Even though it was past eleven o'clock, the environment in the bar was no different from the daytime - it seemed that there was some kind of constant magic here, and it was always shrouded in darkness.
But even so, Harry still spotted Peter at first sight.
To be honest, even when sitting in front of the bar, it was easy for everyone to ignore the short and fat man, but the boy felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity after seeing him, as if he had been with him for a long time.
Maybe Harry really had the gift of precognition, and his feeling was right again this time.
Peter had spent time with him, but Harry obviously failed to connect the man in front of him with Ron's hairless mouse.
"Oh, thank God! You guys are finally here. I thought there was an accident and was about to go back to Hogwarts to inform Dumbledore."
Hearing the creak of the wooden door, Peter spotted the two and ran over with an agility that was seriously inconsistent with his body.
"Professor Scamander, this is Harry, isn't it?"
Peter struck up a conversation with Aini, his eyes immediately fell on the boy, and his words began to tremble "unconsciously".
"It's so similar, you and James look so much alike, but their eyes are exactly the same as Lily's. Correct update@I'm sorry that I haven't been able to... in more than ten years..."
As he spoke, Peter's voice became increasingly blurry, and finally only the sobs he tried to endure were left, which made Aini have to praise his acting skills.
Facing the man's sad cry, Harry stood helpless and looked at the professor for help.
"Calm down, Mr. Pedillo. Harry needs to rest now. If you have any questions, we'll talk to you tomorrow. I'm going to take him to the room first."
Perhaps because he was too immersed in the performance, or because he was really emotionally moved, Peter opened his arms as if to hug Harry, but soon his body stiffened, and he turned around and walked towards the bar.
When the two of them stepped onto the stairs, Peter followed, holding a tray full of candies and snacks.
"The food here is not very refined. If you are hungry at night, just have some snacks."
Peter said with a flattering smile. Before he could say anything more, several people heard a cough from the bar.
Apparently, Tom wasn't too happy about someone denigrating his craft in his bar.
Since the establishment of the Leaky Cauldron, the magical world has not always been so stable. In order to entertain certain special guests, some rooms have been reinforced by successive store managers.藲忿尛螞网
Room 11 had the most complete defense measures, so it was natural for Harry to stay here tonight.
Thanks to Lily's outstanding contributions, most wizards in England who did not side with Voldemort were willing to provide some convenience to Harry.
Some people may find it ridiculous that a group of wizards with extraordinary abilities would regard as their savior a baby that any one of them could easily kill.
Is it really the truth? Can't anyone see what's wrong?
Not really.
It's just that after the long darkness has passed, people need a hope, a hope that can resist the horror from coming again.
Lily is very good, but she is dead. People who are frightened need a thought to tell themselves that the war is over, the devil has fallen, and they still have heroes.
Therefore, Harry always received kindness from strangers. Before he was eleven years old, he would sometimes be startled by strange people who appeared out of nowhere.
This situation improved after I entered Hogwarts to study. Well, I encountered too many and got used to it.
However, none of them were as strange as the man in front of him. The fiery eyes made Harry feel like a thorn in his back, and the hair on his hair was about to explode.
But Peter's performance was indeed full of kindness. The boy was a little ashamed of his reaction, but he just felt awkward.
Fortunately, there wasn't much space upstairs, so they arrived at their destination within a few steps.
"Have a good rest, Harry. I live next door. We will set off early tomorrow morning."
Ani took out the boy's luggage and then looked at Peter, "Mr. Peddiru, he needs to rest now. There will be plenty of time to catch up on old times when we get to Hogwarts."
"You're right, Professor Scamander. Good night then, Harry, and don't starve yourself."
Peter held the edge of the tray and handed it to the boy, then reluctantly walked out the door.
"Good night. (This chapter is not finished yet!)
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, Professor Scamander, good night, Mr. Pedillo. "
Putting the tray on the bedside table, Harry suddenly remembered that he hadn't thanked the other party yet, but at this moment Ani closed the door.
"Bang~"
The boy photographed himself on the bed and was instantly attracted by the God of Sleep.
Forget it, let’s thank you next time we meet. Why did Ani just say that they had a lot of time together after arriving at Hogwarts? Could it be...
Before he could finish thinking about the last question, Harry lay on the bed and fell asleep.
Outside the door, Aini fainted after throwing a soft version, and looked at Peter Pettigrew expressionlessly.
"Don't get me wrong, it was Dumbledore who arranged for me to come. He asked me to come here first and book a room for Harry."
Locked with the other party's gaze, Peter felt like he was facing a fire dragon that was about to exhale, and he hurriedly explained the purpose of coming.
"That child is the son of my best friend, and Black has given me amnesia for twelve years. There is no way I can help him deal with Harry."
Seeing that Ani was still silent, Peter continued to explain while taking off the glove on his right hand, revealing a palm with one finger missing.
"How could I possibly suspect you of being Blake's accomplice?!"
Ani had a look of astonishment on his face, as if he was shocked by Peter's thoughts.
"Ah, this..."
Peter was speechless, suspicious. He came here with impure motives, and Aini's attitude was very different from before. Coupled with the real sense of oppression on the other party, he subconsciously wanted to say something to explain.
After seeing Aini's performance, he wanted to slap himself.
Peter, Peter, no one knows that you are a Death Eater, no one knows that the Dark Lord is in your chest, and no one knows that Black will never attack Harry. It is you who wants to deal with the child.
After muttering to himself in his mind, Peter regained his composure and said calmly, "Your expression just now was so scary. I just recovered my memory not long ago. The war seemed like just yesterday. I thought..."
"I'm sorry, I just thought of something else. Let's go down and have a drink and chat. Don't worry, the war is over long ago. Make your life easier."
The two went downstairs, found a corner, and ordered another bottle of sherry.
"Pediloo, Harry is still a child and shouldn't get involved in the grudges of the previous generation. I know it's a little unkind to say this. After all, you and his father are good friends, and Black..., but I'm worried that some things will happen too soon. The disclosure would be counterproductive."
"Don't worry, I won't tell him about Black. Otherwise, as you are worried, Harry might have thoughts of revenge, which would put him in danger."
Peter thought he had figured out the reason why Ani had a straight face just now, and he felt relieved. In his eyes, kind people are always easier to deal with.
Even if the other party's entanglement was to take care of his mood, Peter still looked down on Aini.
He is most accustomed to using other people's sympathy and pity, which are sharper weapons than magic.
Some people are really alive when they are alive. .
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