harry pointed to the garden outside, "There would be a few Nicos lying on the ground picking cotton."
"Pfft~cough cough cough." Dudley choked and his face turned red.
"I'm not talking nonsense. The wizarding world in England is still living in the Middle Ages. If I didn't need to buy books, I wouldn't bother to go to Diagon Alley. Can you imagine a bar where the floor hasn't been cleaned for at least ten years? And we want to To get there, you have to walk across the sticky floor and then take the door next to the trash can to go to the medieval shopping street."
"It's 100% historic. Those houses were built at least three centuries ago, and they definitely have a sense of history."
Harry complained without hesitation and tore apart part of the mystery about the wizarding world. After finishing breakfast, Uncle Vernon was very sorry that he could not go with him. He had been promoted and had a lot of things to do, so Aunt Petunia He and Dudley followed Harry towards downtown London.
Although he was driving without a license, Harry was not worried at all that he would be stopped by the police for questioning. When school started last year, he was almost five and a half feet tall, and a year later, he ate an unknown amount of magical creature meat that exploded with energy. After drinking countless bottles of body-strengthening potions, he grew eight inches in one year, and had jumped to nearly 1.9 meters. With his bronzed muscles, anyone would believe that he was twenty-two. .
That big elbow was leaning against the window. The policeman who weighed two to three hundred pounds in the London area really didn't dare to casually step forward to interrogate Harry, who was driving with one hand.
"Here we are."
After parking the car in the parking area, Harry took them to the side of a video store and pointed to the empty wall in front of him.
"Is there a door here?"
Dudley, who looked suspicious, reached out and touched, but he only touched the hard wall.
"A bit of magic to hide from others." Harry smiled at his cousin, and then opened the shabby oak door of the Leaky Cauldron.
After stepping into this dim space, Dudley and Petunia couldn't help but look around, but the dilapidated sight they saw quickly made them lose interest. The Leaky Cauldron was still the same as last year, with zero Scattered customers were drinking small drinks and smoking cigarettes in the bar. The slovenly drinkers and the slovenly bar were in perfect harmony.
Aunt Petunia, who has a mysophobia, turned pale at the moment. The first moment she stepped on the sticky floor, she immediately regretted it.
"I'd better wait for you outside."
Aunt Petunia, who was covering her mouth and trying not to retching, said weakly. The magical world she had longed for when she was a child was completely shattered at this moment.
"Go and see Diagon Alley before walking? It's much cleaner inside."
Biting her lip and hesitating for a moment, Petunia sighed and shook her head gently, "I'm not a wizard anyway, forget it, let Dudley go shopping with you."
"I'm going to the mall outside to buy you two pieces of clothing. You've grown so much this year, and the ones in the closet don't fit anymore."
She touched Harry's head lovingly, and then walked out through the unclosed door without looking back.
"Mom was scared away."
Dudley shrugged and was speechless, but he also knew that his mother was mysophobic, and the strange soft touch under his feet made Dudley a little uncomfortable, let alone her.
"Then let's go back quickly so as not to keep aunt waiting too long."
The deformed and separated wall bricks on both sides gave way to a wide path. When seeing such a scene, Dudley's impression of the wizarding world became a little better, and the scene outside the brick arch was similar to what Harry described.
He was looking at it with great interest as he walked on the ancient streets. However, after removing the freshness brought by magic, the commercial street full of pedestrians began to become ordinary. Except for the Quidditch boutique, which can make people Apart from his bright eyes, he started to feel a little bored following Harry from door to door to buy materials.
"Hey, Harry! Are you wizards also star-struck?"
After coming out of the grocery store selling equipment and potion ingredients, Dudley pointed at the Flourish and Blotts Bookstore where crowds gathered in the distance and asked strangely.
"Uh, maybe?"
Looking at the eye-catching magic banner hanging, Harry couldn't help but curl his lips. He specially chose the last day of his vacation to come to Diagon Alley because he didn't want to meet that bad thing.
Harry very much hoped that Remus Lupin would be the person to replace Grindelwald and teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts in the second year. However, the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts was indeed somewhat problematic. Grindelwald finished teaching for a whole year without any problems, but he was Grindelwald after all!
He is the largest dark wizard in Europe today. Voldemort is cruel, but he is dead after all, but Grindelwald is still alive and well. Of course, a dead Dark Lord's curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts position will not matter Just because there is a living dark wizard, just because he can do it, doesn't mean that others can handle it too.
After all, it is an old tradition at Hogwarts that one Defense Against the Dark Arts professor dies or becomes disabled every year. It has been like this for decades and has never changed. People are even saying: Even Glinde Guys like Waugh only taught for one year, so maybe the curse is even worse now.
Ever since, it was just a matter of choosing a sacrifice from the Azka class. Oh no, Dumbledore, who was choosing a professor, could only choose a tall man among a very small number of short men. Those who risked their lives for the high monthly salary of 500 galleons. Almost all the people who come here are not capable people, because the people who are not afraid of death and have the ability have been almost exhausted in the past few decades. Many of the remaining crooked melons and jujubes have just died in Hog. Watts, then blackmailed the idea of a large sum of gold into the cover letter.
