Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 131 Big news in Diagon Alley!
The Ministry of Magic seemed to have nothing to do with Harry as a troublemaker. After writing several letters to Harry in a row, the Office of the Ministry of Magic's Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, which had been put down, never wrote to Harry again.

To be honest, if it was someone else, maybe it was the Auror who came to talk to him by now, Burning Goose. Fudge, the leader, took the lead in admitting cowardice when facing a little devil with a lot of buffs. The staff below Naturally pretending not to see.

Isn’t the adult’s world full of all kinds of compromises and interest exchanges? In the case of Sirius Black, the follow-up impact of the tough Dumbledore and Grindelwald is directly related to Sirius. Everyone in the Ministry of Magic has become trouble that no one wants to cause.

The Ministry of Magic has covered up the death of four people one after another. Those unlucky ghosts who did not intend to return the property of the Black family have all committed suicide in front of their own doors. What kind of voodoo party, there is no voodoo party at all, the English wizarding world There has never been a voodoo enforcer in strange armor with a huge Deathly Hallows tattooed on his back.

An underage little wizard doesn't play around wasting time during the holidays, but practice magic and learn knowledge seriously at home. How can this kind of thing be considered a violation, right?If it wasn't for Fudge's busy schedule recently, he would have been eager to come and deliver the banner of "Self-discipline, Diligence and Discipline".

After the "ghost" incident at home was over, Dudley was finally able to sleep peacefully. Two days later, his uncle and aunt who went on a business trip to France also came back with big bags and small bags. The young man shared his joy. Uncle Vernon signed two big orders for drilling rigs in a row this month. If all goes well, the Dursleys will take another big step in the ranks of the middle class.

"You've only been back for a week, Harry, why are you leaving again?"

Aunt Petunia looked at Harry who was feasting on the dining table, and patted his head with some reluctance.

"I'll be back at Christmas, and I won't forget to ask Hedwig to bring you a letter, and isn't there another day? I'm going to buy books in Diagon Alley today, why don't you go and read them together?"

Diagon Alley is where Muggle-born wizards are allowed to bring their parents along, and it's one of the few areas in the wizarding world that's semi-open to certain Muggles.

"Can we go too?!"

Dudley, who still had half a pie in his mouth, raised his head sharply, staring at Harry blankly.

"Of course, but don't tell others. The magic world is still kept secret from ordinary people, but as my relatives, of course you can."

"If you slipped your tongue in your dreams, maybe an Auror will suddenly appear in front of you and modify your memory."

"Hey~" Dudley showed a hint of disgust on his face, "Revise memory? You wizards are really... evil at home."

"So, the place where our group of evil guys are located needs to be separated from people who don't know magic, otherwise there will be trouble."

Harry shrugged, magic had too much of an advantage against ordinary people, especially when it came to sneaking around.

"To be honest, the magic world is not as good as you think. At least in England, we will not continue to manage the current society with the old regulations of more than a hundred years ago, and the Ministry of Magic doesn't even bother to update the regulations regularly."

"What's the effect of this?" Dudley asked a little confused.

"For example, if the legal provisions are still the same as they were hundreds of years ago." Harry pointed to the garden outside, "There will be a few niggas lying on the ground picking cotton."

"Puff~cough cough cough." Dudley was choked up, his face flushed.

"I'm not talking nonsense. The wizarding world in England is still living in the Middle Ages. If I didn't need to buy books, I wouldn't bother to go to Diagon Alley. Can you imagine that the floor of a bar has not been cleaned for at least ten years? And we think To get there, you have to walk across the sticky floor, and then go through the door next to the garbage can to the medieval shopping street."

"100% has a long history. Those houses were built at least three centuries ago, and there is definitely an atmosphere of historical precipitation."

Harry didn't hesitate to complain and tore up part of the mystery about the wizarding world. After finishing breakfast, Uncle Vernon was sorry that he couldn't go with him. He had a lot of things to do after being promoted, so Aunt Petunia He and Dudley followed Harry towards downtown London.

Although he is driving without a license, Harry is not at all worried that he will be stopped by the police for questioning. He was almost five and a half feet tall when he started school last year, and after a year, he ate the meat of a magical creature with an unknown amount of energy explosion. , drank an unknown number of bottles of potions to strengthen his body, he grew eight inches in a year, and Harry, who had jumped to nearly 1.9 meters, combined with his bronzed muscles, said that he was 22 people believed.

