The Golden Age of HP Rebirth

sparkle.There was a musty smell in the room, the smell of clothes hanging on the balcony on a rainy day after washing. The bookshelves were covered with dust and looked overwhelmed and crumbling. Only a few wizards who hid their figures in black robes with hoods looked down at the bookshelf. What.

Sitting behind the counter was a witch with gray and disheveled hair, stooped, stooped to pick and choose in the drawer, muttering in her mouth, she didn't know what she was talking about.Harry didn't say anything, just slammed the book on the counter, kicking up a cloud of dust with a bang.The old witch couldn't help coughing, then raised her head and gave Harry a vicious gouging look.Her face was dark yellow, her lips were tightly pressed, and wrinkles crawled up her forehead, the corners of her eyes, and around her lips.

Without saying a word, he began to count the books Harry bought one by one. "Four galleons, seven silver Sickles, twenty nuts," the witch spat out a few words, and Harry immediately put on a bitter face: "It's so expensive." After hearing this, the witch immediately stared at the shriveled money bag in Harry's hand , it seemed that Harry was going to throw a curse on him without paying. "Do you want to recruit people for this bookstore? This way you can relax a little bit." The witch snorted, and after sweeping the coins on the counter into the drawer, she bent down and continued the previous action, making it clear that she was walking slowly and not sending them away, so she didn't need to talk about work. attitude.Harry sighed, cast a few spells at the book and put it into the leather bag as usual.

Anyway, he didn't think he would have to work in a bookstore, he shuddered as he recalled the witch's expression and continued walking.Bojinbok store, I think the Dark Lord once worked here.Harry took a deep breath and walked in.

The Bojinbok store is the biggest store in the entire Lane, but it is also dilapidated and messy. The somewhat stooped and thin man is facing the sun with his head up and is constantly cleaning a spherical crystal ornament. His oily hair is all sliding to his head. After that makes him look a little funny. "Mr. Burke?" Harry asked cautiously.

The man glanced at him, continued to wipe the crystal in his hand, and glanced again after a few seconds, with doubts and searching in his eyes. After seeing the coat of arms on Harry's chest, he immediately put down the things in his hand, turned around, and used His voice, as greasy as his hair, asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Harry smiled at him and said, "Indeed, I would like to ask if you need an assistant?"

The man gave him a wary look: "What do you mean by 'assistant'?"

"I just came back here from Germany, and I want to find a job. Your magic shop is undoubtedly the most attractive to me." Harry continued to say with a smile, although there was a color of request, but he was still neither humble nor overbearing.

"I'm afraid...in such a peaceful age, I can't recruit...the followers of the former Great Demon Lord Gellert Grindelwald." The man drew his tone, and glanced at the coat of arms on Harry's chest from the corner of his eyes again and again.

"Oh, do you mean this?" Harry held up the coat of arms in his hand. It was a coat of arms with a circular pattern wrapped with ivy, a circle with a triangle embedded in it, and a straight line running through it, making it an axis. Symmetrical graphics. "This is not the emblem of Grindelwald, but the pattern of the Three Deathly Hallows, which you can find in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard"."

The man looked at Harry suspiciously, as if he didn't fully believe what he said.

"I'm very curious about the Deathly Hallows. That's why I want to be your assistant in the store. I wonder if I'm qualified for an interview?"

The man sneered, lowered his head, and quickly threw another object to Harry. Harry quickly cast a few spells over it, and then let the object stop firmly in front of his eyes. "The hand of glory, the one who holds it can shine light in the dark, but others can't see it." The middle fingernail of that hand was almost poking into Harry's eyeball.

"As you wish, come and wipe the table at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning." After the man finished speaking, he walked to the storage room behind.

Harry let out a breath, sweat running down his spine.He has always known that Bojinbok is not an easy person to deal with, and a person who can open a shop full of black magic and unknown dangerous goods is a fish in a pond.He remembered that when he followed Malfoy and his son, they were so arrogant and polite to him.And Bock is an old surname too.Never underestimate the old wizarding family, this is also what Harry learned in the war.Harry walked out of Knockturn Lane, dusted his clothes with his hands, the arms disappeared, and the robes returned to their original blackness.

