Away from the Dursleys, the days at the Leaky Cauldron were much happier than expected, and he had rarely experienced such an unrestrained summer life in years, and he could sleep until the sun was already scorching every morning, and lazily go downstairs for breakfast, munching on slices of bread while watching the other passers-by as they walked through the bar.

As a result of Sirius' escape, business at the Leaky Cauldron has plummeted, and the wizards who linger here are becoming more and more eccentric, most of whom prefer to hide their appearance under a wide black cloak or a circle of bandages.

These people would hide in the corners or behind the wooden pillars that supported the bar, order a drink, and sit all day staring at the passers-by.

Harry had asked Professor Bryan what these weird wizards were up to.

"Rivals, Potter, these are my competitors."

Professor Bryan stared at the wizards 'viciously', 'gritting his teeth', and gave him an answer that made him unsure.

Harry spent the first few days preparing for the next school year, taking money from Gringotts, replenishing potions, buying new robes, and buying textbooks for the next school year - and Harry figured out why Hagrid had sent him a disturbing-looking magic book, and happily said it would come in handy.

With Professor Bryan's guidance, it was easy for Harry to figure out what to write for his summer homework for the two most troublesome subjects, the history of magic and the Potions class.

A week later, Harry, who had done all the preparations for the start of school, was ready to enjoy the summer to the fullest, but Professor Brian behaved strangely.

Every day after waking up, he took Harry around Diagon Alley, not in the bustling shopping streets, but in the middle of nowhere, and he let Harry walk around those alleys by himself, while he hung far behind.

It was so puzzling that Harry didn't want to waste his time fumbling Diagon Alley, he preferred to visit the bustling shops, especially the Quidditch boutique, where Harry saw what he had most desired in his life.

"The fastest broomstick in the world, the International Club of Ireland has just placed an order for seven of these blisters!" The shopkeeper shouted hard, "They're the darlings of this World Cup!" ”

"Don't look at it, Potter!"

Amosta slipped Harry out of the crowd and sensed the longing in his eyes, Amosta glanced at the display 'broom' with interest,

"We still have business to do!"

Harry reluctantly looked at the firebolts, and only after he had gone away did he look at Professor Bryan 'mournfully' and 'tearfully',

"Do you expect Sirius Black to attack me?"

"Oh!" Amosta looked surprised, "You're so clever you are, Potter, I thought you couldn't guess!" ”

Harry:........

"Don't be so downcast, Harry?"

Amosta put his arm around Harry's shoulder affectionately and said,

"We're in the midst of a much nobler cause, think about it, if we catch Blake soon, then we can prevent more innocent people from being harmed by Blake!"

Harry:........

"Okay!"

Looking at Harry, who was a little emotional, Amosta frowned and said with a heartache,

"Firebolts, okay, no problem! As long as you can seduce Blake and let me rescue the wizarding world shrouded in Blake's terrifying clouds, I'll buy you one out of my own pocket! ”

Harry's heart was beating uncontrollably, he wanted to tell Professor Bryan that he didn't need to do anything at all, because he already had a very good broomstick, but his body was obviously more honest, and after listening to Professor Bryan's promise, his legs didn't obey at all, and he swooped into the gloomy alley with his body propped up.

But it was clear that Blake was not so stupid as to be startlingly stupid, and Amosta and Harry's attempt lasted for a week, and the result was nothing.

Harry didn't care about that, but as the start of school approached, Amosta grew a little distressed.

Once Potter is back at Hogwarts, back under Dumbledore's protection, it's not going to be easy to make that big buck, unless, he's going back to that school and staring at Potter all day.

In the dark inn, Amosta turned his head to look at Potter, who was snoring slightly, and quietly thought about what to do next.

Seriously, if Amosta wants to go back, it's a very simple thing.

For example, I can apply for a professor in Defence Against the Dark Arts... The Voodoo Doll is gone, but he can buy two vigorous centaurs or vampires from the underworld and use some advanced dark magic to transfer the curse... Also, Professor Kettleburn of the Magical Creature Protection Class seems to be retired, and although he is not an expert in this area, he still has no problem fooling the little wizard according to the script.

Or, just ask that guy Foley to help communicate with the school board a little more and get yourself back to Hogwarts as the castle security advisor...

Tsk, Castle Security Officer - Amosta Blaine?

In the darkness, Amosta grinned, this head was no match for the Inquisitor, and it didn't sound very classy, a bit like Filch, the castle keeper...

All of the above was just a boring joke for Amosta, who had figured out what Dumbledore really thought of himself if he wanted to return to Hogwarts if he only needed to write a letter.

But the thought of Dumbledore standing behind his desk, his blue eyes glowing in the light of the fire, looking at his 'lost' self, smiling with his arms outstretched, and saying things like 'Welcome back to Hogwarts', gave Amosta a nauseous urge to vomit.

"Even if it's going back!"

Amosta rolled over, staring at the full moon outside the window, muttering viciously

"It must be the old man Dumbledore who comes to the door in person, repents himself, sincerely apologizes, earnestly invites, and promises to pay me a salary according to the headmaster's level, and I will consider it as appropriate!"









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