Of course, Kingsley had met many people with different faces and personalities.

Neville's ability to act as a man of determination and valor does not detract from his ability to act as a man of determination.

It just made him feel a little twisted in his heart.

The gossip outside is really unbelievable, Neville is not as cowardly as those people rumor, he is completely a qualified Gryffindor, as for poor grades, this is normal, like Harry, Hermione, and Ron are Gryffindor outliers.

How many of the lion cubs can sit down and study?

Good little lions never care about learning, like George and Fred.

Maybe it's just some subject that pulls him back.

pity

Still, he rejected himself.

What's going on at Hogwarts now?

In my own class, most of the outstanding students of Gryffindor wanted to pursue careers after graduation, and the Aurors were the first. But now he thinks that none of Gryffindor's best young wizards want to be an Auror.

What's going on!

He sighed and straddled the motorcycle.

Tonks watched from the sidelines, a little at a loss: "Harry, what should I do, squeeze with you?" ”

Harry waved his wand.

The sidecar conjured up and linked to the left of the moto: "Tonks, you sit here." ”

Tonks pursed his lips, climbed in, and squatted with his knees crossed.

The Sorting Hat swayed, "It's a little uncomfortable to be left and right, or Harry, you can change it on the right." ”

"Drive." Harry slapped him again.

He muttered and flew up, the throttle roaring.

"It turns out that the motorcycle that gave Arthur and them a headache was yours." Kingsley looked down at the brightly lit Hogsmeade beneath him, and the quiet and deep Hogwarts Castle.

"Do you hear that?" Harry spoke, poking his horn down.

The Sorting Hat reluctantly replied, "That's not my problem, you can't keep a motorcycle at home all day, it's not fair and it's not healthy." ”

"I remember you were a hat." Harry reminded it.

The sorting hat headlights flashed: "It doesn't affect that I'm a free motorcycle now, Godric envy me, he now pesters Albus in the office all day, let him find a way to turn himself into a motorcycle, at least be free." ”

Kingsley and Tonks agreed, raising their hands and plugging their ears.

Don't listen, don't listen

This kind of thing they can listen to?

The Sorting Hat was fast, and its flying skills were honed day after day, and in less than twenty minutes they were stopped in the alley next to the Leaky Cauldron.

"It doesn't feel so fast." Kingsley got out of the car.

"Next time you can invite the Sorting Hat for a flight without magical protection." Harry also came down, and the witcher senses that a few ordinary people walked by outside the alley, and a few wild cats jumped on the eaves.

There is no magical breath.

Including in the Leaky Cauldron Bar not far away.

"Harry, put the sidecar away." The motorcycle twists the rear wheel.

Harry waved his wand, and as soon as Tonks came out of the sidecar, it turned back into a rock and smashed it onto the ground.

"Put me away again, and I'll go and see it too." He yelled again, his breath turning, and he returned to his hat.

In the blink of an eye, the motorcycle became unremarkable.

The hat around Harry's waist came alive as he took a deep breath and shook the tip of his hat, "Oh, it's been a long time. ”

"He's reminded me of our first time."

As he spoke, the words stopped abruptly, and it shouted incredulously, "Harry, what did you stuff into me!" ”

"I thought you wouldn't use this body again." Harry was right.

The Sorting Hat gritted his teeth: "How can it not be used, this is with me for a thousand years!" I'm not the kind of hat that likes the new and hates the old. ”

"Really?" Harry whispered, "Dear Mr. Sorting Hat, how many times have you been back in your old body since you got that new body on your motorcycle, except for the start of school?" ”

The Sorting Hat was speechless.

He pondered it himself, as if. Except for the start of school, or Harry's request, it was really a long time since he had taken the initiative to return to that body.

Even when they play with Hedwig, they use the body of a motorcycle.

Even Crookhill has abandoned the Sorting Hat as a cat scratcher in favor of his new cat scratcher, a creature like a cat that is always so cheap.

Harry beckoned to Kingsley, and they crept to the door of the Leaky Cauldron, and with a flick of their wand, a stone on the side of the road turned into a human form, and clumsily walked over to push the tavern door open.

The owner of the Leaky Cauldron, also named Tom, greeted him warmly: "Welcome, what do you want to drink tonight?" ”

The stone man continued to walk inside.

Tom didn't notice anything unusual about the shapeshifting creation, and he muttered, his voice sounding a little dissatisfied, "Thank goodness it's finally a guest, damn it, I don't know why there haven't been guests since noon today." ”

"Aren't they going to Diagon Alley?"

"Even if you enter Diagon Alley from somewhere else, haven't you thought about getting tired and coming out for a drink?"

