[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

The Leaky Cauldron welcomes two oddly dressed guests - heavy trench coats on a hot July day.One was tall and thin, the other short and stout, both wearing cowboy hats with the brims so low that the eyes could not be seen.

But this is not surprising, as a bar, more people come here every day.

Outlandish clothes, maverick - old Tom has seen what kind of person Bu Lun is.

He sent two glasses of beer, and the dust on them made it hard not to suspect that the glasses had never been cleaned.This place is really dirty and dark, and usually when you first walk in, you don't think it's a famous place in the wizarding world.

"Are you sure he will come?" the short and fat man said in a low voice after the bar owner left.His voice was low and hoarse, as if it was stuck in his throat and couldn't come out.

He glanced at the aisle leading to Diagon Alley, where a few people entered, but none of them were their target for tonight.

"If he's what he appears to be, then—" the other man paused, "here he comes."

The visitor came out from the passage, also not wanting to be recognized by others.He lowered his hood, barely hiding his striking blond hair.He quickly looked around the bar, as if he was looking for something - then, he sat down beside the two weird men.

"Who are you?" Gerald Lockhart said, he was a little depressed - on such a beautiful night, he gave up spending a good night with his female book fans, and came here, thousands of miles away in the Leaky Cauldron - —Meet two strange men who don't know who they are.

What an incredible thing, but Lockhart still came, because the benefits given on the envelope were attractive enough.

"Speak quickly." Lockhart urged impatiently, he hoped that the intelligence the two said was worthy of the name, and not some worthless false news.

The bar owner came over again and interrupted their conversation.Lockhart looked at the wine glass in distaste, waved his hand, and asked Old Tom to take it down.

Now, with no one in the way, it's time to get down to business.

The tall, thin man snapped his fingers—a good spell to prevent eavesdropping: shut your ears and listen.

He sat up straight, leaned on the stool behind him relaxedly, and cut straight to the point, "Do you know Sirius Black?"

"Oh, oh, how could you not know. The vicious murderer, the second in command of the dark dynasty - no one does not know, he is a celebrity." Lockhart said, "You asked me to come to discuss this Yes."

"Of course." said the chunky man.

This made Lockhart rather annoyed, and was about to get angry and leave when he heard what the man before him said.His voice is very high-pitched, even harsh, but this does not prevent people from being attracted by it at all.

"What if I say Sirius Black is not a Death Eater?"

"Impossible!" Lockhart became excited. "He once killed thirteen people with a single spell! Among them was Peter Pedilou, the poor wizard who only had one finger left!"

At that time, Lockhart was so scared that he hid in hiding, but he didn't miss the next issue of the "Daily Prophet". After all, if you want to avoid the disaster of war, you need a source of news.After the Dark Lord's downfall, the most authoritative newspapers in the wizarding world reported the news about Sirius Black for almost a few weeks.That photo—the one with Peter Pedirou's finger—was still fresh in Lockhart's memory.

"There is nothing impossible, a finger, that is just a sharp weapon to escape to heaven." Next, the man's words surprised Lockhart.Peter Pedillo is not dead, he is the real culprit and not Sirius Black.Lockhart digested the other party's words, and had to admit that they were indeed capable of screenwriting.He had a hunch that if he sold this news to the "Daily Prophet", he would definitely earn a good price.

Unfortunately, this news is purely fabricated.

"The stories you tell are really touching." He sighed. "You know, even if you are my fans, it doesn't mean that I can take what you say seriously. Of course, I can understand that feeling. You have to Knowing a shocking secret, it is as magnificent as it is written in my personal biography. But I have to remind you that this is unlikely. It is good to have ideals, but not everyone can go through the same experience as me All sorts of adventures turn out to be good. And while it might break your heart, I'll tell you the truth - but it's not for nothing, well, you're lucky, at least I found time to listen to the story."

Ron, the chunky man, suddenly swallowed a fly.Lockhart, you really have the ability to be disgusting!

"It's not a figment of the imagination," said Harry, trying not to be so rude.He had to think about Sirius, about his godfather - then it would have been worth spending any more time with Lockhart.

"I know where Peter Pedilou is. In order to get news, he turned into a mouse and hid in a wizard's family all the year round. And that family is the red-haired Weasley."

"Weasley?"