That big elbow leaned towards the window, and the policemen in downtown London who weighed two to three hundred catties really didn't dare to casually step forward to question Harry who was driving with one hand.

"We have arrived."

After stopping the car in the parking area, Harry led them to the side of a video store, pointing to the empty wall ahead and said.

"There is a door here?"

With a suspicious look on his face, Dudley reached out and touched it, but only found the hard wall.

"A bit of deceptive magic." Harry smiled at his cousin, and then opened the old oak door of the Leaky Cauldron.

After stepping into this dim space, Dudley and Petunia couldn't help but look around, but the dilapidated look before them quickly lost their interest. The Leaky Cauldron was still the same as last year, zero. Scattered guests are drinking alcohol and smoking big cigarettes in the bar, and the sloppy drinkers and the sloppy bar are very harmonious.

Aunt Petunia, who was obsessed with cleanliness, turned pale at the moment. The moment she stepped on the sticky floor, she immediately regretted it.

"I'll wait for you outside."

Aunt Petunia, who was covering her mouth and trying not to retch, said weakly that the magical world she dreamed of when she was a child was completely shattered at this moment.

"Go and see Diagon Alley before going? It's much cleaner inside."

Biting her lip and hesitating for a moment, Petunia sighed and shook her head lightly, "I'm not a wizard anyway, forget it, let Dudley go shopping with you."

"I'll go to the mall outside to buy you two pieces of clothes. I've grown so much this year that the ones in the closet don't fit anymore."

She patted Harry's head lovingly, then walked out through the open door without looking back.

"Mom was scared away."

Dudley shrugged and was speechless, but he also knew that his mother was a clean freak, and Dudley was a little uncomfortable with the weird soft touch under his feet, let alone her.

"Then let's go and come back quickly, so as not to keep my aunt waiting too long."

The deformed and separated wall bricks on both sides gave way to a wide road. After seeing such a scene, Dudley's impression of the wizarding world was a little bit better, and the scene outside the brick arch was similar to Harry's description.

Walking on the quaint streets, he looked at them with great interest. However, after removing the novelty brought by magic, the commercial streets full of people were chaotic, and the picture began to become ordinary, except for the Quidditch boutiques that could make people In addition to his bright eyes, he started to get a little bored after following Harry around to buy materials.

"Hey, Harry! You wizards are also starstruck?"

After coming out of the grocery store that sold equipment and potion raw materials, Dudley pointed to the Lihen Bookstore where the crowd gathered in the distance and asked strangely.

"Uh, maybe?"

Looking at the eye-catching magic banner, Harry couldn't help curling his lips. He specially chose to come to Diagon Alley on the last day of the holiday, just because he didn't want to meet that nasty thing.

Harry very much hopes that the person who will replace Grindelwald to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts in the second year is Remus Lupine, but the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts is actually a bit problematic, although Grindelwald taught for a whole year safe and sound, but he is Grindelwald after all!
He is the biggest dark wizard leader in Europe today. Voldemort is cruel, but he is dead after all, but Grindelwald is still alive and well. Of course, the curse of a dead Dark Lord on the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts is nothing. If there is no living dark wizard, he can do it, but it doesn't mean that other people can also do it.

After all, Hogwarts has an old tradition of dying or crippling a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor a year. It has been like this for decades and has never changed. People are even saying: Even Grindel Guys like Wo only teach for one year, maybe the curse is even stronger now.

So, it was just a matter of choosing a sacrifice from Azkaban. Oh no, Dumbledore, who chose the professor, could only choose a tall man among the very few short men, those who risked their lives for the high monthly salary of 500 Galleons Almost none of the people who came here were capable people, because those who were not afraid of death and capable were almost exhausted in the past few decades, and many of these remaining crooked melons and cracked dates just died in Hogg Watts, and then the idea of ​​stealing a large sum of gold to submit a cover letter.

Our handsome, well-known best-selling novelist Gilderoy Lockhart, with shining white teeth and a charming smile, naturally became the general of dwarfs. After all, other people are doing it for money, and Lockhart is doing it for fame. .

Before it is determined that Lockhart is a golden and jade-like idiot, his traveler character is still very stable, not to mention, even if his strength is a bit weak (Dumbledore knows that there are problems with the story in the book), But he came here for fame, at least he didn't want to ruin his reputation, right?

