Harry's longing for fire bolts, Louis also understands and empathizes, in his previous life, he often opened the app to sell cars when he was fine, even if he couldn't afford it, he could satisfy his hunger, right?

If it weren't for Louis and Hermione, Harry would have lived here on his own, and he would probably have spent the rest of his days by the firebolts.

Of course, Harry's situation is so better than Louis's previous life that he doesn't know where, at least Harry can really afford to buy fire crossbow arrows at this stage, but he can't afford it.

Don't underestimate Harry, the small treasury that the Potter family has accumulated by selling shampoo for so many years has to have hundreds of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands.

The following days were nothing peculiar, and every day was either shopping or on the way to shop. Catherine and Hermione have a strong desire to buy, and every day they take Christasza through Diagon Alley for a shopping spree.

The homework was not to be done, and Louis's homework was handed over to Christasza, and the dragon maid was really angry.

Today's weather is relatively hot, the temperature is as high as 28 degrees Celsius, in order to cool off, the group chose to sit outside the Flolin cold drink shop and eat some ice cream to cool off.

Luis is a big fan of their chocolate ball ice cream, but unfortunately the chocolate ball is not sold alone, but only with a chocolate ball when buying tri-color ice cream, which makes him a little depressed.

Catherine, who doted on him, forked away the vanilla and original flavors he didn't like, and put her own and Christasza's chocolate balls in front of Louis, which brought a smile back on his face.

"What do you eat at night?" Harry asked as he scooped the ice cream with his spoon, and he followed through to the end the rule of self-reflection.

At this moment, someone tried to call his name, and he looked back and saw that it was Ron.

"I found you and asked Tom that you were out playing." Ron sat next to Hermione and grabbed Hermione's shoulders with a big grin, and my sister thought of going to Egypt, this kid actually got the hang of it?

Hermione's cheeks flushed, but she didn't stop Ron's movements.

He was carrying a large pile of books in his hand, and Christasza took them and stuffed them into her space backpack.

"You just bought the books, and last week we bought everything we needed for school." Harry's tone was not undeniable, "School starts tomorrow, and you'll be late enough to come back......

"That's why we're spending the night at the Leaky Cauldron tonight, and you can come with us to King's Cross tomorrow." Ron said, putting his head on Hermione's shoulder.

Then he pulled a slender box from his backpack and opened it, "Look, a brand new wand, fourteen inches long, wicker, with a unicorn's tail hair—oh, thanks to Louis, thanks to your credits......" he said, looking at Louis.

Louis didn't say anything, and the hand around Catherine's neck gave Ron a thumbs up.

Harry looked at the two couples in front of him, and suddenly felt a little redundant.

When you are full, you are also full of dog food......

"It's almost my birthday, and my parents gave me ten gold gallons to choose something for myself, so I should celebrate my birthday in advance." Hermione looked at her purse.

With that, Ron patted her on the other shoulder and pulled out a beautifully packaged set of books from his backpack.

It is a complete set of ancient magic scripts to learn.

Hermione looked at her boyfriend's carefully selected gift and pounced on him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Oh, Ronnie." Hermione was overjoyed.

"Your birthday present, I was going to give it to you on your birthday, but since you mentioned it, I can't wait." Ron said with a smirk.

Harry felt a little sick to his stomach.

"I think I should go buy an owl." Hermione let go of Ron and thought for a moment, "I mean, Louis has his Emerys, Harry has his Hedwig, and you have Errol—"

"I don't." Ron hurriedly said, "Errol belongs to our family, all I have

It's just a speck."

With that, he pulled out his pet rat from his pocket, "I want to send it for a check-up, I feel like he's in Egypt."

Spotted looked thinner than before, and even his beard was visibly drooping.

"There's a Fantastic Beast shop over there." Catherine pointed over there, "You can see if it's time to buy something for your rat, and Hermione can buy an owl there."

"Yes!" Ron quickly stood up and urged everyone to go that way.

The shop was cramped inside, every inch of the wall was crammed with cages, and the shop was smelly and noisy, and Catherine frowned and dragged Christasa out, intending to wait for them outside.

Christasza doesn't like this smell either, as a dragon, her sense of smell is very sensitive.

There is a large cage on the counter with silky black rats inside, playing a bouncing game with their long bald tails.

Ron approached the counter, pulled out the blob and handed it over, "This is my number, it's been in a bit of a bad state since I brought it to Egypt and back, I wonder if it's not adaptable?"

"Put it on the counter." The witch said, pulling a heavy pair of black glasses from her pocket. The rats in the cage looked at the spots on the counter, stopped playing bouncing games, and huddled in the cages close to the direction of the spots, staring at it intently, and making chirping sounds.

Spotted looked scarred, and compared to the oily and slippery rats in the cage, it looked very sad.

"How old is this mouse?" The witch said, clutching Spotted and picking it up.

"I don't know." Ron replied, "It turned out to be my brother's pet."

"What is it capable of?" The witch asked, examining Spotted.

"It's especially good for sleeping." Ron replied without thinking.

The witch's eyes shifted from its speckled ears to its front paws, missing a toe. The witch made a slurping sound and sighed, "It looks like it's suffered a lot...... You don't expect an ordinary rat like this to live for more than three years."

"I'd suggest you try a more viable creature as soon as possible, but if you don't want to, you can try this potion." The witch said, reaching out and pulling out a small red bottle from under the counter.

"What kind of potion is this? How much does it cost?" Ron's eyes were a little straight, he thought that the spot was hopeless, but suddenly such a good thing appeared, it looked very powerful, and the liquid in the red vial was even slightly shining.

