I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 180 Black Pot Man Black
Harry's longing for the Firebolt, Louis also understands and sympathizes with him. In his previous life, he would often open the app for selling cars when he had nothing to do. Even if he couldn't afford it, he could satisfy his hunger, right?

If there were no Louis and Hermione, let Harry live here by himself, maybe he would have to go to the Firebolt every day for the rest of the day to enjoy his eyesight.

Of course, Harry's situation is so much better than Louis's in his previous life. At least Harry can really afford the Firebolt at this stage, but he just can't bear the money.

Don't underestimate Harry. The small coffers accumulated by the Potter family from selling shampoo over the years are not hundreds of thousands, but 10,000+.

There is nothing special about the following days, every day is either shopping or on the way shopping.Catherine and Hermione have a strong desire to buy. Every day, they bring Christaza with them to go shopping in Diagon Alley.

There was no need to worry about homework, and Louis's homework was handed over to Christaza, and the Dragon Maid was really outraged.

The weather is relatively hot today, with the temperature as high as 28 degrees Celsius. In order to relieve the heat, the group chose to sit outside Florin's Cold Drink Shop and eat some ice cream to cool off.

Louis likes their chocolate ball ice cream very much, but unfortunately, the chocolate balls are not sold alone, and they will only be paired with a chocolate ball when buying three-color ice cream, which makes him a little depressed.

Catherine, who doted on him, forked away the vanilla and original flavors that he didn't like, and put her own and Kristaza's chocolate balls in front of Louis, which put a smile on his face again.

"What's for dinner?" Harry asked as he scooped up ice cream, following the rule of self-examination every day to the end.

At this time, someone called his name vigorously, and he looked back, it was Ron.

"I found you after all. I asked Tom and said that you went out to play." Ron sat down next to Hermione, and hugged Hermione's shoulders carelessly. My sister thought of a trip to Egypt, and this kid was actually enlightened. up?

Hermione's cheeks were flushed, but she didn't stop Ron from moving.

He was carrying a lot of books in his hand, and Christaza took them and stuffed them into her space backpack.

"You just bought books. Last week we bought all the things we need for the school." Harry's tone was showing off, "School starts tomorrow, and you came back late enough..."

"That's why we'll spend the night at the Leaky Cauldron tonight, and you can go to King's Cross with us tomorrow." Ron said, putting his head on Hermione's shoulder.

Then he pulled out a slender box from his knapsack and opened it: "Look, brand new wand, fourteen inches long, wicker, with a unicorn's tail hair - oh, thanks to Louis, thanks Your credits..." He said, looking at Louis.

Louis didn't say anything, and the hand around Catherine's neck gave Ron a thumbs up.

Looking at the two couples in front of him, Harry suddenly felt a little redundant.

I'm full, I'm full even with dog food...

"It's almost my birthday, and my parents gave me ten Galleons, let me choose something, and celebrate my happy birthday in advance." Hermione checked her wallet.

Having said that, Ron patted her on the other shoulder, and pulled out another set of beautifully packaged books from his backpack.

It is a complete set of ancient runes learning set.

Hermione looked at her boyfriend's carefully selected gifts, and rushed over to kiss him on the cheek.

"Oh, Ronnie." Hermione was delighted.

"Your birthday present was originally intended to be given to you on your birthday, but since you mentioned it, I can't wait." Ron said with a smirk.

Harry felt a little sick to his stomach.

"I think I should go and buy an owl." Hermione let go of Ron and thought for a moment. "I mean, Louis has his Emeris, Harry has his Hedwig, you have Emily." Roll--"

"I don't have one." Ron said quickly, "Errol belongs to our family, all I have is Scabbers."

Speaking of this, he took out his pet mouse from his pocket: "I want to send it for inspection, I feel like he is not acclimatized in Egypt."

Banban looked thinner than before, and even his beard drooped visibly.

"There's a magical animal store over there." Catherine pointed over there. "You can see if you should buy something for your mouse. Hermione can also buy an owl there."

"Yes!" Ron quickly stood up and urged everyone to go over there.

The shop was relatively narrow inside, every inch of the wall wanted to hang a cage, and the shop was smelly and noisy. Catherine frowned and dragged Christaza out, intending to wait for them outside.

Christasa doesn't like this smell either. As a dragon, her sense of smell is very sensitive.

On the counter was a large cage of silky black mice playing a sort of hopping game with their long bald tails.

Ron approached the counter, took out Banban and handed it over: "This is my number, since I brought it to Egypt and brought it back, it has been in a bit of a bad state, I wonder if it is not acclimatized? "

"Put it on the counter," said the witch, drawing a pair of heavy black spectacles from her pocket.The mice in the cage looked at Banban on the counter, stopped playing the jumping game, and huddled together in the cage to get close to Banban, staring at him intently and chattering.

Banban looked bruised and bruised. Compared with the slick mouse in the cage, it looked very sad.

"How old is the mouse?" said the witch, picking up Scabbers.

"I don't know." Ron replied, "It turned out to be my brother's pet."

"What can it do?" asked the witch, examining Scabbers.

"Especially for sleeping." Ron replied without thinking.

The witch's eyes turned from Scabbers' torn ear to one of his front paws, where a toe was missing.The witch made a tsk-tsk sound, and said with emotion: "It looks like it has suffered a lot... For an ordinary mouse like this, don't expect it to live for more than three years."

"I still suggest that you change to a more viable creature as soon as possible. Of course, if you don't want to, you can try this potion." The witch said, reaching out to take out a small red bottle from under the counter.

