The Ministry of Magic seems to have little to do with Harry, and after writing several letters to Harry in a row, the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic at the Ministry of Magic has never written to Harry again.

To be honest, if it were someone else, maybe it would have been the Aurors who had come to talk to him by now, Burning Goose. When facing a little demon king of the mixed world full of buffs, Fudge, as the leader, took the lead in admitting it, and the staff below naturally pretended not to see it.

Isn't the world of adults full of all kinds of confessions, compromises and exchange of interests, in the case of Sirius Black, the follow-up influence of the hard-line Dumbledore and Grindelwald has made people directly related to Sirius a problem that no one in the Ministry of Magic wants to provoke.

The Ministry of Magic has covered up the deaths of four people in succession, and those unlucky ghosts who don't plan to return the Black family's property have all died by suicide in front of their own homes, what a Witch Party, there is no Witch Party at all, and there has never been a Witch Witch Executor in England wearing strange armor and a huge Deathly Hallows pattern tattooed on his back.

A minor wizard does not waste time playing around during the holidays, but practices magic and learns knowledge seriously and diligently at home, how can this kind of thing be considered a violation, right? If it weren't for Fudge's recent busy affairs, he would have been eager to come to the door to deliver a pennant of 'self-discipline, diligence and discipline'.

After the 'ghost' incident at home, Dudley was finally able to sleep peacefully, and two days later, his aunt and uncle who had gone on a business trip to France also returned with large bags and small bags, and they were beaming with the two young men in the family to share the joy, Uncle Vernon signed two big rig orders in a row this month, and if all went well, the Dursleys would take a solid step forward in the queue of the middle class.

"You've only been back for a week, Harry, why are you leaving again?"

Aunt Petunia looked at Harry at the table and touched his head with some reluctance.

"I'll be back for Christmas, and I won't forget to ask Hedwig to bring you a letter, and isn't there another day? I'm going to buy a book in Diagon Alley today, why don't you go and read it too? ”

Diagon Alley allows young Muggle-born wizards to bring their parents with them, and it is one of the few areas of the wizarding world that is semi-open to certain Muggles.

"Can we go too?!"

Dudley, who still had half a pie in his mouth, looked up violently and stared at Harry in a daze.

"Of course, but don't tell anyone else, the wizarding world is still a secret to ordinary people, but as my relatives, of course you can."

"If you slept and said something in your sleep, maybe the Aurors would suddenly appear in front of you and change your memory."

"Eh~" Dudley's face showed a hint of disgust, "Modify your memory? You wizards are really that. Evil is at home. ”

"So, the place where our wicked guys are needs to be separated from people who don't know magic, otherwise something will happen."

Harry shrugged, magic was just too big for ordinary people, especially when it came to sneaking around.

"The wizarding world is honestly not as good as you think, at least in England, we don't always use the old rules of more than a hundred years ago to govern the current society, and the Ministry of Magic doesn't even bother to update the regulations regularly."

"What's the impact?" Dudley asked, a little confused.

"For example, if the terms of the law are still the same as those from hundreds of years ago." Harry gestured to the garden outside, "There will be a few Nigos lying on the ground picking cotton. ”

"Poof~coughcoughcough." Dudley was choked and his face flushed.

"I'm not talking nonsense, the wizarding world in England is still alive in the Middle Ages, and I wouldn't bother to go to Diagon Alley if I didn't need to buy books, can you imagine a pub floor that hasn't been cleaned for at least a dozen years? And if we wanted to get there, we had to walk over the sticky floor and go through the door next to the garbage can to the medieval-style shopping street. ”

"It's 100% historic, and those houses were built at least three centuries ago, so there's definitely a sense of history."

Harry didn't hesitate to shred some of the mysteries about the wizarding world, and after settling breakfast, Uncle Vernon was sorry that he couldn't go with him, he had a lot of things to do after he had been promoted, so Aunt Petunia and Dudley followed Harry towards the city of London.

Although he was driving without a license, Harry was not at all worried that he would be stopped by the police for questioning, he was almost five and a half feet tall when he started school last year, and a year later, after eating the meat of magical creatures with unknown energy explosions, and drinking unknown number of bottles of potions to strengthen his body, he had grown eight inches in a year, and Harry, who had jumped close to one meter nine, combined with his bronze muscles, said that he was twenty-two and some people believed him.

