Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 308 Unusual Treatment

Trembling, Harry came to the door of the [Leaky Cauldron].

He hesitated for a long time at a place two streets away from here before deciding to come over.

(And Harry found a blind spot where no one noticed, and put on the invisibility cloak.

——[The Leaky Cauldron] This is the old part of London, close to the railway, so there are bright and beautiful commercial streets, and there are naturally dark alleys that no one will notice. Harry found a place easily, and asked him to take out the invisibility cloak and put it on)

And he just met an acquaintance at the intersection of the street.

Tom, a wrinkled, toothless, hunchbacked old wizard, is also the owner of this small bar.

For some reason, he was standing at the corner of the street, staring angrily in one direction, waving his hands as a sign to drive away.

"Go, go, bad luck! Very bad luck!"

He even used his magic wand to conjure up a gnawed chicken rack, and threw it into a dark corner, cursing.

Fortunately, he didn't see Harry for the first time. (This allows him to hide in peace and wear an invisibility cloak)

Just when Harry was so happy.

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"There you are, Harry."

"Is Harry here?"

Another voice that he seemed to have heard also sounded.

Harry froze, and he saw two wizards standing at the door of the [Leaky Cauldron].

One had a strange face, with a magical eye, that eye was staring at Harry under the Invisibility Cloak, and the other had a big face that made him feel like he was in an ice cellar, and that was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge himself.

He looked at somewhere in front of him with a confused face, and he was not facing Harry's figure. Obviously, he was an invisible cloak.

"Nice invisibility cloak? Potter!"

pedal, pedal!
The strange wizard limped up to Harry.

This made Harry even more sure that he could see himself.

Harry had to tear off the invisibility cloak, revealing himself.

"I'm Moody, Mad-Eye Moody!"

The strange wizard looked Harry up and down.

Only then did Harry realize that the eyes of this wizard named Moody were still different. The normal eyeball revealed tiredness and despondency, while the magic eyeball glowing blue was extremely sharp, as if it could penetrate everything. Harry felt that everything in his body was being seen through.

"Harry, you have caused me a lot of trouble! Remember that even if you run away... you must act like a wizard, and don't take any Muggle bus!"

"Isn't our wizarding world's knight bus bad?"

The Moody wizard looked up and down, and forced a 'gentle' smile on his face, but because of the scar on his mouth, it seemed more like the villain was threatening Harry.

Although it wouldn't make Harry retreat again and again, his heart beat a few times faster than expected.

And at some point, Moody began to hold Harry's hand tightly.

His hands were very rough and strong, just like that face, Harry could feel that his hands were also scarred and pitted.

When Harry was about to break his hand, Moody let go of it, turned to Cornelius Fudge and said,
"Minister, I'll go first, you know...Sirius..."

"Oh! Oh... that's right! That's right!"

Fudge stared at Harry for a while, as if to double check that nothing had gone wrong.

"Okay, Harry, come with me..."

Moody's every step was heavy, and the artificial foot seemed to be hitting the ground.

Suddenly the voice disappeared, and Harry turned his head to see that he had disappeared into the street.

At this time, Old Tom, the owner of [The Leaky Cauldron], bent over in a hurry and ran over from the entrance of the street over there.

"Minister, you found him!"

"I'm really sorry... I didn't notice Potter coming, I must have been distracted by that guy... A big black dog passed by just now, bad luck, really bad luck, if the guests know that there are such animals around [The Leaky Cauldron]...it won't work..."

Fudge frowned and said as Tom defended, "It's none of your business, Potter, he wears an invisibility cloak! Moody found him..."

"Oh! That's right, the Invisibility Cloak... By the way, Minister, what do you want to drink, I will send it to you later. Beer? Brandy? Or vodka?"

"Maybe a pot of tea! By the way, a glass of milk or milk tea for Harry, he needs some sugar now!"

Harry was so pale he could almost paint a wall.But obviously Cornelius Fudge misunderstood, he seemed to think that Harry was so weak because he hadn't eaten.

——It turned out that the Minister of Magic was looking for him in person.

"This, this is not enough, is it?"

There was a buzzing in Harry's head, wanting to know what to do with himself.

expulsion?Break the wand, or go to Azkaban Prison...

The roof of Harry's throat quivered and he could barely speak.

After brewing courage for a long time, he finally said it, but asked, "What is [Knight Bus]?"

At this time, Fudge had just said directly to Tom, "A private room, Tom, ... without being disturbed."

Hearing Harry's interjection, both of them froze.

