"Potter, Potter--"
At dawn, the soft light dews, and in the early morning in mid-August, a cool breeze penetrates the old window grilles. The fresh air is mixed with a mysterious atmosphere that only belongs to magic. In a gentle call, Harry opened his sleepy eyes.
The process of getting up was very difficult because of the high-intensity 'labor' in the past few days. Harry, who seemed to have experienced Wood's pre-game training, felt that all the muscles and bones in his body were groaning. He struggled to get up and looked at the window with blank eyes. , only to find that he couldn’t see anything clearly.
Gugu--
The mocking cries of Hedwig, who was living in the birdcage hanging on the window, made Harry's stiff brain more active. He groped around the pillow with his hands and muttered,
"My glasses-" Then, Harry noticed a hand holding something and putting it to his nose.
"Um, thank you--"
Harry nodded his thanks and fumbled to put on his glasses. When his vision became clear, he was surprised to find that Professor Blaine was fully dressed and looked like he was about to go out.
"Wait a moment, Professor Blaine, I'll get up right now."
The socks were thrown on the ground beside the edge of the bed, and the clothes were thrown at the end of the bed. Harry opened the quilt and prepared to crawl to the end of the bed to get the clothes. According to his daily habits these days, after getting dressed and going downstairs to have breakfast, Professor Blaine would Take him for a 'walk' in the maze-like alleys on both sides of Diagon Alley.
"Wait, Potter—"
Just as Harry was about to stand up, Professor Braine held down his shoulders, preventing him from moving. Harry blinked and looked up, but was surprised to find that Professor Braine's expression was the same as the one he had been with these days. It was a little different.
Harry couldn't tell exactly what was different. He just had a vague feeling that it was much 'cold', a bit like when Professor Blaine met some young wizards who were overly active in class in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class last semester. expression.
"You can stay in the room and have a good rest now, Potter. I need to go out alone to do something. I want to say hello to you in advance so that you don't find me not in the room when you wake up and look around. "
Facing Potter's confused gaze, Amosta smiled slightly and gave an explanation.
Do something...
Such a vague statement made Harry immediately alert. After a few thoughts flashed through his mind, Harry jumped up from the bed with a loud noise.
"You found him, right?"
Harry's suppressed voice was full of excitement and excitement, "You have found Sirius Black, so you are going to deal with him now?!"
Where is this going? Harry's forced imagination made Amosta dumbfounded.
"We have been together these days, Potter. If I do find out about Black, then you will know about it."
"Oh, it's true--" Harry muttered, stroking his hair that was twitching and unable to stay in place.
"Well, here it is, Potter. I'll be back in about two or three hours. During the time I'm not back, you can wander around to pass the time, but don't leave the Leaky Cauldron."
After giving the solemn instructions, Amosta left the room and disappeared from Harry's sight.
Under the disturbance of the breeze, a strand of hair swayed in front of Harry's eyes, making him a little upset who had not slept well.
The street below the window was very quiet, and he couldn't hear many people coming and going. Harry squinted at the wall clock and realized that it was only early six o'clock. At this time, it was a little early to even go downstairs for breakfast. He took off his glasses and fell down on the bed with a clang. After pulling up the quilt, he put his arms on his eyes to block the already dazzling light.
Tick---
Skip the '12' at the top for seconds, and the time is 6:10.
What on earth did Professor Brain do?
Once consciousness regained consciousness, it would be difficult to fall asleep again. Harry, who was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, could not help but have this question pop up in his mind.
Speaking of which, what does Professor Brain do? This is another question with no answer.
Last semester, Professor Brain told everyone in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class that he was a 'freelance worker' who ran errands for people, looked for potion ingredients, and delivered goods. At that time, few people believed this.
Later, as the course continued, the young wizards had a clearer understanding of Professor Blaine's magical skills. Especially, Harry saw Professor Blaine deal with the snake lightly in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. Weird, Harry was even more certain that it was just a statement to fool them.
His roommate at Hogwarts, Dean Thomas, once speculated that Professor Braine should be a bounty hunter employed by the Ministry of Magic all year round, specializing in hunting down dark wizards and fighting criminals.
This statement is somewhat credible, especially since Professor Braine has now accepted the entrustment of the Minister of Magic to look after him, and he is still so diligently hunting down Sirius Black who escaped from Azkaban Prison.
Harry turned over and faced the wall, his thoughts continuing to wander.
So, Professor Brain's mysterious departure at this time was due to receiving new instructions from the Ministry of Magic?
This is the best possibility, Harry thought.
Speaking of which, he himself had never thought about what kind of job he would have after graduating from Hogwarts.
In school, most of the little wizards around him also lived their lives in this way.
Ron has never mentioned what he wants to do in the future. Harry knows Ron, and he thinks that Ron's only requirement for a job in the future may be to have generous remuneration...
Although this ideal is far from noble, Harry believes that this is not actually Ron's fault.
The Weasley family is indeed the best family Harry has ever seen, but because there are too many children in the family, the Weasley family's financial situation is really bad.
Moreover, Ron has five outstanding brothers above his head, and a little sister below who is doted on by a large family. While he cannot enjoy affluent living conditions, he must also face the distraction of so many brothers and sisters. Mr. and Mrs. Sly's love.
As for his other good friend Hermione, to be honest, among all the young wizards currently studying at Hogwarts, Harry could not find any one who could surpass Hermione in studying hard.
But she did never mention what she wanted to do in the future... Harry thought that Hermione might be able to stay at Hogwarts after graduation and work as a professor... After all, many times, , she is really similar to Professor McGonagall.
Of course, not everyone's understanding of the future is so unclear. Harry knew that Ron's brother, Percy, was determined to work in the Ministry of Magic, and Fred and George were interested in research. I am fascinated by Magic Joke products and I definitely want to continue this 'noble' career in the future.
About himself....
Harry moved his arms and looked at the slightly yellowed wall with wide eyes, thinking quietly.
Entering the Ministry of Magic... Harry is not opposed to becoming a Ministry of Magic official like Mr. Weasley. The only problem is that the Ministry of Magic has very strict requirements for selecting employees, and his performance is a big problem.
Inspired to become a Quidditch star like Wood?
Quidditch is Harry's favorite sport, and if he could become a star, it would be a good choice.
Or...become a free bounty hunter like Professor Brain?
Unconsciously, Harry grinned. Fighting evil was a very cool thing, and this was a good choice, although he could not become as powerful a wizard as Professor Blaine.
Tick-tock--
The second jumped past '12' again, and the time was 6:11.
Wow!
Harry jumped up from the bed and put on his clothes in only ten seconds. He quickly put on his socks before he came, stepped on his heels, slammed the door and left with a clang.
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