Our handsome, famous best-selling author with shining white teeth and charming smile - Gilderoy Lockhart, naturally became the general among the dwarves. After all, others are here to extort money, but Lockhart is here for fame.
Before he was sure that Lockhart was a good-for-nothing idiot, his character as a traveler was still very stable. What's more, even if his strength was a bit lacking (Dumbledore knew that there was something wrong with the story in the book), But he came here for fame, at least he wouldn't think about ruining his reputation, right?
With this chance, Dumbledore selected this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
"I can still teach myself Defense Against the Dark Arts"
Looking at Lockhart shining in the crowd, Harry covered his forehead in pain, "After I find out what happened to the awakened person, I will immediately transfer to Durmstrang, Hogwarts." We can’t stay in this place any longer.”
When the tall Harry was about to squeeze through the crowd, a cry of surprise sounded from the front. After Lockhart saw the tattoo on Harry's forehead clearly, he jumped up and shouted: "Isn't this Harry Potter? !”
As a fame hunter, the reason why Lockhart is willing to go to Hogwarts is for Harry. This is the Boy Who Lived, the savior of England. If he can know that Harry enrolled in school last year, then Lockhart's job search The letter would have been sent a year earlier. The sooner the savior's popularity was raised, the better. If he went there after a few years, Harry, who had already become cold, would be of no use.
Lockhart's calculations were very precise. After all, his dream was to become a world-famous celebrity, a big celebrity!
The main reason why he held a book signing at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore was to use the name of the Hogwarts professor to promote and sell books, but more importantly, he wanted to meet Harry here, and then drag him to take a photo with him. Everyone knew that he would be the teacher of the savior, and asked the newspaper reporter to post the photo on the front page of the Daily Prophet. Writing a book could only get him the front page of "Wizard Weekly", and something like the Daily Prophet He couldn't even make the front page of a newspaper whose audience was countless times larger than Wizarding Weekly's because of his own fame.
But if you add Harry, a boy who is still hot as a savior, then the headlines will be a matter of grabs.
The crowd made a way, murmuring excitedly, and Lockhart rushed forward quickly. He wanted to grab Harry's arm and pull him forward, but Harry, who was like an iron tower, was not something he could pull. Harry's hand didn't even move. No matter how hard Lockhart tried, it was still as steady as a mountain.
"Ahaha" Lockhart, whose face turned red, laughed a little, and then put on his enthusiastic expression again, "You must be here to buy my book!"
"What a wonderful thing this is, of course I know, I-"
"Eh? Eh? Eh?"
Before Lockhart could start to nuzzle Harry, Harry, who just ignored him and walked forward, interrupted all his words. The real owner turned around and walked away. If he stayed here and talked about it, wouldn't he really become a clown?
"It seems that our Harry Potter is a little shy, maybe he hasn't gotten used to such enthusiastic people yet."
Lockhart paved the way for Harry with a charming smile, blinking several times as if to indicate something to Harry.
""Wandering with Werewolves""
Harry said as he glanced at the stack of books Lockhart had placed on the table.
"So this is the one you like!"
Lockhart, who immediately beamed, took out the book without hesitation. As long as Harry would talk to him, he would be able to stand and absorb the heat. While putting the book into Harry's hand, he With a wink in a certain direction, a photographer holding a camera hurriedly stepped forward.
"No, I mean, I can kill a werewolf with one punch."
Harry showed a pale smile, which made Lockhart's scalp tingle.
"Here, you must be joking."
"No, I'm serious."
Harry pointed to the other books on the table and called them one by one:
"Ghouls, ghosts, hags, vampires, werewolves, I can guarantee that I will kill all the guys in the book with one punch. XZ Snowman will probably take some effort. This guy is over two meters tall and has great strength. , I estimate that it will take me a few minutes of beating to defeat it, but the troll is not good, the troll is too strong for me, but a simple confusion spell can make the troll knock itself out with a stick."
The crowd that was whispering suddenly fell silent. Hearing this monster-like speech, they began to doubt their life.
"Go deal with some challenging guys."
Harry smiled kindly and patted Lockhart on the shoulder. Harry, who could punch more than half a ton in weight now, did not fully withdraw his strength. Suddenly, Lockhart's knees weakened and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.
"These little ones are for children. I'm sorry, but I have no interest in your story books."
"You're a magician." Harry glanced at Lockhart's new book that was on sale at the moment. "You don't seem to be that good at dealing with these little guys?"
"Come on Dudley, buy your textbooks and let's go buy some snacks. Bibi's multi-flavor beans are delicious, you have to try them."
Click click click~
The flash flashed along with the smoke, and the photographer who kept pressing the shutter button faithfully recorded everything that happened at this moment. The excited reporter even thought of the title!
"Shock! What the famous best-selling author Gilderoy Lockhart has to say about the Boy-Who-Lived! 》
"Kindergarten Killer or Brave Traveler?" An adventure biography reduced to a storybook, told by Harry Potter himself"
(End of chapter)