With this fluke, Dumbledore chose the candidate for this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"I can still teach myself Defense Against the Dark Arts"

Looking at Lockhart who was shining in the crowd, Harry covered his forehead in pain, "After I find out about the awakened ones, I will immediately transfer to Durmstrang, the broken Hogwarts school. There is no place to stay."

When the tall and burly Harry was about to squeeze through the crowd, an exclamation sounded from the front, and after seeing the tattoo on Harry's forehead clearly, Lockhart jumped up and shouted: "Isn't this Harry Potter? !"

As a reputation hunter, the reason why Lockhart is willing to go to Hogwarts is for Harry, this is the boy who lived, the savior of England, if he can know that Harry entered last year, then Lockhart's job application The letter will be sent a year earlier, the sooner the savior's popularity can be picked up, the better, if you go there after a few years, the already 'cold' Harry won't be of any use value.

Lockhart's calculations are very precise, after all, his dream is to become a world-renowned celebrity, a big celebrity!
The main reason why he held the signing event at Lihen Bookstore was to promote and sell books in the name of Hogwarts professor, but more importantly, he wanted to meet Harry here, and then took him to take a photo with himself Everyone knows that he will be the teacher of the Savior, and let the reporters of the newspaper post a group photo on the front page of the Daily Prophet. Writing a book can only make him win the front page of the "Wizard Weekly", and the Daily Prophet A newspaper with an audience that was many times larger than Wizards Weekly couldn't make the headlines with his own fame.

But if you add another Harry, a rescue boy who is still hot now, then the headlines will be a matter of grasping.

The crowd gave way, murmuring excitedly, while Lockhart rushed forward, trying to grab Harry's arm and pull him forward, but Harry, who was like an iron tower, was beyond his reach. He could move, Harry didn't even move his hand, no matter how hard Lockhart tried, he was still as stable as Mount Tai.

"Ahaha" Lockhart, whose face was flushed, laughed embarrassingly, and then put on his enthusiastic expression again, "You must have come to buy my book!"

"What a wonderful thing, of course I know, I—"

"Eh? Eh?"

Before Lockhart started rubbing against Harry, Harry, who just ignored him and walked straight ahead, interrupted all his speeches. The Lord turned his head and walked away. Wouldn't he really be a clown if he stayed here and talked about it?
"It seems that our Harry Potter is a bit shy, maybe he hasn't adapted to such enthusiastic people."

Lockhart paved the way for Harry with a charming smile, blinking a few times as if signaling something to Harry.

"Wandering with Werewolves"

Harry glanced at the stack of books Lockhart had placed on the table and said.

"So you like this one!"

Lockhart, who was smiling immediately, pulled out the book without hesitation. As long as Harry would talk to him, he would have a way to stand up and rub off the heat. While shoving the book into Harry's hand, he He winked in a certain direction, and a photographer with a camera hurried forward.

"No, I mean, I can kill a werewolf with one punch."

Harry showed a pale smile, which made Lockhart's scalp tingle.

"This...you must be joking."

"No, I'm serious."

Harry pointed to the other books on the table and called them one by one:

"Ghouls, female ghosts, hags, vampires, werewolves, I can guarantee that you can kill the guys in your books with one punch. The XZ snowman probably needs a little effort. This guy is more than two meters tall and has great strength. , I guess it will take a few minutes to beat it, the troll can't, the troll is too strong for me, but a simple confusion spell can make the troll stun itself with a stick."

The crowd who were whispering suddenly fell silent. After hearing this monster-like speech, they began to doubt their lives.

"Go and deal with some challenging guys."

Harry smiled kindly, and patted Lockhart on the shoulder. Harry, who could punch more than half a ton in one punch, didn't fully recover, and Lockhart, whose knees suddenly gave way, sat down on the ground in embarrassment.

"These little guys are for kids. I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in your storybook."

"You who know magic?" Harry glanced at Lockhart's new book that was on sale at the moment, "You don't seem to be that good at dealing with these little guys?"

"Let's go Dudley, we've bought some textbooks and we're going to buy some snacks. Bibi's multi-flavored beans are delicious, you must try them."

Kacha Kacha~
The flashlight was constantly flashing along with the smoke, and the photographer who kept pressing the shutter button faithfully recorded everything that happened at this moment. The excited reporter even thought of the title!
"Shock!What renowned bestselling author Gilderoy Lockhart and The Boy Who Lived had to say! "

"Kindergarten Killer or Brave Traveler?"Adventure biographies become storybooks, told by Harry Potter himself

(End of this chapter)