Hogwarts: From Squibs to Greatness

Chapter 15 No nose and the magic of love
Tom motioned for John to follow, just as John was about to cross the bar and follow Tom into the small patio where the entrance to Diagon Alley was.

The door of the Broken Ax Bar was pushed open, and an extremely huge figure walked in against the light outside.

The huge figure was nearly four meters tall, wearing a moleskin coat that was also enlarged, and there was an unspeakable smell faintly on it, like the smell of a zoo or the smell of unwashed body.

His face was almost completely hidden by his long unkempt hair and tangled bushy beard, but you could still see his black beetle-like eyes gleaming under the hair.

At the first glance, other people would feel a little afraid of this man with a body that surpassed ordinary people and looked extremely sturdy.

But John is not one of them, or he actually has a good impression of this man who appears frequently in his memory.

Not just because the other party is a real master of magical beasts, even if he doesn't realize it himself.

It is also because the other party has a heart as golden as Chicheng, and treats friends with the greatest enthusiasm.

He is Dumbledore's most trusted 'Keeper of Secrets', Master of Fantastic Beasts, Hogwarts Key Keeper and Gamekeeper - Rubeus Hagrid

So now he was behind him, looking very thin boy is Harry Potter.

John looked at Quirrell calmly. As expected, the first time Hagrid brought Harry into the Leaky Cauldron, the other's eyes seemed to be locked, staring at the thin figure.

At the same time, Voldemort, who was on Quirrell, also turned his attention to Harry, because the blue crystal amulet that was quiet now, Voldemort's attention had been on him before.

Hagrid seemed to be very familiar with Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, because he often came to drink.

Now the other party and John said sorry, and then set off to meet Hagrid.

"Hagrid, my friend, is it still the old way?

"No, Tom, I'm doing some errands for Hogwarts." Hagrid patted the barkeeper on the shoulder with his huge palm.

John clearly saw that Tom's knees were bent, and he was almost pressed down. It was obvious that the simple half-blood giant misjudged his own strength.

But Tom didn't care about the pain from his shoulder now, but looked at Harry who was standing next to Hagrid with a look of surprise on his face.

"My God," said the bar owner, looking at Harry carefully, "this is... is this..."

There was a sudden silence in the Leaky Cauldron, and everyone was eagerly waiting for Tom to say the name.

"Alas!" whispered the barkeep, "Harry Potter . . . the honor."

As he said that, as if seeing Jerry, Tom quickly came out from behind the bar, ran towards Harry, grabbed his hand, and burst into tears with excitement.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back."

Harry, who was standing next to Hagrid at the moment, was full of confusion and embarrassment. It was obvious that this loveless boy who had lived in the Dursleys' house for 11 years was temporarily unable to adapt to such sudden enthusiasm.

Seeing Harry standing there at a loss, he could only let other people who enthusiastically came forward to shake hands with him after hearing Tom say his name hold his hand.

"I'm Cordry, Mr. Potter. I can't believe I've seen you at last."

"It's an honor, Mr. Potter, it's an honor."

"I've been looking forward to shaking hands with you - my heart is pounding."

"I'm so happy, Mr. Potter, I can't express how I feel. My name is Diggle, Dedalus Diggle."

"I've seen you before," Harry exclaimed, when Dedalus Diggle knocked off his top hat in overexcitement, "you bowed to me once in the shop."

"You still remember!" Diggle blushed, raised his head and shouted at everyone present, "Do you hear me? Mr. Potter still remembers me!"

Harry just shook hands over and over again, and Codoli always came running up to him to shake him again.

John didn't step forward, at this moment he was still standing in the bar, watching everything in front of him.

If someone looked carefully, he could find that there seemed to be light spots flowing in his dragon pupils, it was because he was using the magic of Howl's world to observe Harry in front of him.

'Sure enough, there is a green shadow entrenched in the place of the scar' John thought to himself 'Is this the magic of love?it's amazing'

In John's field of vision at this moment, everything that does not contain magic power has turned to gray at this moment, so the brilliance of those magic powers is extremely dazzling.

For example, Hagrid is like a huge colorful light bulb. In addition to his own magical light, there are still a lot of magical animal magic remaining on him.

Remove the magic power produced by part of Voldemort's soul, the dim green shadow at Harry's scar, and Harry's own magic light which is not weak.

At this moment, standing behind Harry was a phantom of a woman with a faint golden radiance, whose face could not be seen clearly, with her arms around him.

Perhaps it was because Voldemort was very weak now, the part of Voldemort on Harry was afraid of the golden light, seemed very inactive, and seemed to dissipate itself soon.

'Lily Potter, what a great mother. '

John, who is no longer a magic novice, can naturally see the complexity of this protection magic.

Not to mention anything else, let's just say that the strong connection between magic and Harry is even comparable to the connection between my teacher Fizeley and the world. You must know that Master Fizeley is a magician not weaker than Suliman division.