The big elbow hit the window, and the two or three hundred pound policemen in the city of London really didn't dare to casually come forward to check Harry, who was driving with one hand.

"We're here."

After pulling over the car in the parking area, Harry led them to a video store and pointed to the empty wall in front of him.

"There's a door here?"

Dudley, with a suspicious look, reached out and touched it, but only touched the hard walls.

"A little bit of cover-up magic." Harry smiled at his cousin, then pulled open the dilapidated oak door of the Leaky Cauldron.

After stepping into this dimly lit space, Dudley and Penny couldn't help but look around, but the dilapidated sight in front of them quickly swept away their interest, the Leaky Cauldron Bar was still the same as last year, scattered customers were drinking small drinks and smoking big cigarettes in the bar, and the sloppy drinkers and the sloppy bar were very well matched.

Aunt Petunia, who has a habit of cleanliness, turned pale at the moment, and the first moment she stepped on the sticky floor, she immediately regretted it.

"I'll wait for you outside."

Aunt Petunia, who was covering her mouth and trying not to retch, said weakly that the magical world she had dreamed of as a child was completely shattered at this moment.

"Go see Diagon Alley and then go? Much cleaner inside. ”

Biting her lip and hesitating for a moment, Penny who sighed shook her head gently, "I'm not a wizard anyway, forget it, let Dudley accompany you to go shopping." ”

"I'll go to the mall outside to buy you two clothes, I've grown so much this year, and the ones in the wardrobe don't fit."

She touched Harry's head lovingly, and then walked out of the door that hadn't been closed, without looking back.

"Mom was scared away."

Dudley shrugged a little speechless, but he also knew that his mother had a habit of cleanliness, and Dudley himself was a little uncomfortable with the strange soft touch under his feet, let alone her.

"Then let's go and get back quickly, so as not to make my aunt wait too long."

Dudley's impression of the wizarding world was somewhat better when he saw the deformed wall tiles on either side, and the scene outside the brick arch was similar to what Harry had described.

Walking down the quaint streets, he looked at them with interest, but the street full of pedestrians and chaos began to become a little boring after removing the novelty brought by magic, except for the Quidditch boutique, which was eye-catching, and he began to be a little bored with Harry's various visits to buy materials.

"Hey, Harry! You wizards also chase stars? ”

After coming out of the grocery store that sold potions for equipment, Dudley asked strangely, pointing to the crowded Blotted bookstore in the distance.

"Uh, probably?"

Harry couldn't help but pout at the conspicuously hung magic banner, he had chosen the last day of his vacation to come to Diagon Alley, he didn't want to meet that nasty thing.

Harry would love to replace Grindelwald in his second year to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts is Remus Lupin, but Hogwarts' Defence Against the Dark Arts position is a bit of a problem, although Grindelwald has been teaching for a whole year unharmed, but he is Grindelwald after all!

He is the largest Dark Wizard leader in Europe today, Voldemort is murderous, but after all, he is dead, but Grindelwald is still alive and well, a dead Dark Lord's curse on the Defence Against the Dark Arts position is of course no better than a living Dark Wizard, he can do it, it doesn't mean that others can bear it.

After all, it's an old tradition for Hogwarts to die or kill a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor a year, and it's been like this for decades, and it's never changed, and people are even saying that even a guy like Grindelwald only teaches for a year, maybe the curse is even worse now.

So he sent out the selection of sacrifices from Azkaban. Oh no, Dumbledore, who is choosing a professor, can only choose a tall man among a very small number of short people, and those who come to risk death for a high monthly salary of 500 Galleons are almost not capable people, because those who are not afraid of death and have the ability have almost been consumed in the previous decades, and many of these remaining crooked melons and cracked dates are with the idea of simply dying at Hogwarts and then paying a lot of gold to submit cover letters.

Gilderoy Lockhart, our handsome and dashing best-selling author with sparkling white teeth and a charming smile, naturally became the general of the short ones, after all, everyone else was in it for money, and Lockhart was for fame.

Before he was sure that Lockhart was a straw bag, his traveler's character was still very stable, not to mention, even if he was a little weaker (Dumbledore knew that there was a problem with the story in the book), but he came for fame, at least he wouldn't want to lose his reputation, right?

