The night at the Leaky Cauldron was probably the most restful night Harry had slept in these days, he was so tired, these days, when the nerves were tense, it was hard to feel tired, but at this time he relaxed, all the tiredness and fatigue came towards him, like wave after wave, continuous waves, Harry was powerless to resist, in the small room was not comfortable single bed/shang, plunged into sleep.

In the dream, he returned to Hogwarts, to his friends, and everyone was around him, Ron, Hermione, Hagrid, Sirius, his godfather, Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, probably Ginny, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and many others—

But the dream did not last long, and he was cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and then found himself in a long, narrow corridor, pitch black, flanked by locked doors.

Again, again this dream, Harry knew that at the end of the corridor was a dead end, and every door was tightly locked, but this time there seemed to be something different, a hissing sound, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters.

"Poole?" Harry shouted tentatively, echoing through the empty hallway, wanton, no one answering, a chill enveloped Harry again, his nose smelled the smell of human flesh being cooked, and vaguely, the long passage seemed to have come to an end, and a cauldron was steaming and steaming - Harry foresaw what was there.

A thin and tall black-robed man was slowly standing up from the pot, he was like a poisonous snake, slowly, slowly revealing his head, neck, white skin, and then his body, he had a pair of white and slender fingers.

No, don't let him out, Harry begged, but to no avail, the figure was slowly turning, Harry could imagine what it would be like, he had seen it all in countless nightmares and that chaotic night, and he couldn't understand why he had to suffer this over and over again, it was about to torture Harry to madness.

The face was still turning, it must have been paler than a skeleton, with two large red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake, and two slits in its nostrils...... Harry could have foreseen this, he had already seen it once on that terrible night!

Please, don't let him turn around, please...... Oh, my God...... Let him drown in the pot......

Harry pleaded and prayed, but to no avail, the face finally turned, but it was very different from what Harry had imagined.

It was a face that Harry was all too familiar with, silver hair and long beard long enough to fit into the belt of his predecessor, a pair of bright blue eyes shining behind the half-moon lenses, his nose was long, but it was crooked, as if it had been broken several times, Harry could not be more familiar with this face, but he was numb, as if countless needles had pierced into his pores, trying to escape but unable to move, forcing him to scream

"Dumbledore! - Don't! ”

Harry slammed himself out of bed/hang, the covers on his body lifted off the floor, gasping for air, sweat on his forehead.

"Are you having nightmares?" Perched on the small cabinet next to the single bed, Poole didn't know when he woke up, whether he had been awake all night or woken up by his own screams, Harry couldn't think for a moment, he shook his hands, wiped the sweat from his sideburns and forehead.

"You're too tired, it's not a good thing to dream—" Poole twisted and climbed up over the distance between the barbed and the bed oddly across Harry's knees, leaning over Harry's knees, staring straight at Harry with snake eyes.

"Why are you called Dumbledore? Isn't he the principal of your school? ”

Harry tiredly turned his head away and avoided Poole's question, the faint light from the curtains reminding Harry that it was already dawn outside.

"If you don't want to go back to sleep, get up, and we'll not be noticeable while it's still early."

Poole didn't ask any further, and Harry sat on the bed/sahng dumbfounded, his head down, looking at his hands.

Why did he have such a dream, if he said that walking in that dark and long corridor, it was no stranger, he had been dreaming this dream for the past few weeks, then the figure that should have been Voldemort who stood up from the cauldron became Dumbledore, which made Harry feel puzzled, he didn't want to explore the deeper reasons for this dream, maybe dream interpretation was Professor Trelawney's specialty, or maybe he vaguely understood something, but he didn't want to think in that direction.

Stooping over to pick up the quilt that had been kicked to the ground and throwing it back to the bed/shang, Harry hurriedly washed up, put the tattered jeans and jacket he had worn before into the suitcase, and took out two unworn clothes from it and put them in his robe, which took him less than five minutes.

Over the years, Harry had become more and more efficient in this regard, as if he had become accustomed to this kind of life.

Poole consciously slipped into his clothes, and although Harry felt cold, he gradually became familiar with this way of getting along, and Poole was the only creature who accompanied him now.

Hastily draped his robes, lifted his hood, and covered his head, Harry thought for a long time, hid the fire bolts and the chest under the bed, and only took a small bag of coins from Gringotts last night, he thought for a long time, since he was looking for a way to use his magic, and the address of the godfather, he didn't have to drag the broomstick around, that would be really cumbersome.

Coming out of the guest room, stepping on the fine staircase and turning downstairs, there was no one in the small bar, it was already half dawn at the moment, but the summer sun always came out early, in fact, it was probably only about six o'clock, and there were quite a few Muggles walking around the street outside the bar, and Harry heard the sound of hello coming from behind him

"Good morning, sir—how did you sleep last night?" Tom, the owner, hunched over his bare head cleaner than the glass he was wiping, Harry slowly walked over to the bar, throwing two silver sicos on top.

"Get me some breakfast." He was dumbfounded, he hadn't eaten anything serious in the past few days, not even a hot dish in a long time, and Harry's appetite was starting to whet at the thought of steaming soup and oatmeal.

"No problem—"

Tom slowly accepted the coin, put the glass down, and disappeared from Harry's sight, and after a while he returned, with a tray in his hand, and Harry saw steaming milk, which was in a large glass that usually holds beer, and the milky white milk could be felt just by looking at it.

Tom put the plate in front of Harry, and without asking, he flashed and left the bar again, and Harry was the only one in the tavern, and in addition to milk, there was a large bowl of golden corn chips, two slices of toast, an omelette, a sausage, and a small bowl of rice pudding.

Harry's index finger moved, the heat from the food alone was enough to attract him, he hadn't eaten a hot meal in a long time.