Just as John was observing the magic of love carefully, he noticed a huge shadow approaching Harry on one side. The shadow was suspended in mid-air, like a sticky dark ink.

As the shadow approached, Voldemort's part of Harry's body faintly moved, but it seemed that it was suppressed by love and his own weakness, so it didn't attract the shadow's attention.

Sure enough, it was Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort who was approaching Harry at this moment and shaking hands with him.

Harry felt a little uncomfortable being surrounded by the crowd at first, but suddenly the crowd around him dispersed. Just when he was curious, the answer had already floated into his nostrils.

The indescribable smell of garlic rushed into Harry's nose, making Harry frowned subconsciously.

Then before his eyes came a pale young man, looking very nervous, one of his eyes was twitching.

And that strong and pungent garlic smell came from the other party's purple turban.

"Professor Quirrell!" Hagrid greeted warmly. "Harry, Professor Quirrell is one of the teachers who taught you at Hogwarts."

Quirrell didn't say hello to Hagrid, but couldn't wait to grab Harry's hand, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Bo...bo...Potter," stammered Professor Quirrell, "I'm glad to see you say...unspeakably...high...."

After knowing that the other party was his future teacher, although Harry could not accept the smell of Quirrell, he still politely began to communicate with Quirrell.

"What kind of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?"

"Black... black... black magic defense... defense." Professor Quirrell said vaguely, as if it was not something worth mentioning in his mouth.

"Perhaps you've used... don't... don't need to learn, have you, Bo... Bo... Mr. Potter?"

Then Quirrell laughed nervously in the eyes of others, and Harry, who was still caught by him, could only laugh along with embarrassment.

"Are you ready to buy what you need? I'm going to... buy... a new... new book about vampires." It seemed that he remembered something with a frightened look on his face.

"I was... a vampire I met in... Romania..."

Quirrell seemed to be lost in memory, still holding Harry's hand, talking intermittently about his experience of meeting a vampire in Romania.

Fortunately, other people in the bar will not let Quirrell talk to Harry endlessly, after all, this is a rare opportunity to get in close contact with Harry.

You must know that no one went to the Dursleys to visit Harry, but due to various reasons, they couldn't meet Harry smoothly.

So in the next second, Quirrell was forcibly pulled away from Harry's hand by a group of people, and rushed to the outermost edge.

John looked at Quirrell, who had a timid face and reluctance in his eyes, and couldn't help guessing whether the other party was longing for Harry, the boy who lived, to save his life?

I don't know how Voldemort on the back of Quirrell's head will concoct him after Quirrell leaves. After all, Voldemort who is attached to Quirrell can check Quirrell's memory and thoughts at any time.

Amidst the chatter, Hagrid raised his voice and called Harry, "It's time to go, there are still a lot of things to buy! Let's go, Harry."

Hearing Hagrid's words, Harry shook hands with the enthusiastic Codoli for the last time, and then trotted to Hagrid's side, grabbing Hagrid's coat.

Obviously, the savior is not used to such enthusiasm.

Hagrid led Harry to the bar, only then did Harry and Hagrid notice that John was standing here holding the house-elf Tom.

Harry looked a little surprised, not only surprised by John's clothes, but also John's appearance that was very different from ordinary people made him curious.

Hagrid looked at John's eyes. As a person who often dealt with magical animals, he could tell that these eyes were not snake eyes or cat eyes, but dragon eyes.

'Merlin's beard!The dragon's eyes are so beautiful! ' Hagrid's eyes were full of envy.

John naturally noticed Hagrid's eyes, and he was considering whether to establish friendship with Hagrid by sending dragon eggs, after all, Hagrid could not resist the temptation of dragons.

Stretching out his hand to Hagrid, John smiled and said, "I heard your conversation just now, it's a pleasure to meet you, Professor Hagrid"

I could see Hagrid's joy visible to the naked eye. Hagrid's face was bright, and he grabbed John's hand while waving his hands: "I'm just the key keeper and gamekeeper of Hogwarts, so I don't need to add the word professor. Just call me Hagrid."

John nodded, and withdrew his hand. He looked at Harry, who was standing beside Hagrid, still looking shocked.

"John"

"John Williams, just call me John"

John smiled and held out his hand, "It's an honor to meet you too, Mr. Potter"

Harry reacted for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to show the scar, but after realizing that John didn't mean it, he held John's hand a little shyly and flusteredly.

"Hello, I... I'm Harry Potter." Harry shook John's hand up and down, "Are you also a freshman this year?"

"Yes, I was just about to go to Diagon Alley." John nodded with a smile, and then let go.

John's contact with Harry Potter now is just to make a good impression. He will not follow this one and participate in any savior training program in the past two years.

(End of this chapter)