[HP] Ace Wizard

"[HP] Ace Wizard" Author: Ming Moyang

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harry potter met a gentleman wizard

This talkative wizard uncle is his godfather and a wizard agent

In the end, Harry became the ace agent of the wizarding world

★Before Salvation★

Harry: ...Godfather, does my father know that you are so vicious?What about a gentleman? !

Godfather: That's talkative, not venomous - my dear Harry, that's just a unique expression of a gentleman's charm.

Harry: ...gentleman?

Godfather: Well, gentleman.

★After Salvation★

Godfather: ...Harry, do you know that a gentleman should not be so vicious.

Harry: I learned that from you, dear godfather.As you said, it's a mouthful, not a poisonous tongue - that's what a gentleman is, isn't it?

godfather:……

Things to note

The original stalk of the Knights of the Round Table comes from the Kingsman movie, and it doesn't affect reading if you haven't watched the movie.

CP is SB/HP, there is no difference in clear water, and there is GGAD for soy sauce.

Content tags: fantasy, magic, broken mirror, reunion, Romance of the West, HP

Search keywords: Protagonist: Harry Potter, Sirius Black┃Supporting actors: Albus Dumbledore, Hermione Granger, Lord Voldemort, Luna Lo Lovegood (LunaLovegood).etc.┃Others: Kingsman, HP, AU, BL, Godfather and Son, SBHP

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Chapter 1

Harry Potter got into a fight with the bully of the block again, because after he got into a fight with the leader of the gang, Draco Malfoy, it was clear that Draco was the The son of Lucius, the richest man on the block, everyone would ignore him and kneel down to lick Malfoy's feet.

When he quarreled with Draco again because of a disagreement, he pulled his friend Ron and left the tavern angrily-but he stole Malfoy's exclusive pub while Malfoy was not paying attention. key between brooms.

"Oh, buddy," Ron rode on a broom with an amazed expression, "This is so cool! Is this Nimbus 2001? Although it's not as handsome as the Firebolt|Arrow, it's still so fast!"

Harry ignored his friend, concentrating on controlling the broom.In fact, there was a police car chasing them, and if there were no wizards in the group, they would have been overtaken by now.And if they were caught, they'd both face jail time--seriously, he'd rather have a few more fights with Malfoy than hide in jail like a coward.

Ron's broom suddenly bumped into a bird.In order to prevent Ron from falling, Harry dragged him and put him on a safe roof, forcing him to Apparate before returning to the ground and catching him.

Harry was left alone and was taken back to Scotland Yard in a police car.

"Can I make a phone call?" Harry asked unhurriedly, facing the serious-looking police officer, who didn't seem to be at all afraid of his impending jail time.

"Of course." The police officer looked friendly, "You can call your family and tell your family that you will spend some time in the cell and tell them not to worry."

Harry didn't speak, but silently took out his mobile phone after the police officer left.

To be honest, it never occurred to Harry to call his aunt, the Petunia Dursleys.He always knew that they hated his existence, and if it weren't for the death of Harry's parents, they wouldn't pay attention to this boy, and this boy became a "stain" on their Dursley family-running wild, or If he is a wizard, he is even less welcome to them.

Harry pulled a piece of string from his collar, on which hung a badge with a number written on it.He dialed the string of numbers above.

"Hi, please tell me the content of the complaint." A cold and emotionless female voice came from the phone, and Harry glanced at his phone blankly.

"I'm Harry Potter, oh...someone told me I can call this number when I'm in trouble..."

This badge originated from a meeting in his childhood.At that time, his parents had just died, and he was sent to his aunt's house.Before entering his aunt's house, a man gave him this badge-even if he didn't make this call when he was besieged by Draco Malfoy and Dudley Dursley, but this time, he really I don't want to go to jail.

"Your complaint is wrong, please..." He just finished speaking, when the other party said that, he was stunned, and quickly interrupted the other party, "No, no, I mean..."

"Gryffindor is better than Slytherin."

"Your complaint has been accepted, thank you for calling, goodbye."

The other party hung up the phone so easily, which made Harry feel a little baffled.That's the end?So... did he waste such a call?If that's the case, it's better to call Ron and tell him not to trouble Malfoy alone, because he can't beat him alone...

Besides, Gryffindor, Slytherin?What is this inexplicable thing?

At this time, the door of the interrogation room where Harry was located suddenly opened.

"Harry Potter, you can go."

Harry was released just like that inexplicably, he had no idea what was going on.Could it be that the call just now was actually a call to get what you want?Why is it so easy to get out?

But he was wrong.When Harry saw the older man in the suit at the door, he suddenly had a strange feeling.

Your life will probably change completely.

"Hello, I'm Sirius Black." The man's elegant and gentlemanly demeanor made Harry feel ashamed.He felt that he would never be able to possess such demeanor.

Harry nodded casually at him, as if walking on.A rich man like this Mr. Black and him probably belong to two different worlds.Such nodding acquaintances are probably the best thing for both of them, because they are not from the same world at all - this is a high-society gentleman, and he is just a wizard punk.

"That's how you treat the man who keeps you out of jail?" Harry paused at Sirius' words, and he couldn't help but glance back at the man.

"How about going for a drink with me?" Sirius invited with an elegant smile.

Sirius Black seemed like a very rich man.He took Harry to the famous Three Broomsticks pub, and ordered a glass of signature butter beer for each of them.

"This tastes good, you can try it." Sirius raised his glass to him and took a sip himself.

"...Thank you." Harry picked up the glass hesitantly. He rarely drank, because he felt that almost every time he drank, something would happen to him—the last time he went to drink with Ron, he had already entered the police station. ...

"This alcohol content is very low." Seemingly seeing what he was thinking, the man opposite said with a chuckle.

Harry took a sip cautiously, and when he tasted that it was indeed sweet, he took a big sip boldly, then put down his glass and looked at the man across from him.

Even though he has been struggling in this small town for many years (this is nothing to Harry, after all, he has become a well-known "thug leader" who fights and fights since he was 15 years old, although the actual There are not many people in the world who are his subordinates), and Harry has never seen such a good-looking man.

In Harry's opinion, the little white-faced Malfoy with light blond hair and his long-haired father were both good-looking, but compared with this man, they seemed nothing.Maybe it's not because of their looks, because to be honest, they all look good, but when compared, the temperament and demeanor of the whole body make people feel that they are completely incomparable.

The Malfoys seem haughty and flamboyant, just like those pretentious upper-class people born with golden keys in their mouths that are often seen on TV-they even claim to have dealt with the Queen.And this Mr. Black... The suit and glasses make him look like a gentleman without any objectionable, handsome appearance, coupled with a black long-handled umbrella, he is simply the most outstanding British gentleman .

Let alone himself, even Malfoy and Dudley might seem like punks compared to him.Harry looked down.

"Remember me? We met 13 years ago." Sirius looked at him.

It took Harry a long time to figure out when he was talking about the meeting.Seriously, at the age of 5, he'd basically forgotten all about it—if it wasn't for the badge he wore.

"I have a question I want to ask you." Seeing that Harry didn't answer, Sirius was not angry, "Why do you want to degenerate yourself?"

Volunteer?he?Wasn't he originally black?Messy hair, broken glasses, torn baggy jeans, and a battered hat—he touched his forehead again, where there was a scar he couldn't even remember how it got there.

"Fight and fight, or use magic