The next day, Lawrence stepped into the Amazing Zoo in Diagon Alley, a small shop full of cages, all kinds of toads, owls, huge turtles, and orange snails crawling slowly in glass boxes, leaving unknown traces where they passed.

"Chameleon ......" muttered Lawrence, his gaze swept over a flock of noisy crows, and he spotted a large ginger cat staring at a group of black mice playing with their tails, as if thinking about how to open the cage,

"Hey, what you're trying to do isn't that legitimate." Lawrence looked at the cat and couldn't help but say this, the cat turned its head, its face was a little flattened, and it looked grumpy, as if accusing Lawrence of interrupting his leisure activities,

"I'm just telling the truth, huh?" Lawrence didn't care if the cat could understand it, he couldn't help but complain, the cat didn't look over, Lawrence swore he heard it make a noise in disdain,

"Crookshank has been in our shop for a long time," the clerk said, "He's a big smart cat, but no one wants to buy it because of his appearance."

"Your name is Crookshan?" Lawrence held out a hand to him, but Crookhill pulled Lawrence's hand away, and he let out a threatening cry, apparently blaming Lawrence for interrupting his leisure activities.

"He doesn't seem to want me to buy it." Lawrence found it so funny,

"Oh, it doesn't matter, we have a lot of different cats here......" the clerk gushed about, but Lawrence just shook his head,

"I'll come again," Lawrence said with a laugh, "I'll bring anyone interested, and hopefully you'll find a master who wants to follow him."

Crookhill purred as if in agreement, Lawrence didn't look at any other pets, and after seeing such a big cat, he didn't feel so satisfied with the other pets, he walked back to the Leaky Cauldron, borrowed an owl from the owner, Tom, and sent a thank you note and a box of cookies to Professor McGonagall, who remembered that Professor McGonagall had the same snacks in his office,

The days passed quickly, and as July drew to a close, the British Ministry of Magic made a major mistake and held Sirius, a major prisoner in Azkaban. Blake, who escaped from the wizard's prison, has his portrait plastered on every wall of Diagon Alley, a thin man with shoulder-length tousled hair,

The surname "Black......" Lawrence knew the oldest pure-blood family in England, and in the last war, the direct family was devastated, Sirius. Blake is the only surviving direct member of the line,

One night a few days later, an unexpected guest came to the Leaky Cauldron, the current Minister of Magic in England, Cornelius. Fudge

"Minister, why are you here?" Lawrence asked curiously, he was eating dinner, Fudge was wearing his pinstriped coat, looking a little anxious,

"Oh, Lawrence, it's a pleasure to see you," Fudge said enthusiastically, patting Lawrence on the shoulder, "Oh bad, it's bad."

"Worse than Blake's?" Lawrence pointed to the newspapers, which now report daily in the Daily Prophet about Sirius. Blake's news, every day there is chaotic news coming,

"Well—" Fudge sighed, "Harry just blew his aunt into a balloon—"

"Huh?" Lawrence was stunned and blurted out, "Even if you want to practice magic, you should have to wait until school starts, right?"

"It's—uh-huh! No, as far as we know, it seems that his aunt provoked him and made Harry a little out of control," Fudge cleared his throat and said, "By the time the Ministry's remembrifier arrived, Harry was nowhere to be found, and based on the Knight's Bus's records, the car had stopped around there, and we judged that Harry might have taken the Knight's Bus."

"This is the destination?" Lawrence asked,

"Yes, you know, even if we stop the car, the Knight's Bus will still take Harry to his destination according to the deed of carriage, unless someone is willing to pay the price for the breach of contract," Fudge paused and continued, "but in our position, we don't intend to punish Harry, so I'll wait for him here."

"Minister, I'd like to ask about Sirius. Blake's thing," Lawrence asked, "how did he come to be identified as a supporter of Voldemort in the first place?" I have not found any records of the Tribunal—"

"Oh my God, yes yes, of course you can't find a record of it," Fudge said with some trepidation when he heard the name, "Blake was not tried at all after he was caught, so naturally there would be no court record—"

"No judgment?" Lawrence hesitated,

"I know what you're trying to say, kid, in fact, not many people were brought to Azkaban in those horrible times, and of course, it may be that some people were innocent," Fudge said, "but I must say that we have testimony from Principal Dunburidos, who confirmed that Blake was a Potter's keeper of secrets, and even that it was Blake who confirmed the death of the Porters to Headmaster Dunburidore after the defeat of 'the man who could not be named.'"

"Huh?" Lawrence was startled, and the memory that Dunbury had shown him suddenly flashed through his mind, the big silver dog, and the panicked man's voice, (Note 1)

"Not to mention the murder of Peter Pettigrew and the twelve Muggles," Fudge looked affirmative, "I was one of the few people who was the first to show up, Blake was standing in the bombed-out streets, laughing maniacally, and Peter Pettigrew was left with that little wreckage - that little finger."

"And he didn't defend himself when he was arrested, he just laughed and cried," Fudge seemed to be in the mood, gushing in, "I think he must be crazy, isn't he?"

Lawrence didn't answer, and at this moment there was a loud sound of brakes outside the bar, and Fudge jumped up from his seat,

"It must be Harry's arrival, oh, Lawrence," Fudge said hastily, "Please don't tell Harry what I just said, we believe Blake is targeting Harry—"

"What?" Lawrence was shocked, this is not good news,

"I was there to inspect Azkaban before Black's escape," Fudge straightened his coat, "I was surprised and disturbed, he seemed so normal, the Dementors didn't seem to affect him too much, he even asked me for a newspaper, and the jailers heard him say something a few days before he escaped......

"What's that?"

"'That boy—at Hogwarts.'" I guess now you can understand why the Ministry of Magic is so nervous about Harry's situation, right?" Fudge smiled and said to Lawrence, "Come along?" I don't think Harry would be so nervous when he saw someone he was familiar with."

Fudge turned and walked out of the bar, and Lawrence thought about it and followed him, and they went to meet Harry together, and after that day, the Leaky Cauldron had another guest who stayed with Lawrence.

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Author's Note: I thought about it, Crookshank Hill is better off being taken care of by Hermione!

Note 1: Volume 1, Chapter 3, "The Day in Memory".

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