As he passed the bar, the barkeeper, who was wiping glasses with a rag, enthusiastically asked Harry what he needed for breakfast, but Harry didn't have time to answer the question, he swept past Tom like the wind, stepped out of the back door of the bar, and stood in front of the trash can to knock on the bricks before he had time to pull on the heel of his shoe.

Stepping into Diagon Alley's widest commercial street, Harry's expression was stunned by the sudden bright light, and he swept his gaze across the row of shops across from him, and found that many of them had not yet opened.

The cobblestone-bottomed streets were sparsely populated and empty, and Harry took a few breaths of fresh morning air to suppress his nervousness about following Professor Brian, and with the talent of the youngest Seeker in a hundred years, he easily found Professor Brian who was walking towards the tallest building in Diagon Alley, the Gringotts of the Fairy Bank.

Harry pursed his lips, his gaze locked on the thin figure with some hesitation.

To be honest, until now, he didn't know why he had made the decision to follow Professor Blaine, maybe it was just out of pure curiosity!

Wizards passing by looked at him with strange glances, and Harry suddenly came to his senses, realizing that he had forgotten to bring the invisibility cloak he had inherited from his father, which was a good helper for stalking and stealth.

"Professor Bryan can see through the disguise of the cloak --"

The Cloak of Invisibility is very useful, but not absolute, and on the night of the attack on Ginny last semester and Lucius Malfoy stormed Hogwarts in search of trouble, both Professor Bryan and Professor Dumbledore saw through the invisibility of the Cloak in Hagrid's hut.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Harry gave up his intention of going upstairs to get the cloak and quietly followed less than two hundred feet away.

In the past, when he went out on a night trip with Ron at Hogwarts, with the help of the invisibility cloak, he was always invincible, whether it was Filch, the castlekeeper and his Lady Loris, or the senior prefects or even the professors, no one could detect them, and this made Harry never realize that his true tracking level was actually terrible.

Even though he had tried his best to pretend that nothing had happened, the occasional passers-by still looked at him with strange expressions on their faces, as if they could see what he was doing at a glance.

Harry's face flushed, partly because he was doing something taboo and exciting, and partly because of the playful stares of passers-by.

He hurried after him, keeping the distance between himself and Professor Blaine within a relatively constant range, and when he passed in front of the tall, snow-white buildings of Gringotts, Professor Blaine was caught off guard and flashed into an inconspicuous alley.

At first, Harry didn't realize the difference in this alley, and in order to avoid losing it, he just quickened his pace to follow, but when he stood in front of the winding alley with no end in sight, Harry suddenly came back to his senses and instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

These days, Professor Bryan had groped his way through most of the alleys of Diagon Alley, but there was only one, and he had never been there.

Tumbledown Alley - Harry accidentally went in last summer and honestly scared him enough.

Even if Harry's 'social experience' was not rich enough, he could tell at a glance that most of the wizards who came in and out of the alleys and did business were not decent guys.

Why did Professor Blaine break into Tumbledown Alley?

Standing at the mouth of the alley, Harry was puzzled and hesitated, and after a few moments, he came up with a relatively reasonable answer, that is, Professor Bryan had spotted a criminal operating here, and he had come to arrest him.

"It's business, I shouldn't bother—"

Staring down the deep alley, Harry muttered a nervous sigh before stepping in.

After a year, Harry, who had entered Tumbledown Alley again, had to admit that he really didn't like the place.

Foul-smelling sludge accumulated in the cracks of the tiles, mold and dark red brown spots covered the walls on both sides of the narrow alleyway, and the temperature in the air dropped rapidly as we went, and even the sky seemed to be overcast.

Resisting his palpitations, he continued to walk on, and after a bend was a long straight road, and in the faint mist, a row of eerie shops appeared in Harry's vision.

Harry remembered that the last time he had stumbled into one of the dark magic shops called Borgin Bock through Floo.com, he had happened to come up with Malfoy and his son, who were dealing with dark magic items.

Do you want to move on, or do you want to go back?

Harry stared at the treacherous alley, his steps stagnant, and he struggled fiercely.

A breeze blew on his face, and Harry shuddered suddenly, the tip of his nose suddenly itched, and he covered his mouth and sneezed sullenly.

"You should put on your socks and come out again, Potter." Suddenly, a low, amused voice burst out from behind Harry.

The sudden sound scared Harry's heart and goosebumps, and he jumped up and tried to run forward, but one hand grabbed him by the collar, and it was so powerful that Harry couldn't break free after a few jumps.

"Don't be nervous, Potter, it's me."

The laughing voice rang out again, and this time, Harry finally heard that it was Professor Blaine's voice.

"Oh, Professor Blaine!"

Harry, who was pale, covered his heart that was still beating rapidly, turned to look at the young and handsome face with a playful smile, and gasped for breath, and after dozens of seconds, Harry, who had calmed down slightly, looked embarrassed and ashamed,

"I'm sorry, Professor, I... I didn't mean to..."

"Ah, ah, it's understandable that it's normal for a young wizard of your age to have a lot of curiosity--" Amosta said with a smile on Harry, "especially since you're from Gryffindor House. ”

Professor Bryan said this, Harry not only did not feel better, but was even more ashamed, he lowered his head and his ears were red, and he muttered apologies, and Amosta comforted him a few more words, and the little wizard who knew that he had made a mistake finally dared to raise his head.

"When did you find me, Professor Blaine?"

And when he calmed down, Harry immediately asked the question he wanted to know the most, he knew that his ability to follow might not be outstanding, but along the way, Professor Bryan didn't even look back, how did he find him?

"Oh, this--"

Amosta responded to Harry's inquisitive green eyes and said with a smile, "I probably knew it the moment you left the room and rushed out of the bar..."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, hoping for an explanation he could understand.

"--Hey, don't you think I'm really defenseless, just leave you alone in the room," Amosta said with a smile, "In addition to putting some defensive spells in the room, I've also made a positioning mark on you, which will keep me aware of your position..., don't mind, Potter"

Amosta looked at Harry, who was touching him to see if there was something extra, and smiled,

"I think if someone does break through my defensive spell and kidnap you, at the very least, I can figure out where you are."



















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