Vol 2 Chapter 178: Connelly Fudge

"What is that... big mouse?"
Kingsley pointed his finger at Fanlin in Harry's arms.
"..." Fanlin yelled weakly. Kingsley didn't recognize him as an Animagus, but Kingsley's words made him feel very uncomfortable. What is a big mouse...
"This is a ferret, Mr. Auror." Harry looked dodgy, and he tried to pretend to be innocent, and coupled with his messy hair, it seemed like a person who had just woken up.
Sampark was going to greet another Auror to walk to the room upstairs. In their eyes, this was just a routine inquiry. Sirius was still at large, and they didn't have that much time to delay.
"What is your name? Why are you here? Where are you going?" Kingsley frowned. According to logic, it is impossible for Sirius to obtain compound decoctions or other transformation potions, at least they have been chasing them, Sirius cannot have time, but this little demon in front of him is very suspicious.
"Neville Longbottom, sir." Harry said, and he must say so, "I'm just going to London by car!"
"To London?" Kingsley looked suspiciously. He kicked Harry's box. "What's this here?"
"Some spell books, and some clothes, Mr. Auror!" Harry said. "If you don't believe me, you can open it!"
"Alohomora (Ala Cave Huo Kai)!"
Kingsley didn't hesitate, he opened Harry's box with an unlocking spell, which contained all the books Harry needed in school, and some Muggle clothes.
"Are you still in school?" Kingsley asked.
"Yes, sir, I'm at Hogwarts..." Harry said.
"Of course where is!" Kingsley said, "I think you must be a little wizard who sneaked out because of a conflict with your family..."
"Uh..." Harry's face was a little ugly, it was just a place to live, it couldn't be counted as his home at all.
"You know, it is very dangerous for you to be a little wizard wandering outside at this time."
"Is it because of Sirius Black?" Harry asked. "Can you tell me something?"
"I'm sorry..." Kingsley put away his wand. "These shouldn't be things that an underage wizard like you knows..."
Kingsley refused Harry. "Where are you going to live in London now? I remember Hogwarts will start in less than three weeks."
"Broken Cauldron Bar." Harry said with his head down, disappointed.
"That's right, you can go to Diagon Alley there, and you can buy some things you need to start school!"
"Sir..." Harry said, "Sirius Black really escaped from Azkaban?"
"Unfortunately, this is the truth..." Kingsley said, "So it is undoubtedly an irresponsible act for you to leave the house. I think you should go home or stay in the Broken Cauldron Bar until Hogwart. School starts!"
Kingsley said that his companion had checked the second floor and found no sign of Sirius. He was calling Kingsley to leave.
"Okay sir..." Harry's expression was so dim that Kingsley and his companions used Apparition to leave here after obtaining the approval of the junior brother, which made Fanlin very envious.
"Which Mr. Auror did you just talk to?" Sampark walked over and looked at Harry suspiciously.
"Nothing!" Harry squatted on the ground, trying to buckle his suitcase.
"Are you a Hogwarts student?" Sampark noticed Harry's school uniform and said with envy.
"Yes..." Harry was a little absent-minded.
"That's awesome!" Sampark was envious. His magical talent really couldn't bear to look directly at him. According to those nobles, the dumb gun should be no problem, perhaps better than the dumb gun, so Sampark was not in Hogg. Woz went to school.
"It's okay..." Harry nodded irresponsibly, "It is indeed a nice place..."
Then Harry silently added another sentence in his heart, "It's home there..."
The knight bus went forward in the dark, washing away the bushes, the bollards at the top of the pedestrian island, the telephone booth and the trees. Harry lay on his feather bed, restless and miserable.
Harry didn't think much about it, and Fanlin had fallen asleep early. He needed time to replenish his magic power. It would be too awkward not to wear the magicweave bracelet, but the thing was deformed and then put there and put it around his neck. on?
After a while, the witches and witches in dressing gowns and slippers stepped down from the upper deck of the car one by one and left the car. They seem to be willing to leave.
In the end, Harry became the only passenger, oh, and a white mouse...
"Well then, Neville," Sampark said, clapping his hands, "Where to go to London?"
"Diagon Alley."
"Okay," Sampark said, "then, hurry up..."
boom.
They rumbled along Charing Cross Road. Harry sat up and watched the house and benches crowded aside, giving way to the Cavaliers bus. The sky is brighter than before. He has to hide for two hours, go in as soon as the door of Gringotts Bank opens, and set off-where he is going, he doesn't know.
Earne slammed on the brakes, and the Cavaliers bus slid to a halt, stopping in front of a tattered little bar. The name of this small bar is the Broken Cauldron Bar, and behind it is the entrance to Diagon Alley leading to the wizarding world.
"Thank you," Harry said to Earne. He jumped off the steps of the car and helped Sampark put his suitcase and Hedwig's cage on the sidewalk. "So," Harry said, "goodbye." But Sampark didn't pay attention to him. He was still standing in the doorway of the bus, giggling at the dark entrance to the broken cauldron bar.
"You are here, Harry." said a voice. Before Harry could turn around, he felt that he had a hand on his shoulder~EbookFREE.me~ At the same time, he only heard Sampark yelling: "Oh! Ern, come here! Come here!"
Harry looked up and saw the owner of that hand, and immediately felt that a large bucket of ice had been poured in his stomach—he happened to hit the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge himself.
Sampark jumped onto the sidewalk and stood beside Harry.
"Minister, what is your name Neville?" he asked excitedly.
Fudge was a stout little man, wearing a pinstriped robe, looking cold and tired. "Neville?" he repeated, frowning. "This is Harry Potter."
"I knew it!" Sampark exclaimed happily, "Ern! Ern! Guess who Neville is, Ern! He is Harry Potter! I can see his scars!"
　　
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