"What kind of potion is this? How much does it cost?" Ron's eyes were a little straightened. He thought that Banban was hopeless, but suddenly such a good thing appeared, and it looked very powerful. The liquid in the red vial Even still glowing slightly.

"Rat tonic, a bottle of seven silver Sickles." The witch replied, and the two paid the money and delivered the goods, simply.

Now Ron has hundreds of credits, and he doesn't worry about money at all. Money is basically not a big problem for him, and he can even subsidize his family.

Ron got his tonic, and looked back to see that Louis and the others had left.

When I was looking again, I happened to see three people walking towards him over there.

Hermione happily carried a cage containing a beautiful, tan owl.

"I want to call it Kathy, do you think it sounds nice?" Hermione asked with a smile while holding the cage.

"Oh, no, don't." Louis quickly stopped her: "I advise you to change your name..."

"Why?" Hermione asked puzzled.

Louis pointed to Catherine, who was whispering to Christaza, "I often call this Catherine. If you don't want to be hung upside down, I suggest you change your name..."

"Just call her Amy." Hermione immediately changed the owl's name from the heart.

You can't change it, Catherine is the biggest bully.

Returning to the Leaky Cauldron, they found Mr. Weasley sitting in a corner of the bar, reading the Daily Prophet.

"Louis! Catherine! Harry! Hermione! How are you?" He looked up at them smiling.

"Very good, thank you." The four replied in unison.

Harry sat down, Mr. Weasley put down the newspaper, and Harry saw the familiar picture of Sirius Black staring at him.

"Haven't they caught him yet?" Harry asked.

"No," replied Mr. Weasley, looking extremely serious. "In the Ministry, they told us to drop our jobs and try to find him, and it can be seen that we haven't had that luck yet."

Harry suddenly became interested: "If we catch him, will there be a reward for us? It would be best to get some money—"

"Don't talk nonsense, Harry," said Mr. Weasley. If you look carefully, you will find that he looks very nervous. "Black will not be caught by a 13-year-old boy. It will be Azka who will bring him back." Ban's guard, you remember my words."

At this time, Mrs. Weasley also came over, carrying a lot of shopping in her hands, followed by her children, Gemini, Ginny, and the high-spirited Percy who had just been elected as the president of the student union.

Ginny has always liked Harry very much, especially when she saw Ron and Hermione talking side by side, she looked at Harry differently, and there was a strong flame burning inside.

"Hello." Percy held out his hand solemnly, looking very serious.

"Hello, Percy." Harry suppressed a smile, and took Percy's hand.

Louis on the side hurriedly buried his face in Catherine's chest, giggling, but made no sound, only he and Catherine could hear it.

"Oh, Louis, what are you doing!" Mrs. Weasley hurried over and pulled Louis' head out of Catherine's arms: "We are still outside, how can you two do this? The impact is too bad! "

Louis didn't say anything, and pointed to Ron who was feeding each other cakes with Hermione.

Mrs. Weasley put her hips on her hips and said unhappily: "The two of them just feed each other something, you two... it's so irritating!"

"Sorry, Aunt Molly." Louis admitted his mistake very well, and so did Catherine, expressing that he had indulged Louis too much.

Mrs. Weasley was not really angry, nor was she meddling in other people's business. She really treated Louis and Catherine as her own children, so she stopped their indecent intimacy in public.

While Mrs. Weasley was greeting everyone, Mr. Weasley called Harry.

"Let me talk to you, okay?"

Harry stood up in a daze, and followed Mr. Weasley to the side.

"Looking forward to the new term?" Mr. Weasley said in an easing of the tension.

"It's okay." Harry didn't know what Mr. Weasley was going to say to him, but he was a little nervous—maybe the ignorant words before made him angry?
"Harry, some people in the Ministry of Magic may object to me revealing this to you, but I think you should know the truth." Having said that, Mr. Weasley looked around and continued, "You now There is danger... great danger!"

Harry couldn't fix this sentence. He raised his head and frowned and asked, "Dangerous? What danger can I be in?"

As he said that, he saw the arrest warrant for Black on the wall of the bar, and he had an idea: "This matter has something to do with Sirius Black, right, sir?"

Mr. Weasley looked back, left and right, and asked Harry, "How much do you know about Sirius Black?"

"All I know is that he escaped from Azkaban." Harry said nonsense.

"Know why?" Mr. Weasley stared at him intently.

Harry shook his head not knowing.

Mr. Weasley replied slowly, "Thirteen years ago, when you prevented—" He stopped suddenly.

"When Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"Don't mention his name." Mr. Weasley shuddered: "When you stop..." He still gestured with his hands: "When you-know-how, Black lost everything, but he He is still a loyal servant, so in his eyes, you are the only one standing in the middle, preventing the mysterious man from making a comeback."

"That's why he escaped from Azkaban and came to you."

"Then kill me." Harry said, his tone very calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

It's not a big deal for him to be so calm. After all, no one can be hunted down by the world's biggest big devil since he was one year old. Killing is not a big deal.

Oh yes, it's not counter-killing the big devil, it's counter-killing the big devil twice.

The mentality of young people is good.

Mr. Weasley took a deep breath, and said earnestly: "Harry, I want you to promise me that no matter what you hear, you will not take the initiative to find Black..."

"Mr. Weasley..." Harry asked a little puzzled, "Why would I find someone who wants to kill me?"

Mr. Weasley said nothing, just patted Harry on the shoulder.

"As long as you remember my words, okay, let's go back now Harry, Molly and the others must have been waiting impatiently."

(End of this chapter)