"Yes," Fudge said irritably, "well, I'm glad the knight's bus got Harry here, but he and I must go to the Leaky Cauldron now......"

Fudge added to the pressure on Harry's shoulders, and Harry found himself being pushed into the small bar. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info a man with a bent back and a lantern in his hand appeared in the doorway behind the bar.

Van Lin watched the sudden Minister of Magic warily, knowing that Animagus was not easy to detect, as long as he acted like an animal enough.

Van Lin had to crawl on Harry's shoulder, and he went around Harry's neck, looking panicked.

This is Tom, a wrinkled-faced, toothless boss. "You've found him, Minister!" said Tom, "what do you want to drink?

"Maybe a pot of tea. Fudge said, still not letting Harry go. There was a shuffling and blowing sound behind them, and Thornpark and Ernne appeared, with Harry's suitcase and Hedwig's cage, looking around excitedly.

"Why didn't you tell us you were Harry Potter, Neville?" said Sampark, smiling at Harry as Ern's owl-like face stared with interest over Stan's shoulder.

"Ask for a private room, Tom. Fudge said bluntly.

"Goodbye. Harry said pitifully to Stan and Ern, as Tom motioned to Fudge for him to leave the bar and go down the aisle.

"Goodbye, Neville!" called Sanpark. Fudge forced Harry to follow Tom's lantern down the narrow passage, and they walked into a small seat.

Tom flicked his fingers, and a fire lit up in the fireplace, and he bowed and left. "Sit down, Harry. Fudge said, gesturing to a chair next to the fire. Harry sat down.

Despite the fire, he felt goosebumps on his arm. Fudge took off his pinstriped robe, tossed it aside, then quickly pulled up the pants of his dark green suit and sat down across from Harry. "I'm Cornelius Fudge, Harry. Minister of Magic. Of course Harry already knew, he had seen Fudge once before, but he was wearing his father's invisibility cloak at the time, and he couldn't let Fudge know about it.

Van Lin lay on his stomach, wanting to see if the British Minister of Magic was really as confused as he remembered......

Tom, the barkeeper, reappeared, adding an apron over his pajamas and bringing tea and baked bread from a tray.

He placed the tray on the table between Fudge and Harry, left the private seat, and closed the door with him.

"All right, Harry," Fudge said, pouring out the tea, "I'm not afraid you know, you've made us panic." Running out of your aunt and uncle's house like this! I thought it was ...... But you didn't have an accident, that's what matters. Fudge buttered his scones and pushed the plate towards Harry.

"Eat, Harry, you look lifeless. Right now...... You'll be glad to hear how we solved Miss Maggie's unfortunate blow-up. A few hours earlier, two members of the Contingency Reversal Department had been ordered to Privet Road. Miss Maggie recovered, and her memories were adjusted. She doesn't remember it. That's the way it is. No harm was caused. ”

Fudge smiled at Harry from the edge of his teacup, like an uncle looking at his beloved nephew.

Harry didn't believe his ears, he opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't think of what to say, so he had to close his mouth.

"Where did you spend the remaining two weeks of vacation. I suggest you open a room in the Leaky Cauldron Bar and ......"

"Wait a minute...... Harry hastily acquired, which startled Vanlin, "What about my punishment, I mean, it's just ......"

"Disposition?"

"Yes," Harry said, "I have violated the law restricting the use of magic by minors......"

Van Lin pouted, this decree is useless, many pure-blood wizarding families will not care about this poor decree, of course, you can't cast a spell with a wand in front of a Muggle, and Harry ......

Van Lin suddenly thought about why Harry was always discovered, not only Dunbrido, but also the Ministry of Magic had sent people to spy on Harry, which was why Sirius was discovered so quickly.

Thinking of this, Van Lin's body was a little stiff, and I hope the Ministry of Magic wouldn't care about an ordinary ferret......

"Oh, dear child, we will not punish you for such a trivial matter!" said Fogu, impatiently waving his baked dough.

"That's a coincidence! we're not going to send people to Azkaban just to blow up Auntie!" But those words didn't fit in with Harry's past dealings with the Ministry of Magic.

Van Lin pouted to himself, they were only spying on Harry, and more because of Sirius's escape, they didn't want Harry to be involved.

"Last year, I received a formal warning just because my uncle's house-elf broke a piece of pudding!" Harry said with a frown. "The Ministry of Magic says that if I do any more magic there, Hogwarts will expel me!"

Unless Harry's eyes had deceived him, as Fudge suddenly looked embarrassed.

"Things change all the time, Harry...... In the current situation...... What we have to think about is...... You don't want to be expelled, do you?"

"Of course not. Harry said.

"Well, then why are you panicking?" Fudge laughed easily, "Well, get a slice of baked dough, Harry, let me go find Tom and get you a house." ”

With that, Fudge walked out, and Van Lin was crouched on Harry's lap, who couldn't leave yet.

After a while, Fudge returned to normal, and he arranged for Harry to be in room eleven.

"Room Eleven is empty, Harry," said Fudge, "and I think you'll be comfortable there." There's only one thing, and I think you'll understand: you don't want to wander around Muggle London, okay? just stay in Diagon Alley and don't go out, and you have to come back every day before dark. You surely understand why. Tom will keep an eye on you for me. ”

"Well," Harry said slowly, "but why?"

"We don't want to lose you again, do we want to?" Fudge laughed, "No, no...... We'd better know where you are...... I mean......"

Fudge cleared his throat loudly and picked up his pinstriped robe.

"Okay, I'm leaving, busy, you know. ”

"Do you have any news of Sirius Black?" Harry asked suddenly, and Van Lin was also concerned about it.

Fudge's fingers slid over the silver clasp of his robes.

"What do you mean? Oh, you hear you—well, no, not yet, but that's just a question of time. The Azkaban guards have never failed...... They were furious this time, more than I ever knew. Fudge shuddered a little.

"Alright, Harry...... There's still work to be done at the Ministry of Magic, and I think I'm going to have to leave. Fudge said awkwardly, "Tom!"

Fudge waved his hand and motioned for Tom to take Harry away, and he hurried out.

"Mr. Harry Potter, please ...... here"