Fudge tried his best to smile, then put his arms around Harry's shoulders, first turned to Tom and said, "Go and prepare! I'll give Harry some knowledge about the wizarding world first..."

"If he can find a real 'transportation vehicle' the next time he leaves home, instead of a Muggle third-rate bus...it will also save us from worrying for so long."

After saying goodbye, Tom turned into the aisle of the [Leaky Cauldron].

And Fudge pulled out his wand with a weary look on his face. (At this time, he was still holding Harry's shoulders tightly, as if he was afraid that Harry would disappear if he let go)
He said to Harry, "Like this, look at Harry... sticking out his wand into the street, and a thought pops into his head—you're getting out of here! Exactly like when you cast the spell!"

Fudge, in a striped robe (holding Harry), is waving his wand below the pavement.

Within seconds, a pair of huge wheels and headlights screeched to a halt a foot in front of them.

— This is a three-story bus, almost like a small house.

Harry wondered for a moment whether it would fall directly to the ground when it ran.

On the top of the car's windshield, there were several golden letters floating around, and it took him a long time to recognize those words - Knight Bus.

"The best means of transport in all of Europe for wizards and wizards in need... Harry!"

Fudge introduced from the side, although he was cold, but vaguely showing off, "In the past 11 years under my leadership, the [Knight Bus] transportation system has completely covered the whole of the UK, and it can even reach the whole of Europe...As long as it is on land, there is nothing you cannot go, of course, you can't go underwater."

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, the emergency passenger transport for witches and wizards in distress, just stick out your wand and step aboard, and we can..."

"My name is Stan Sampak, and today I..."

A conductor with big fan ears, who had just grown up, suddenly ended his jingle, widened his eyes, and stared blankly ahead.

"Minister—Minister! Oh! Why are you here? You are here to ride...Of course, how can you take the ride according to the status of the minister...You must have come to inspect!"

"Ern! Ern! Come and welcome the Minister! The Minister of Magic is here in person, come and see!"

he exclaimed with great excitement.

"Okay!" Fudge waved his hand indifferently, "I don't want to take a ride, nor do I want to inspect, just to popularize the means of transportation in the wizarding world for a little wizard!"

"Very well, you can come here soon, which shows that the subsidies spent by the Ministry of Magic on the [Knight Bus] transportation system every year are still useful. I am very happy, but Harry and I can't stay here now..."

Fudge could not refuse, and pushed Harry forcefully into the [Leaky Cauldron].

Harry could still hear the young wizard named Stan from behind him screaming, "Wake up, Ern! You don't know who I saw? Besides the Minister, there was Potter! Harry Potter... the Minister himself admitted it! Wait... I seem to have just forgotten to look at his scars..."

The sound gets weaker and weaker until it disappears.

Fudge waved his wand with one hand, and with a clever and beautiful gesture, he floated Harry's suitcase and Hedwig in the birdcage like a musician conducting, and followed them through the narrow passage.

"Tom!" cried Fudge.

Panting, old Tom came running crouching, with a roll of parchment in his hand.

After coming over, he panted and said to Fudge, "Minister, there is a private room at the end of the corridor on the third floor, which is suitable for you to handle official business..."

After speaking, he glanced at the parchment again, and said again with certainty, "Yes, Minister, please follow me..."

He clapped his hands, and then a tray about thirty inches in diameter began to follow behind him, and Harry saw some copper pots, copper cups, and a jar of polyhedral transparent sugar cubes of various shapes...

In this way, Harry and Fudge followed Tom upstairs to a small rectangular room.

Compared with the bar below, this place is undoubtedly very clean. There is a long desk under the glass window at the end. There is a stack of parchment on the table, and a gorgeous and unusual black and bright quill automatically writes on it.

With a wave of Tom's hand, the tray dropped, and the fireplace ignited out of thin air.

"Okay, Tom, you can leave!" Fudge ordered.

Tom bowed and walked away backwards.

"Harry, sit down, I need to have a good chat with you." Fudge said, and he waved his wand to arrange Harry's luggage neatly outside the door.

And the back door slammed shut.

Harry sat down.

Fudge was obviously very relaxed now, he took off his striped robe, threw it, and hung it in mid-air.

He unbuttoned the collar of his dark green suit and sat down in the armchair in a comfortable posture.

"We've already met, haven't we? Harry... Let me re-introduce officially this time. I'm Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom."

"Of course, sir! I know you!"

Fudge knocked on the tray, and the teapot on it automatically poured two cups of steaming hot tea, and a toasted scone that overflowed with fragrance also popped out of nowhere.

