The Leaky Cauldron on Charling Cross in London is always so shabby, but the poor tavern environment doesn't affect Old Tom's business, and the good location and excellent reputation make this shabby tavern earn a fortune every month to keep the tavern open. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Old Tom also has some other gray income, it is needless to say that the power of building a tavern at Diagon Alley, one of the entrances and exits of the largest trading place in the British wizarding world, is not to be underestimated.

Two young boys stepped out of an ordinary car and looked around the street, their little heads coming together from time to time to say something.

"I thought you'd come straight to the Leaky Cauldron with Floo powder, but I didn't expect you to choose Muggle transportation......"

Listening to the disdain for Muggles in Draco's tone, Harry subconsciously frowned and said slightly teasingly.

"And the last time we went to peek at a Muggle military exercise together, who was stunned by the high-powered artillery fire and missiles?"

With some embarrassment on his face, Draco retorted, "I'm not stunned, I'm just a little lamented by the power of those Muggle weapons......"

Not ready to continue teasing his friend who had been playing since childhood, Harry's tone revealed a rare sincerity.

"My father once said that the most important thing for a wizard is to have a sane mind. Obviously, because of some personal biases, you can't always look at Muggle things sensibly. ”

"Okay, okay, don't lecture me again, we're here to buy Hogwarts textbooks today, after all, tomorrow is the day of school, don't waste time now!"

Looking at Draco, who had diverted from the subject, Harry chuckled a few times, and after observing that the Muggles around him were not noticing them, his figure flashed and entered the magic circle that shrouded near the Leaky Cauldron.

Old Tom was boredomily wiping a goblet, when the tavern door was suddenly pushed open made him subconsciously raise his head, and before the guests in the tavern could react, they saw that Old Tom had dropped his goblet and walked out from behind the bar with a smile.

"Harry, it's a pleasure for you to be here, what do you need to drink, after all, you can't drink alcohol at your age?"

Old Tom's high voice made the eyes of the entire tavern guests, and after hearing Old Tom's address to Harry, they couldn't help but talk.

"Harry, is that Harry?"

"If you look closely at his forehead, do you see his lightning-shaped scar, which is said to be the wound caused by the mysterious man's 'Avada Suo Curse'!"

"No, no, no, these are small things, the main thing is that he is the son of that man!"

“......”

A chatter entered Harry's ears, making Harry feel quite noisy, shaking his head and declining Tom's invitation, pointing to Draco beside him, and whispering in Tom Sr's ear.

"I'd love to try your specialty drink, but Mr. Malfoy and I don't have a lot of time to buy first year Hogwarts textbooks......"

"Hogwarts, isn't it the Clock Tower House of Bones?" Old Tom was surprised, and with his intelligence network, it was the first time he had heard of this news.

Seeing that Harry didn't mean to explain too much, Old Tom didn't continue to ask, but led the way in front of Harry with respect, and was close to Harry.

"When Lord Romon first came to me, he was about the same age as you...... Sir, please let me see, the guests behind me are still rushing to Diagon Alley!"

Old Tom frowned, and said to the middle-aged wizard in front of him with a red wine trough nose with dissatisfaction.

"Hey, Old Tom, I just want to meet the famous Harry Potter, and if I can, it would be nice to have him sign it for me!"

Harry's face instantly darkened, even Draco looked unkind, and the rest of the people in the tavern were turning their chairs around and looking at the farce with their glasses in hand.

"Hey...... Old Tom, we'll head to Diagon Alley ourselves, and as for this guy, I'll leave it to you to deal with, after all, the arrival of the Skeleton Clock Tower Enforcement Team will probably affect your business......"

Staring at the trough-nosed wizard and sneering twice, Harry pulled Draco directly to squeeze the presumably drunk wizard away, and commanded Old Tom without looking back.

The middle-aged man with a trough-nosed nose still wanted to pull out Harry, but suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder, but when he turned his head, he saw Old Tom's thin palm like a chicken claw, and before he could say anything, Old Tom had already found his wand that he didn't know where to hide, which directly made the soak-nosed wizard lose his defense.

"Very well, you waste has successfully affected Old Tom's good mood, so I decided to take all my bad mood out on you!"

"Don't be afraid, who made you ignore the surname 'Eric'?"

Listening to the voices behind them, Harry and Draco glanced at each other, and opened the door to Diagon Alley in the patio of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, following the way they already knew how to open the door.

After Harry's figure disappeared into the tavern, Old Tom left the tavern with the troughnose wizard like an eagle catching a chicken, leaving the business in the care of the tavern men for the time being.

While the wizards were talking about the wizard's stupidity, and wondering what old Tom would do to teach him a hard lesson, a wizard with a purple turban stood up in a corner of the tavern, ignoring the glances of the other wizards, and stammered with the tavern guy about paying the bill.

Some wizards recognized him as the current professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, Quirinus Quirrell, a wizard who was said to be brilliant and had a solid theoretical knowledge.

The wizard didn't understand why the Hogwarts professor had time to have a drink at the Cauldron when Hogwarts was about to start......

It was only after a long time to find a place where no one was around, and Professor Quirrell whispered uneasily.

"Master, I met Harry Potter, no, should be called Harry Eric ...... now"

"Find your chance, and kill him!whether he's called Harry Potter or Harry Eric!" A voice full of madness and evil came from the back of Professor Quirrell's head, causing Professor Quirrell's whole body to tremble.

"Now you have two tasks, one is to steal the Philosopher's Stone that Dumbledore has hidden, and the other is to seize the plan and kill him, do you understand?!"

"Yes, yes...... Master, I will do my best to accomplish both tasks. ”

Without hearing any more orders, Quirrell resumed his cowering appearance in the tavern and hurried towards the station of nine and three-quarters.