The days after leaving the Dursleys and temporarily staying in the Leaky Cauldron were much more pleasant than he had imagined. Over the years, he had rarely experienced such an unfettered summer vacation life. He could sleep every morning until the sun had breathed out its scorching breath. , lazily went downstairs to have breakfast, chewing slices of bread while looking at the other passers-by passing by the bar.
Because of Sirius's escape from prison, the business of the Leaky Cauldron has plummeted. Moreover, the wizards staying here are becoming more and more weird. Most of them like to hide their appearance in a large black cloak or a circle after circle. Under the bandage.
These people would hide in corners or behind the wooden pillars supporting the bar, order a glass of wine, and sit there all day long staring at the passers-by.
Harry once asked Professor Blaine what these weird wizards were doing.
"Competitors, Potter, these are my competitors."
Professor Brain stared at the wizards fiercely, gritted his teeth, and gave an answer that made him confused.
In the first few days, Harry spent the next few days preparing for the next school year, taking out living expenses from Gringotts, replenishing potion materials, buying new robes, and buying textbooks for the next school year - so Harry figured out why Hagrid She would send him a disturbing-looking magic book and happily say that it would come in handy.
With Professor Blaine's guidance, Harry easily figured out what to write for his summer homework for the two courses that troubled him the most - History of Magic and Potions.
A week later, Harry, who had made all preparations for the start of school, was ready to enjoy the wonderful summer vacation. However, Professor Blaine's behavior became strange.
After getting up every day, he would take Harry around Diagon Alley, not in the bustling commercial streets, but in those remote alleys where no one passed by. He would let Harry go around those alleys by himself. Go around, while hanging far behind.
This was really puzzling. Harry didn't want to waste his time exploring Diagon Alley. He wanted to visit the busy shops, especially the Quidditch boutique, where, haha Leigh saw what he had wanted most in his life.
"The fastest broomsticks in the world, the International Club of Ireland has just placed an order for seven of these exquisite broomsticks!" the shop owner yelled vigorously, "They are the darlings of this World Cup!"
"Stop it, Potter!"
Amosta pulled Harry out of the crowd and noticed the longing in his eyes. Amosta glanced at the display broom with a lack of interest.
"We still have business to do!"
Harry looked at the Firebolt reluctantly, and only when he was far away did he look at Professor Blaine 'sadly' and 'with tears streaming down his face'.
"Are you expecting Sirius Black to attack me?"
"Oh!" Amosta showed a surprised expression, "You are much smarter than I thought, Potter. I thought you couldn't figure it out!"
Harry: ........
"Don't be so downcast, Harry?"
Amosta put his arm around Harry's shoulders affectionately and said,
"We are working on a more noble cause. Think about it, if the two of us catch Blake quickly, then we can prevent more innocent people from being harmed by Blake!"
Harry: ........
"All right!"
Looking at Harry who was a little emotional, Amosta frowned and said heartbrokenly,
"Firebolt, okay, no problem! As long as you can seduce Blake and let me rescue the wizarding world shrouded in black's terror cloud, I will buy you one with my own money!"
Harry's heart beat unsatisfactorily. He wanted to tell Professor Blaine that there was no need to do anything because he already had a very good broomstick. However, his body obviously wanted to be more honest. After listening to Blaine After the professor agreed, his legs refused to obey him at all, and he supported his body and jumped into the gloomy alley with a whoosh.
But obviously, Black was not so stupid as to be surprising. Amosta and Harry tried this for a week, and the result was nothing.
Harry didn't care about this, but as the start of school approached, Amosta gradually became troubled.
Once Potter returns to Hogwarts and returns to Dumbledore's protection, it will not be so easy to make such a large amount of money, unless he himself returns to that school and stares at it all day. With Porter.
In the dark hotel, Amosta turned to look at Potter, who was snoring slightly, and quietly thought about what to do next.
To be honest, if Amosta wanted to go back, it would be a very simple matter.
For example, he can apply for a job as a professor of Defense Against Dark Arts... Although the voodoo dolls are gone, he can buy two centaurs or vampires with strong vitality from the underground world and use some advanced black magic methods. Transferring curses... Also, Professor Kettleburn from the Care of Magical Creatures class seems to have retired. Although he is not an expert in this field, he still has no problem fooling the little wizard by following the instructions.
Or, simply ask that guy Foley to help communicate with the school board and let him return to Hogwarts as the castle security consultant...
Tsk tsk, castle security officer--Amosta Brain?
In the darkness, Amosta grinned. This head was not as good as the Inquisitor. He didn't sound very classy, a bit like Filch, the castle administrator...
The above are all just boring jokes from Amosta. That night a few months ago, after the showdown between him and Dumbledore at the Black Lake, Amosta understood what Dumbledore felt about him. If he wanted to return to Hogwarts, all he had to do was write a letter and Dumbledore would be happy to do so.
However, when I thought of Dumbledore standing behind his desk, his blue eyes shining under the firelight, looking at himself who had "returned from the lost way", he opened his arms and showed a "kind and gentle" smile, and said Saying the words 'Welcome back to Hogwarts', Amosta had a disgusting urge to vomit.
"Even if you go back!"
Amosta turned over and stared at the bright full moon outside the window, muttering viciously.
"Only if Old Dumbledore comes to visit in person, confesses himself, sincerely apologizes, earnestly invites me, and promises to pay me a salary according to the principal level, then I will consider it at my discretion!"
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