"Yes, Weasley," Ron continued, "the Weasleys have a spotted-footed mouse with a broken toe. That's Pediru, and he's been in the family for 11 years. "

"No hamster can live so long. He treats himself as a pet and endures the humiliation. I really don't know why." Ron said, he frowned, which brought back bad memories in him.

"But how do you know that the mouse is Pediru?" Lockhart asked suspiciously.

In exchange for a cold look from Harry - this time, he finally saw the tall and thin man who was talking to him.The other party had inverted triangle eyes and raised eyebrows. A horrible scar ran across his right eye, and there was nothing there. Obviously, the man's right eye was blind.Also, it doesn't look good.

Lockhart wisely stopped asking this question, and instead cared about the other party's purpose.

"What do you want me to do?" He had to drop his posture, and years of experience told him that he had better do it.

"You don't need to do anything," said Harry, hissing like a snake.He pushed a bottle of potion over, "Just one drop, and the transformed Agmanis will return to his real body. Think about it, Lockhart, what a brilliant stroke this will be for you." , there will be another story in those biographies of yours. Even, even the Ministry of Magic can't help but ignore your contribution. If you are smart enough - then there is no doubt that you will succeed! Not some small tricks - You're going to be really famous!" With that, Harry and Ron stood up.

He looked at Lockhart with gloomy eyes, and said softly, "Sometimes forgetting is not without accidents!"

Lockhart's figure suddenly paused, he looked at the other party in surprise, and broke out in a cold sweat.But the two men never gave him another look—they strode out of the bar.

Really need to think about it.Lockhart recalled what the other person said, and it didn't take long before he got up and left with trembling steps.He glanced out, but he didn't see the figures of the two as expected.

It never occurred to him that the two men who told the shocking secret and frightened him were just 12-year-old children.

And at this moment, he was hiding in a remote Muggle alley.

"It's about time," said Ron, casting a bunch of spells.At this time, the effect of the compound decoction was slowly fading.

The tall man across from him suddenly became shorter, and his voice changed—thank God, he finally didn't have to endure this voice, it was squeaky, it was clearly a man but it looked like a delicate little girl.

From the moment Ron saw Harry's transformation, he began to wonder if he did it on purpose. Otherwise, there were so many Muggles, how could he have chosen such a "lethal" body by chance!

But he is wise not to ask this question, he knows that Harry's current temper is definitely not something he can bear!

"Did Dumbledore tell you something?" This was what Ron was most concerned about.

Harry glanced at him. "Why do you ask?"

"Why!" said Ron angrily, grabbing Harry's shoulders and looking straight into his eyes, "We all know what's going on - when Hermione saw Snape's memory Almost didn't go crazy!"

"Harry Potter, can you never let people miss you so much!"

"Okay, okay." Harry smiled helplessly, "Dumbledore talked to me before the end of the semester. He said that when people grow old, they like to recall the past, lament the years, and fear being alone, so let me go to the headmaster Go to the room and spend more time with him."

"Harry!"

"Don't doubt my words, little Luo Luo. Dumbledore is a smart man, and I am not a fool. Some things are tacit, and there is no need to say it. I know what you are worried about. Trust me, it will not happen of."

"Okay." Ron compromised unwillingly. He couldn't do anything with Harry - not as good as Hermione and the ferret, but fortunately, they were able to cure him.

So he changed the subject in a timely manner.

"Do you think Lockhart will take the bait?"

This is what the old fox Potter cares about the most-Ron thinks that the other party will stay here and talk to him more.

Then, he looked at Harry and smiled determinedly, "Of course."

Hufflepuff said so, without saying hello, and just apparated in front of his red-haired friend.

&small theater&

Ron: Harry Potter! ! ! ! !

Harry: What's the matter, my dear little Rollo?

Ron: I beg the author to abuse him!abuse him!

Author: What should I do? I prefer to abuse you and pick my nose.

The author has something to say:

Harry's abnormality Dumbledore will definitely have some scruples, this is not the black old Deng, but the old Deng is that kind of person. But the plain old Deng can't do anything, I think the principal is quite cute, but he is too alive Tired! ╮(￣▽￣")╭

I put it up as soon as I got off the train and arrived at the dormitory today. If I have time, I will add more yards and keep dropping as much as possible.

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