"Isn't my tavern their love anymore?"

"Even if it's Christmas, they want to be with their families, but am I not their family?"

After a long time, he spit out the bitter water, only to realize that this "guest" had not spoken all along, and he raised his head to look: "This guest, what do you want to drink?" Looks like you're visiting my tavern for the first time? ”

There is no danger.

Kingsley put an armor charm on himself and pushed the door in, "No, not for the first time. ”

Tom was stunned, looked at the strange guest, and then at Kingsley.

I couldn't quite understand why I was talking to him and answering an Auror.

"I'm sorry, but he's not your long-cherished guest." Harry walked in, waved his wand, and the stoneman turned back to his original form, grazing the Tonks who had pushed the door in, and flew out of the tavern.

"Mr. Potter?" Tom was surprised, "What's going on?" ”

"A few minor surprises." Harry put it succinctly, "The reason why you don't have guests today is probably not because others don't treat you as family. ”

Tom's face flushed slightly: "I'm just a metaphor. ”

"You should have heard about the Death Eaters breaking into Gringotts?" Harry asked him.

Tom shook his head in horror: "Gringotts? ”

"Death Eaters broke into Gringotts?"

Kingsley frowned: "It seems that they have been preparing for a long time, since noon, damn it, the Ministry of Magic has not received any news." ”

"Isn't it normal not to receive something?" Harry shook his head.

Kingsley muttered something like "That's just the former Ministry of Magic, the current Ministry of Magic is different", "Mr. Hinkness will definitely have a new future with the Ministry", "He's completely different from Fudge's people".

Tonks couldn't help but laugh.

They walked to the small patio behind the bar, where Kingsley pulled out his wand and counted three pieces up the trash can, then two more horizontally, tapping lightly on the weather-beaten stone.

The walls don't move.

Kingsley struck hard, and there was a bang, but no matter how strong the force was, it didn't affect the result at all.

"Blocked by a spell." Kingsley frowned, "Mr. Potter, is there anything you can do?" ”

Harry nodded, raised his wand and aimed it at the wall, taking a deep breath and summoning his magic.

He recited the incantation solemnly.

"Ahora Cave Open!"

The spell that had been taught to them in first grade was a surge of breath that washed over the walls—it was the wall, and it was the gateway to Diagon Alley.

The clicking sound sounded densely.

The walls began to turn, the masonry flew with difficulty, and the blocks fell out, and the spell that held the wall struggled against Harry's spell, but it couldn't wring out the stronger magic, and little by little, the door to Diagon Alley was opened.

There was a burst of darkness, and the crowd poured out from the other side of the wall with exclamations.

They are all tourists in Diagon Alley, coming out on Christmas Eve to choose gifts for their families and themselves, but no one could have imagined that this kind of thing would happen.

Of course

At first, it had nothing to do with them, after all, it was Gringotts.

But when the wall leading to the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley could not be opened, they could no longer calm down, which always made them feel that the Death Eaters were going to liquidate them.

Tonks rushed to the top of his lungs to keep order.

Harry waved his wand and cast a spell on the wall, temporarily solidifying it.

"Mr. Abbott." Harry looked at Tom.

Tom replied stunned.

"Mr. Dumbledore will come later, and let him go directly to Gringotts." Harry walked inside, instructing him, "Let's go over first, I'm sorry for you and Tonks over here." ”

He nodded.

Gringotts.

In the vaults of the Lestrange family.

The dim oil lamps lit up, striving and strong to illuminate the whole vault, and the glittering gold galleons, precious stones, gold and silver vessels, were scattered and discarded aside, and a golden cup was placed in the center.

Hufflepuff's Gold Cup.

A replica of the Holy Grail.

The clear water in the glass can be turned into fine wine, but at this moment, the glass that should be filled with fine wine is filled with a scarlet liquid—not wine, but blood.

Gurgling and bubbling flowers.

In the cup, there is a mouth, eating and drinking this blood.

The blood lines are connected, and from the twenty corpses, their steaming blood is endless, delivering the breath of life to the cup.

Evil, terrifying.

There is no luxury beauty in the vault, only a deep chill that invades the bones.

A man sitting in the corner suddenly opened his eyes and said in an uneasy tone: "The magic on the walls of Diagon Alley has been cracked, much faster than we expected, and those damn werewolves didn't delay much at all." ”

"It's not Dumbledore, it's that Harry Potter."

A woman with curly hair and a crazy look asked with concern, "How long will it take for the master to come back to life?" ”

"At least twenty minutes." Another man whispered, "I can feel my master's soul recovering, but it's not stable enough." ”

(End of chapter)