"Don't be nervous, Harry! Have a sip of tea first! You look dead... need a little sugar to look better."

After Fudge took a sip of the tea in the copper cup, he sighed softly and said, "I'm not afraid of you knowing, you made us panic, especially at this time...and you disappeared for such a long time! I thought...it's lucky that Moody found your trace and said you were in a Muggle bus."

"The most important thing is that you got here safely and nothing happened! This really made me breathe a sigh of relief..."

Fudge's reaction was absolutely beyond Harry's expectations. He was like an elder who cared for the younger generation, looking at Harry gently with a kind smile.

Harry was dumbfounded, his mouth gaping open.

Fudge babbled on and on about what they had done with Aunt Harry's house.

"With Moody's help, your aunt has agreed that you can go back next summer."

"As for now, I think you should stay in [The Leaky Cauldron] this summer vacation! Leave some time for you and your family to think calmly (Harry wanted to refute, but he didn't dare to destroy the harmonious conversation atmosphere)...It's also safe...Old Tom will take care of you..."

"Indeed, being alone in Diagon Alley is more difficult!"

"I originally planned to let the Weasley family take care of you, but they are currently on vacation in Egypt... Arthur Weasley hasn't had a vacation for half a year, and I'm embarrassed to call them back directly..."

"By the way, you are good friends with Arthur's youngest son, Ron, and McGuffin Albert, right?"

"You can use the international mail service to communicate with them in Egypt... This is faster, and the price is not expensive, and it won't be too tiring for your owl!"

"When they come back from Egypt, you won't be alone. What's more, you will see the new flying broom invented by your good friend put on the market in a few days. I suggest you ask Albert directly for one...he has the ability."

“[Universal Light Wheel Company] has maximized the performance of the broom, making it a mature product. I remember you are a Quidditch Seeker, right? You can try it... This is a recommendation and gossip from me, the Minister of Magic... This is a very outstanding epoch-making product.

As he said that, Fudge laughed out loud. He looked very kind like an elder who was chatting with his parents.

But all this made Harry feel more and more wrong.

"Minister, but... but what about my punishment?"

Fudge blinked, his face was a little embarrassed, he was stunned for a while before he said,
"Punishment? Where's the punishment? Harry, you didn't use your wand, did you?"

"no!"

"That's right. Although our staff members rushed to the scene immediately due to false alarms, they quickly figured out the reason... This is just an unfortunate incident where magic power went out of control."

"Not only Muggles, you are also a victim, Harry, don't worry...not to mention the current situation...we have to consider the wizarding world..."

Fudge was vague for a moment, and said directly, "You sure don't want to be fired, do you?"

After getting Harry's affirmative answer.

Fudge laughed easily, stood up and handed Harry a piece of scone, and said, "Well, I'm still busy, and you've seen . . . "

He pointed to the frantic paper and pen on the table, and sent Harry out the door.

Fudge stood at the door, took out the parchment that Tom gave him, looked at it and said, "Room No. [-] on the second floor is empty, you can live there."

Harry glanced at it, and it was densely packed with small characters, especially in the hall marked the first floor, it was even more crowded with words, and those words looked like names of people.

"Relax, Harry! There's only one thing I want to tell you...don't wander around Muggle London, okay? Just stay in Diagon Alley..."

Fudge paused, and then said, "What just happened to you is not isolated. I think your magic power may be out of control due to emotional stimulation again. Here in Diagon Alley, we have wizards who will help you control it."

"Just don't trouble our staff in Muggle society! Wait until you ask a Hogwarts professor next semester, or as you grow older...this kind of thing will rarely happen."

"Yes sir." Harry said goodbye to Fudge after agreeing.

With bread in his mouth, he pulled his luggage and headed towards the second floor.

However, Harry always felt that the reasons Fudge finally convinced him were stumbling, as if they were improvised.

It looked as if he wished he had stayed in Diagon Alley rather than Muggle society.

And all of this... is extremely suspicious!
First of all, the fact that the Minister of Magic himself appeared here to receive him was extremely exaggerated and unusual in itself.

Harry felt he needed to ask McGuffin, who always had a uniquely clear view on such matters.

Although it was strange, but the matter was resolved like this, Harry was very grateful.

However, what Harry didn't see was that under the Muggle street, there was a black stray dog ​​looking at the second-floor window of the [Leaky Cauldron] with extremely complicated eyes.

There was also a half-gnawed chicken frame under its feet.

(End of this chapter)