"Rats tonic, a bottle of seven silver sike." The witch replied, and the two of them paid the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other, very simply.

Now Ron is sitting on a few hundred credits, and he doesn't have to worry about money at all, money is basically not a big problem for him, and he can even subsidize his family.

Ron got his supplement, and looked back to see that Louis was gone.

When he looked for it again, he happened to see three people walking towards him.

Hermione happily carried a cage containing a beautiful, brownish-yellow owl.

"I want to call it Casey, do you think it sounds good?" Hermione asked, grinning, carrying the cage.

"Oh, no, don't." Louis hurriedly stopped her: "I advise you to change your name......

"Why?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

Luis pointed to Catherine, who was whispering to Christasza, "I often call it Catherine, and if you don't want to be upside down, I'd suggest you change your name......

"Just call her Amy." Hermione was so careful that she immediately changed the name of the owl.

If you don't change it, you can't do it, Catherine is the biggest bully.

When they returned to the Leaky Cauldron, they found Mr. Wesley sitting in the corner of the bar, reading the Daily Prophet.

"Louis! Catherine! Harry! Hermione! How are you?" He looked up and smiled

with them.

"Very good, thank you." The four replied in unison.

Harry sat down, Mr. Wesley put down the newspaper, and Harry saw Sirius Black's familiar picture staring at him.

"Haven't they caught him yet?" Harry asked.

"Nope." Mr. Wesley replied, looking extremely serious. "In the Ministry, they told us to leave what we were doing to find him, and as you can see, we don't have that luck yet."

Harry became intrigued, "If we catch him, will we be rewarded?" It would be best to get some more money—"

"Don't talk nonsense, Harry." Mr. Wesley said that if he looked closely, he looked nervous, "Blake will not be caught by a thirteen-year-old boy, it will be the guards of Azkaban who will capture him back, you remember my words."

At this moment, Mrs. Wesley also came over, carrying many of the things she had bought, followed by her children, Twins, Ginny, and Percy, who had just been elected president of the student council.

Ginny had always liked Harry, especially when she saw Ron and Hermione farming on the side, and the way she looked at Harry was different, there was a strong fire burning in it.

"Hello." Percy held out his hand solemnly, looking very serious.

"Hello, Percy." Harry couldn't help but laugh and shook Percy's hand.

Louis, who was on the side, hurriedly buried his face in Catherine's chest and laughed deliciously, but he didn't make a sound, only he and Catherine could hear it.

"Oh, Louis, what are you doing!" Mrs. Wesley hurriedly walked over and pulled Louis's head out of Catherine's arms, "We're still outside, how can you two do this?" The impact is so bad!"

Louis didn't say anything, and pointed to Ron, who was feeding each other cakes with Hermione.

Mrs. Wesley crossed her waist and said unhappily, "The two of them are just feeding each other something to eat, you two...... It's infuriating!"

"I'm sorry, Aunt Molly." Louis was very good at admitting his mistakes, and so was Catherine, saying that she was too indulgent to Louis.

Mrs. Wesley was not really angry, nor was she nosy, she really treated Louis and Catherine as her own children, so she would stop their immoral intimacy in public.

While Mrs. Weasley greeted everyone, Mr. Wesley called out to Harry.

"Shall I talk to you?"

Harry stood up in confusion and followed Mr. Wesley to the side.

"Looking forward to the new semester?" Mr. Wesley said something to ease the tension.

"It's okay." Harry didn't know what Mr. Wesley was going to say to him, but he was a little nervous - maybe it was the words that made him angry?

"Harry, there may be some people in the Ministry of Magic who will be very opposed to me revealing this to you, but I think you should know the truth." At this point, Mr. Wesley looked around and continued, "You're in danger right now...... Great danger!"

Harry couldn't fix that, he looked up and frowned and asked, "Danger? What danger can I have?"

As he spoke, he saw the Blake wanted notice posted on the bar wall, and he had an idea: "This has something to do with Sirius Blake, isn't it, sir?"

Mr. Wesley looked back, left and right, and asked Harry, "How much do you know about Sirius Black?"

"All I know is that he escaped from Azkaban." Harry said a word of nonsense.

"Do you know why?" Mr. Wesley stared straight at him.

Harry shook his head and said he didn't know.

Mr. Wesley replied slowly, "Thirteen years ago, when you stopped—" At this point, he paused suddenly.

"Voldemort's time?" Harry asked.

"Don't mention his name." Mr. Wesley hit

A shudder: "When you stop ......," he said, his hand still gesturing: "When the mystery man was the man, Blake lost everything, but he is still a faithful servant, so in his eyes, you are the only one standing in the way in the middle, preventing the mystery man from coming back."

"That's why he escaped from Azkaban and came to you."

"Then kill me." Harry said, his tone very calm, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him.

It's not a big deal that he can be so calm, after all, no one can be hunted down by the biggest big devil in the world since he was a year old, and it is not a big deal to be hunted down by the big devil who was killed by him now.

Oh yes, it's not the anti-killing of the big devil, it's the counter-killing of the big devil twice.

The mentality of young people is good.

Mr. Wesley took a deep breath and admonished him earnestly, "Harry, I want you to promise me that you don't go to Blake whatever you hear......

"Mr. Weasley......" Harry asked, somewhat puzzled, "why would I find someone who wanted to kill me?"

Mr. Wesley didn't say anything, just patted Harry on the shoulder.

"As long as you remember what I said, alright, now let's go back Harry, Molly and they must have been in a hurry."