With this bit of luck in mind, Dumbledore chose the choice of this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts I'm still self-taught"

Looking at Lockhart, who was shining in the crowd, Harry covered his forehead in some pain, "After I find out about the Awakened, I will immediately transfer to Durmstrand, Hogwarts is a place I can't stay."

As the tall Harry was about to squeeze through the crowd, an exclamation sounded from the front, and Lockhart, after seeing the tattoo on Harry's forehead clearly, jumped up and shouted, "Isn't this Harry Potter?!" ”

As a reputation hunter, the reason why Lockhart is willing to go to Hogwarts is for Harry, this is the boy who never dies, the savior of England, if he can learn that Harry enrolled last year, then Lockhart's cover letter will be sent a year earlier, the sooner the savior's popularity rubs the better, if he goes back in a few years, Harry, who has been 'cooled', will have no use value.

Lockhart is very calculating, after all, his dream is to become a celebrity who attracts the attention of the world, a big celebrity!

The main reason why he held a book signing at the Blotted Bookstore was to sell books in the name of the Hogwarts professor, but more importantly, he was going to meet Harry here, and then take a photo with him to let everyone know that he would be the savior's teacher, and let the newspaper reporter post the photo on the front page of the Daily Prophet, writing a book would only allow him to win the front page of the "Wizarding Weekly", and the Daily Prophet, a newspaper whose audience is not known how many times larger than the Wizarding Weekly, he can't make the front page headlines with his own fame.

But if you add Harry, a savior boy who is still hot, then the headlines on the front page are all about holding a handle.

The crowd moved out of the way, whispering excitedly, and Lockhart rushed forward, trying to grab Harry's arm and pull him forward, but Harry was not able to move Harry at all, Harry's hand didn't move, no matter how hard Lockhart tried, he was still as steady as Tarzan.

"Ahaha" Lockhart, whose face was flushed, laughed a little, and then put on a warm expression again, "You must have come to buy my book!" ”

"What a wonderful thing, of course I know, I-"

"Huh? Huh? ”

Before Lockhart could start rubbing Harry, Harry, who had just ignored him and walked straight forward, interrupted all his remarks, and the main owner turned his head and left, and if he stayed here and talked about it, wouldn't he really be a clown?

"It seems that our Harry Potter is a little shy, maybe he hasn't gotten used to such enthusiastic people."

Lockhart paved the stairs for Harry with a charming smile, blinking a few times as if to signal something to Harry.

"Wandering with Werewolves"

Harry said, glancing at the stack of books Lockhart had placed on the table.

"So this is the one you like!"

Immediately smiling Lockhart pulled out the book without hesitation, as long as Harriken spoke, he had a way to stand and rub the heat away, while shoving the book into Harry's hand, he glanced in a certain direction, and a photographer with a camera hurriedly stepped forward.

"No, I mean, I can kill a werewolf with one punch."

Harry smiled whitely, and Lockhart's scalp tingled with laughter.

"This, this. You're definitely having fun."

"No, I'm serious."

Harry stretched out his finger and pointed to the other books on the table, one by one:

"Ghouls, female ghosts, dominatrixes, vampires, werewolves, you guys written in books, I can guarantee to kill with one punch, XZ Yeti is estimated to take a little effort, this guy is more than two meters tall and has a lot of strength, I estimate that it will take a few minutes to subdue it, the troll can't do it, the troll has too much strength, but a simple confusion spell can make the troll stun itself with a stick."

The crowd that had been whispering fell silent, and the monstrous speech made them doubt their lives.

"Let's deal with some challenging guys."

Harry smiled kindly and patted Lockhart on the shoulder, Harry, who could now punch more than half a ton, did not fully retract, and suddenly Lockhart, whose knees were weak, sat down on the ground in embarrassment.

"These little ones are for little kids, and I'm sorry, I'm not interested in your storybooks."

"You know magic," Harry glanced at Lockhart's new book, which was on sale at the moment, "doesn't seem that good at dealing with these little guys?" ”

"Let's go, Dudley, let's buy some snacks, Bibi multi-flavored beans are delicious, you have to try them."

Click~

The flash flashed with the smoke, and a photographer who pressed the shutter and shot faithfully recorded everything that happened at the moment, and the excited reporter even thought of the title!

Shocked! What the best-selling author Gilderoy Lockhart had to say with the boy who never died! 》

Is it a kindergarten killer or a brave traveler? Adventure biography reduced to a storybook, told to you by Harry Potter himself

(End of chapter)