It took less than ten minutes to wipe out a tray of breakfast, and Harry felt like he could eat the next one, the nachos were fragrant and crunchy, and they tasted great in milk, and Harry would have wanted to order another if it weren't for the fact that people were coming into the bar or coming down from the stairs and Tom was back at the bar.

"Don't forget, I haven't eaten yet." As he left the front desk and walked around the patio in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron, Poole grumbled in Harry's shirt.

"Didn't you eat half a sausage—"

"Half a root, oh my God, you drank a big glass of milk by yourself, ate a big bowl of corn chips, and swept away the omelette, bread, and even that strange thing that was soft and collapsed, and only gave me half a sausage?"

Harry blushed a little, he touched his nose and muttered apologetically, "At most, I'll make it up to you when we go to Diagon Alley, there's a lot of food there......"

As he spoke, he pulled out his wand and knocked the way to Diagon Alley, as he had done last night.

If Harry had only taken a quick look at Diagon Alley when he had bought the books and wands needed for Hogwarts, this time he had a comprehensive understanding of the street that could be regarded as the center of London's Wizarding World, selling a wide variety of things.

Harry was about to be dazzled, but after wandering the streets all morning, his eyes were not missing, but he didn't find anything Harry could use, he needed those means that would allow him to cast spells, or escape from the Ministry of Magic, as for Sirius's news, to be honest, Harry didn't have much hope, he hoped that the godfather would take the initiative to find him.

"Maybe we should go down another street, where there are more bizarre things, and maybe we'll find something useful."

Poole suggested that Harry was dizzy from the hot sun, and it was much sadder to hide in his hood, and he almost fainted from heat stroke several times. It wasn't until Harry felt a little better after buying an ice cream from Volkswagen's ice cream parlor.

He still spoke in a suffrage of voices, as Mr. Volksko had seen Harry during the summer vacation of his third year, when Harry had to finish his thesis assignment outside the ice cream parlour, and at that time, Florin would bring him a free ice cream every half hour, and help him with his homework on the history of magic, telling him about the burning of witches in the Middle Ages.

"But...... It's not a good place to be. Harry hesitated, he knew that the other street Poole was talking about was Tumbledown Alley, but his impression of it was terrible, and the bad memories of using Floo powder for the first time were still indelible in Harry's mind.

"You've knocked out the staff of the Ministry of Magic, aren't you still afraid of toppling the dominatrix in Alley?"

Poole's hissing voice seemed to mock, but Harry calmed down, and before he knew it, they had passed the Gringotts Wizarding Bank and came to a twisted and winding path with a few rotten signs on it that had been erased, and the other end of the road seemed to be shrouded in mist that could not be seen clearly.

Harry tightened his robes and turned and stepped into the alley, "Then let's take a look here." ”

As he said this, as if he were emboldening himself, through the winding narrow lanes, Harry finally found himself in a dirty alley, and the gloomy shops seemed to be all dark magic shops, Harry's heart went numb, thinking that if he was really expelled from Hogwarts and hunted down by the Ministry of Magic, maybe he would really have to spend the rest of his life in such a place?

He shuddered in his heart, and forcibly pulled himself out of such thoughts, and walked briskly forward without looking at the eerie wilted human heads displayed in the shop window, and the huge spiders crawling all over the ground under black pressure in the big cage.

"Hey, hey, what can you find useful in this way-" Poole stopped him, but Harry walked faster and faster, and with a "bang", he bumped into the man in front of him as he passed through a dark doorway.

"Wow" Harry's hood was knocked off, revealing his face, and he hit two ragged wizards, one with a blank face and crooked eyes, Harry had heard Professor Lupin say that those wizards who used vicious curses were sometimes eaten by magic, so many dark wizards would look strange in their faces.

The man in front of him seemed to be like this, he looked at Harry's gaze was emitting a scorching heat, compared to him, Snape's eyes were even kinder than him, and the other wizard had a bare head and was shorter, about the same height as Harry, missing a front tooth, and looked at Harry with a somewhat dull smirk, this smile was about to look at Harry's creeps.

"Kid, aren't you lost?"

The man with crooked eyes said in a broken gong-like voice, and Harry subconsciously stepped away to avoid the dirty arm that was stretched out.

"Your wand, with your wand—" Poole reminded in his arms.

The bald and smirking wizard, hearing the neighing of the pit viper, seemed to have come to his senses at once, and jumped up and pointed at Harry and shouted:

"Snake, he has a snake in his arms!"

Harry scrambled to pull his wand out of his trouser pocket, but a small hard wooden stick was pressed against his waist, and the crooked-mouthed wizard laughed dryly, letting out a shrill laugh

"We just wanted to ask you...... Go sit with us...... Or talk about the pet in your arms...... How do I sell ......?"

Harry felt a wave of nausea, he even suspected that the wand pointing at him was a slug, a slimy feeling, maybe something on it, just as Harry was anxiously not knowing what to do, suddenly a familiar shout came from the alleyway

"Harry——!?"

Harry was startled and subconsciously wanted to put his hood on, but as he looked up, he froze.

"Hermione!?"

At the other end of the alley, behind the two ragged wizards, Hermione was staring blankly at Harry, she was wearing a red velvet robe, she looked very energetic, and next to him stood a boy, with a typical oriental face, black hair and black eyes, wearing a black robe, but with two strange insignia embroidered on his chest, one was a small snake entrenched, hissing and spitting letters, and the other Harry had a little resemblance to Durmstrand's school crest.

Of course Harry knew him, he was his former best friend, and the person who made him feel the most complicated now, Ning An.

The two of them were followed by a little girl about ten years old, staring at Harry with big cute eyes.

Harry was embarrassed and embarrassed, he would rather give up all the gold in the vault than run into Hermione and Ning An in this situation.