It has been more than two weeks since I returned to this era. Harry once went to No. 4 Privet Drive one evening, and saw his "brother" Andrew walking out with two garbage bags in his hand.It was midsummer, and Andrew's hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead. Harry couldn't help reaching out his hand to stroke his hair up for him.Andrew glanced at Harry feeling something, with some doubts in his eyes, he took two steps forward, sorted the garbage and threw it into the trash can.Harry stood still, and when he turned around, he smiled brightly: "Maybe you want to eat an ice cream with me." Andrew looked at Harry warily, and finally murmured: "I'm not sure if it's okay, if My aunt will blame me for being late."

"Comeon, it's okay, if it's too late, I'll ask your aunt to make it clear."

Seeing that Andrew was still hesitant, Harry continued, "I'm the same kind of person as you, I know who you are, Andrew Potter—the son of a hero, right?" He winked at Andrew slyly. wink.

Andrew looked at Harry in surprise and joy at first, grinned unconsciously, and scratched his head in embarrassment after hearing the title, "I'm not a hero, and I can't remember what happened at that time..."

"I know, why don't we find a place to sit down and talk slowly? Speaking of which, I know a little about the Potter family, maybe you want to hear it?"

After hearing this, Andrew completely let go of his guard, rushed to the front excitedly, and said, "Let me do it, I know which ice cream shop is the best."

Looking at the cheering figure in front of him, Harry smiled slightly, his eyes full of nostalgia, and he also started to run.

The setting sun dipped into the surrounding clouds in large swaths, crimson rippling in the sky, pulling out layers of ripples, flocks of birds shuttled across the sky, and elongated tree shadows stretched along the road.Harry and Andrew sat leisurely on the tables and chairs outside the ice cream shop. Andrew listened to Harry's words with wide eyes, sometimes burst into laughter, sometimes exclaimed in surprise, and sometimes silently scooped a scoop of ice cream with his eyes down... Memories are always gentle, Harry slowly told the past, the lines of his face softened a little.Before leaving, Harry gave Andrew some photos, one was the wedding photo of Lily and James, and the other was the photo of them graduating from Hogwarts.The photo album of his parents has been kept in his leather bag and carried with him.Watching Andrew put the photo of his parents in his pocket with red eyes, Harry silently looked at his soft red hair, intending to wave goodbye.

"You...will you come again? I mean, I will miss you." Andrew grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands, with anticipation in his eyes.

"See you soon!" Harry said as he took a pendant from his waist, which was a piece of wood with strange spells engraved on it.This was given to them by Charlie when they first arrived in Egypt, saying that it was a local protection talisman in Egypt.Harry handed it to Andrew and said, "This is an amulet. I cast some spells on it and it will keep you safe." He patted his head again: "Then, goodbye." Apparation left, leaving Andrew holding the amulet in a daze, staring at the place where he disappeared.

After working for more than a month, Harry finally understood why Voldemort refused the invitation from the Ministry of Magic and came to work as a clerk instead.He had read some detective novels written by Muggles before, and he was always a little puzzled and disdainful that great detectives often rely on the power of street vendors or homeless people to solve cases perfectly. Only now did he feel the gossip and "folklore" great charm.

Flipping through the notes in his hand, Harry decided to take a day off tomorrow to go to Godric's Hollow.Black magic products full of unknown dangers are not street stalls, they can be seen everywhere, and generally only the ancient wizard families will keep some "authentic products".So if you want to work in the Bojinbok store, the first thing you need to do is to understand the basic knowledge of various ancient wizard families. gossip.For example, the address of the mansion, the collection of family heirlooms, etc.Harry looked at the price on the back of "Born Noble-Genealogy of Wizards" he had bought at Dawson's Bookstore before, and the corner of his mouth twitched, feeling a little pained. If he had known earlier, he would not have bought this book.His "home" was blown up by Voldemort a long time ago, and now he can only live in the guest room of the Leaky Cauldron every day, and three meals a day are also settled in the restaurant, and the balance on hand is getting less and less. Part of the reason for Derek Valley.

In fact, Harry had thought about this problem long before time travel, just like Malfoy Manor and No. 12 Grimmauld Place, the Potter family, as an ancient wizarding family, must have an ancestral home, and Lily and Potter's house Apparently just a love nest of their own construction.Sure enough, in the customer information book that Mr. Bork gave him, he found the Potter family's ancestral home in Godric's Hollow.

All ancient wizarding families will gradually develop a characteristic, just like the Malfoy family is the representative of Slytherin, and the Potter family is the representative of Gryffindor.It's not that all Malfoys will enter Slytherin, and all Potters will enter Gryffindor, but that symbolizes that Gryffindor's optimism, enthusiasm, and bravery have been integrated into the blood and passed down from generation to generation.