It's normal to make friends.

But it's not normal to put it on Legnack.

That goblin has a very twisted personality, unless he is willing to carry the banner of "rebelling against humans and restoring goblins" with him, let alone becoming friends with him, it is impossible to talk a few more words.

"Leprechaun?" Harry asked.

Hawke shook his head, "No, no, no, they're tall, about five or six feet long, I mean tall." ”

"Humans?" Harry looked surprised.

Hawke nodded: "It should be human, of course, it could be Meiwa"

"Fairies don't get into heat with Meiwa." Harry whispered, "Are you sure it's really five or six feet tall?" ”

Hawke's face turned red: "Mr. Potter, we are a little smaller than humans, but we never have any perception of length, we are goblins, goblins are the most sensitive to these things, as soon as we open our eyes, we can see how long and heavy a thing is, we will never be mistaken!" ”

"Humans." Emmeline frowned and sighed, "It reminds me of something bad." ”

"Death Eaters." Sirius used his brain, "It can't be the Death Eaters who are in contact with it, right?" ”

Harry and Lupin didn't speak.

But the two of them had heavy faces, and it was clear that this time they had the same opinion as Sirius.

"What are you kidding?" The voice of the Ministry of Magic wizard was terrified, "Death Eaters? If there are Death Eaters, you still have to play."

Harry interrupted him and turned his head to look, "We didn't want you to listen, if you don't want to listen, you shouldn't hear if you don't want to listen, okay?" ”

The vertical pupils are indifferent, and it is difficult to see emotions.

The wizard couldn't help but shudder, buried his head, and didn't dare to look at him.

"A few days ago?" Harry asked him.

Hawke snapped his fingers and counted, "Seventy-five hours ago." He told the exact time.

Three days

Harry frowned.

A wizard is a highly mobile being, even for an hour, it is possible to travel from Tiannan to Haibei, let alone three days.

"Looking for it?" Sirius looked at Harry and asked.

Harry shook his head, "No. ”

He paused slightly, his gaze stroked over the Ministry of Magic officials, and then continued to look at Hawke: "Then how to calculate the share of the revenue that I talked about with the Ministry of Magic before?" ”

Hawke was stunned and clenched the notebook in his hand.

No one answered, leaving Harry frowning and a nasal "um" raised.

"The blacksmith shop is gone." The wizard replied tremblingly.

Harry's eyes sharpened, "So, what do you mean?" ”

"There's no revenue sharing." The wizard took a deep breath.

Harry nodded, "I know, not anymore, I asked the previous one." ”

The wizard shook his head: "The previous bills have all been sealed"

"Aha." Harry took a step forward, "So that's not what you mean by not giving me that part of the proceeds?" ”

The wizard didn't speak, he didn't dare to speak.

Harry walked up to them and with a flick of his wand, the vines that bound their wrists unraveled.

A witch behind him subconsciously raised her hand, but as soon as she was halfway up, she was quickly pressed down by the eye next to her.

"I thought you were going to be the first to do it to me." Harry's tone was calm.

The wizard gritted his teeth.

The wizard behind him, holding his colleague's arm, spoke, "Mr. Potter, you're not a wanted criminal for the Ministry of Magic right now. ”

"The Daily Prophet would love to write me and Professor Dumbledore as the biggest liars in the wizarding world." Harry raised his wand and played with it in his hand, but no matter how he turned it, the tip of the wand kept pointing at them, "I thought the Ministry of Magic had convicted us of fraud. ”

The three of them didn't dare to speak, they looked at Harry's wand in horror.

It was this wand that, that night, brutally killed "the twelve".

"Go back and tell Fudge to have the money ready when I go to the Ministry of Magic and play that game of house with him." Harry said softly, "I don't want to have to do something to hurt our friendship. ”

The faces of the three turned slightly green.

Friendship?

When was there a friendship between the Ministry of Magic and Mr. Potter?

Is there any misunderstanding Mr. Potter?!

Harry chuckled and walked over to Sirius and walked out of the blacksmith with them.

"Really not going to Legnack?" Lupin lowered his voice and glanced back at the door of the blacksmith's shop that was closing.

Harry grabbed Lupin's wrist: "Go back, leave this matter to the professionals." ”

They cast their illusions and returned to Grimmauld Place, entering the old Black House.

Hermione and Ron had already packed up and waited for Harry to come back and go to Diagon Alley together, accompanied by Arthur and Emmeline, as well as an unexpected character - Rita Skeeter.

"Mr. Potter." Rita Ladybug had a greasy, flattering smile on her face.

"Why are you here?" Harry asked her, "Is there an investigation into Senior Tom's business?" ”

Rita stiffened her smile and shook her head with difficulty.

Arthur opened his mouth and explained to her: "Miss Skeeter was called by me, and Lovegood happened to take his daughter to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies today, so I simply made an appointment to meet Miss Skeeter and him." ”

Harry, who had just returned, didn't get any rest, so he followed them to Diagon Alley.

Grimmauld Place and the Leaky Cauldron Bar are not far away, so you don't need to apparage, and choosing to ride in Mr. Arthur's car and drive in the neighborhood of ordinary people is the safest way to do it.

Sirius begged to get his hands dirty and get his hands dirty.

Arthur's mind was still clear, and no matter how he died, he didn't give him the duties of "driver".

Flying in the sky doesn't matter, no matter how much an accident happens, it's just a turn in the air, a collision with a tree, and a close contact with a bird.

But this time I drove, I won't go to heaven, if something accidentally happens, they wizards won't have a problem, and those ordinary people can't say it's good.

This made Sirius very disappointed, he was very experienced in driving, he had already driven twice!

"Arthur, it's not good for you to do this!" After getting into the car, Sirius, who was sitting in the passenger seat, kept chattering.

Arthur drove cautiously, keeping his speed below 25 mph, provoking the cars behind him to honk their horns and respond to him, "I'm fine." ”

"Hurry up, everyone behind is urging!" Sirius couldn't wait to put his foot on the gas.

Arthur shook his head: "No, it's safe, there are three little wizards in the car." ”

As he spoke, he paused: "And the speed limit on this road is 25 to 40 miles, and I have absolutely no problem with this speed." ”

Hermione was surprised: "Uncle Arthur even knows the speed limit?" ”

"Of course!" Arthur grabbed himself by the waist and said in a smug tone, "I've learned how to drive a Muggle car myself, and I've memorized all the traffic rules." ”

Sirius was a little dazed: "What traffic rules?" ”

There is also a chapter in the evening, which is guaranteed to be 4k

(End of chapter)