"I don't," said Ron, "Errol belongs to our family. All I have is speck. ”

He pulled his pet rat out of his pocket.

"I want to send it for inspection," he added, placing Spotted on the table in front of them, "I don't think Egypt is suitable for it." ”

Spotted looked thinner than before, its beard visibly pulled down.

"Please, can you get this thing out of the way!" Charon didn't like rats, he didn't understand why someone liked to use them as pets, "This is where we just set up our food!" ”

Ron had no choice but to put his "Spotted" in his pocket again.

"There's a magical creature shop over there," said Harry, who was now familiar with Diagon Alley, "and Ron can see if he can buy something for Spotted there, and Hermione can buy owls there." ”

So they paid for four ice creams and walked down the street to the shop called the Amazing Zoo.

There's not much space in there. There are cages hanging from every inch of the wall. The shop stinks and makes a lot of noise. Because the little creatures in the cage are making all kinds of noises. The witch behind the counter was telling a wizard how to take care of the twin-tailed salamanders, so Charon and the three of them stood on either side of Hermione, looking at the cages and helping her choose.

A pair of purple toads with huge eyes sat there, gobbling up unpleasantly. Enjoying a dead fly. A large tortoise with a hard shell and gemstone inlays flaunts near the window. Poisonous orange snails were slowly emerging from the edge of their glass crates, and a fat white rabbit was constantly transforming into a silk top hat and back again, making a loud pop sound. Then there were cats of all colors, a cage of rowdy ravens, a basket of ridiculous mustard-colored soft fur balls humming loudly, and a large cage on the counter with silky black rats playing some kind of bouncing game with their long bald tails.

The wizard with the two-tailed salamander left, and Ron approached the counter.

"This is my mouse," he said to the witch. "Ever since I brought it back from Egypt, it's been a little bit bad."

"Put it on the counter." The witch said, pulling a pair of heavy black glasses from her pocket. Ron took Spotted out of his pocket and placed it not far from his fellow rats. The rats in the cage stopped playing bouncing games and crowded to the edge of the cage to see more clearly.

Spotted is old like everything Ron has in his possession (he once belonged to Ron's older brother Percy) and has a slightly scarred appearance. Compared to the oily and slippery rats in the cage, it looked particularly sad.

"Hmph," said the witch, picking up Spotted, "how old is this mouse?" ”

"I don't know," Ron said, "it's old." It turned out to be my brother's. ”

"What is it capable of?" The witch said, examining the spots carefully.

"Oh." Ron said. The reality is that Spotted has never shown the slightest bit of interest. The witch's eyes shifted from the speckled, torn ears to its front paws, where a toe was missing, and the witch's mouth made a snorting sound.

"It's suffered, rat." She said.

"When Percy gave it to me, it was like this." Ron defended himself.

"You don't expect an ordinary house mouse or garden mouse like this to survive for more than three years." The witch said, "Well, if you're looking for a more durable animal, you'll probably like one of these ......."

She pointed to the black rats, and they immediately began to jump again. Ron muttered, "Showman." ”

"Well, if you don't want to replace it, you can try this potion." The witch said, reaching under the counter and pulling out a small red bottle.

"Okay," Ron said, "how much?" Ouch! ”

A ginger giant thing jumped out of the top cage, onto Ron's head, and gathered momentum to move forward, purring and purring at Spotted.

"Don't! Crook Hill, don't! The witch exclaimed, but Spotted slipped from her hand like a bar of soap, fell to the floor on all fours, and fled to the door.

"Spotted!" Ron yelled, and ran after it out of the store; Harry followed.

It took them about ten minutes to find Spotted, hiding under a wastebasket outside the Quidditch Boutique. Ron put the shivering little mouse back in his pocket, then straightened up and stroked his head.

"What's that?"

"It's either a big cat or a very small tiger." Harry said.

"Where's Hermione?"

"Probably buying owls."

They turned back down the crowded street, still back to the Fantastic Zoo. When they arrived, Charon and Hermione came out, but Hermione wasn't holding an owl. Clutching in her arms was the huge ginger cat.

"Did you buy this monster?" Ron asked, his mouth closed in surprise.

"Its fur is shiny, isn't it?" Hermione said with a grin.

The cat's ginger fur was thick and fluffy, but its legs were visibly a little crooked, and its face looked gruff and squashed, as if it had once rushed headlong against a wall. Spotted was gone, and the cat was purring in Hermione's arms.

"Hermione. This almost scratched my scalp! Ron said.

"It wasn't intentional, you didn't mean it, Crookshank, right?"

"And what about Spotted?" Ron said, gesturing to the bulging patch in his breast pocket. "It needs rest and relaxation, how can it rest and relax with this thing next to it?"

"This reminds me that you've forgotten your rat tonic." Hermione said, shoving the little red bottle into Ron's hand. "Don't worry, Crookshank Hill will sleep in my dorm room while Spotted is with you. So what's the problem? Poor Crook Hill, the witch said it had been there for a long, long time, and had been asking for it. ”

"Alright, Ron," Charon came out to play the round, "this cat is fine, with lynx and lynx blood. My little black could be lent to Hermione, so she bought a cat. Cats are also very good, smart and smart, and very alert, which is more useful than your mouse. ”

"Cut, your elbow is always turning towards her, I don't want to know what it is." Ron said sarcastically.

Hermione's face flushed a little, and Charon was thick-skinned, so he didn't understand Ron's words. The four of them talked and laughed and set off towards the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

As soon as they entered the Leaky Cauldron Bar, the four of them found Mr. Weasley sitting in the bar and asking, reading the Daily Prophet, and hurriedly greeted him.

Mr. Weasley smiled and nodded, then looked at Harry with concern, looked at him and said, "Harry, how's it going, are you alright?" ”

"Okay, thank you." Harry said that he, Charon, Ron, and Hermione were sitting with Mr. Weasley with what they had bought. Mr. Weasley put down the newspaper, and Harry saw Sirius Black's familiar picture staring at him.

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

"Nope." Mr. Weasley said, looking extremely serious. "In the Ministry, they told us to leave what we were doing and find a way to find him, but we haven't had that luck yet."

"If we catch him, will we be rewarded?" Charon leaned over and asked. "It's good to get some more money, it just so happens that I've been strapped for money lately, ...... money"

"Don't talk nonsense, Charon," said Mr. Welshlay, looking at him more closely and he looked nervous, "Black won't be caught by a little wizard of thirteen." It will be the guards of Azkaban who will capture him, you take my word to heart. ”

Charon smiled and didn't retort. Harry said to himself, "You don't know how powerful Charon is, and Sirius Black is certainly no match for him." ”

In fact, Charon said so on his lips and thought so in his heart. There are only thousands of miles to catch thieves, and there are no thousands of days to prevent thieves, so instead of letting Sirius Black look at Harry outside, it is better to strike first, and kill him after a hundred.

At that moment, Mrs. Weasley came to the bar. With many of the things in her hand, she was followed by the twins, Fred and George, who were about to begin their fifth year at Hogwarts, as well as Percy, the newly elected president of the boys' student council, and Ginny, the youngest of the Weasley family and the only daughter in the family.

Ginny had always been fond of Harry, and she seemed even more embarrassed than usual when she saw Harry. Her face flushed, and she muttered "hello" without even looking at him.

She was overjoyed to see Charon again, for he had saved her life at Hogwarts and helped her protect her reputation, and she had admired and adored Charon ever since. She greeted Charon warmly, and Charon was also very happy to have such a cute little fan, and after saying hello, she took out a magic diary from her bag and planned to give it to Ginny.

Ginny jumped up as if she had been stung by a scorpion, and flashed far away, "What is this?" A Black Arts Diary? Why haven't you destroyed it yet? ”

Charon hurriedly explained that this was not the dark magic diary of Voldemort, but the know-it-all magic diary that he and Harry had spent more than half a month developing, and the two were completely different things!!

But Charon still underestimated Ginny's fears, and the Dark Arts Diary made such an impression on her that she was reluctant to accept the gift anyway.

Charon had to take back the gift with some disappointment, thinking to himself that if Ginny didn't want it, who would she give it to?