Watching Fudge leave in a hurry, a blue light flashed in Harry's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled into a happy smile. He sat down again, picked up the steaming cup on the table, and sipped the black tea.
A few minutes later, Tom came to the living room with a tray. As he walked, he introduced a few special methods to deal with medicinal herbs to Lan Ying. Lan Ying listened carefully with a smile and praised softly from time to time. Avery, who was following them with a steak in his mouth, saw Harry and darted past them to join him.
Harry's eyes curved as he watched Tom and the blue shadow talk happily.
The two of them got along quite well. It was indeed the right decision to develop a hobby for Lan Ying.
He took the tray and set it on the table, and the three of them sat down, Avery at Harry's feet gnawing on his steak.
"Sorry, Blue Shadow, Evans is actually my mother's last name. Potter, I didn't mean to lie to you.”
"It's okay. Tom told me about you. I think I understand.”said Lan Ying gently." Did Mr. Fudge give you a hard time?”
Harry smiled."No, it's all settled.”
" Those Muggles have gone too far," Tom said angrily." But Harry, you shouldn't have run away from home so late, especially at this time. It's very dangerous to wander outside.”
Harry took a sip of milk and looked at him strangely."Mr. Fudge just said the same thing, I don't understand, what danger is it?”
Tom's eyes widened in surprise." Haven't you read the Daily Prophet recently?”He knocked on the table, and a newspaper appeared." It's a big news that has shocked the entire Wizarding world. The first prison break since the founding of Azkaban. That Black's got some skills, and the Ministry's been shamed this time.”
Avery's steak fell to the floor with a slight clatter, and Harry glanced at it discreetly before unfolding the Daily Prophet.
On the front page was a large black-and-white photograph of Sirius, his face cold, his eyes hollow, his hair and beard matted, looking grim and terrible.
Harry felt a pang of sadness at the thought of the handsome, spirited young man in the photograph. He covered his face with the newspaper and pretended to be very interested."I've seen him on the Muggle news too.”
"Yes, I am. He was said to be a Death Eater who had killed dozens of Muggles with a single spell on the street when the man had gone missing, and the Auror had been laughing maniacally when they had arrived to catch him. People said that he had already gone crazy at that time.”
"It's quite scary." Harry closed the newspaper and pushed it aside, then took a sandwich from his tray.
Lan Ying glanced at him and said to Tom,""I've heard of Azkaban, the wardens of the Wizarding Jail are dementors, aren't they? Moreover, it was built on a small island, right? How did that person escape?"
Tom shook his head." Who knows? The prisoners there were tortured badly by those monsters. They either committed suicide or went crazy. Blake had been locked up for twelve years, but he was still rational. It was incredible that he could escape on his own. I said, maybe he'd learned some great Dark Arts from You-Know-Who.”
Harry ate a few sandwiches and wiped his mouth with a napkin." I'm sleepy. I'll go back to my room first. You guys should rest early.”As he spoke, he picked up the motionless Avery and walked upstairs.
Tom looked at the beautiful clock hanging on the wall and stood up," Yes, it's very late. Mr. Evans, let me take you to your room."”
"Alright, I still have to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to buy some potion ingredients.”Lan Ying followed Tom upstairs.
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The morning sun shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains, creating a peaceful and quiet atmosphere.
The spirit stone in Harry's hand had lost its spiritual energy, and its color gradually dimmed, eventually turning into a pile of powder. He slowly opened his eyes and felt the true essence in his body flowing smoothly. He revealed a leisurely smile.
Because he had lost control of his emotions last night, he did not dare to indulge himself in those memories. After cultivating for a night, he felt much calmer.
"Harry, are you awake?"
Someone knocked on the door.
Avery was sleeping soundly in a basket covered with a thick blanket at the corner of the bed. When he heard movement, he opened his eyes alertly. Harry jumped out of bed, patted it on the head, and called,"Come in."
The door lock opened with a click, and a round face appeared behind the door.
"Neville?" Harry looked mildly surprised."Why are you here?”
Neville looked at him worriedly." I thought you would come to my house early in the morning, but I heard from Grandma that you were in some trouble. Now that you're here, we're here to pick you up.”
Harry said,"I see, thanks. It's not really a big deal-who did you come with? Mr. Longbottom?"
"Yes," said Neville."He's waiting downstairs.”
There was a strange sound coming from Avery's throat, and Harry looked down at the surprised and confused look in his eyes and smiled.
Neville saw it now and said happily,"What a beautiful dog, Harry, is he your new pet?”
"Yes, I am. It's called Avery. Isn't it cute?"
"Yes, I am." said Neville enviously." Grandma never let me have cats or dogs. They shed too much fur.”
Harry went into the bathroom to change out of his pajamas and wash his face, and when he came out he saw Neville rubbing the white dog's head with a look of fondness. Ignoring the godfather's saving gaze, he smiled and said," Alright, let's go down first. You have plenty of time to play with it. There's still a long summer vacation-"
Neville hugged the plain-eyed Avery all the way and asked Harry what kind of dog food he liked, and Harry said with a stifled laugh,"I think he likes steak more.”
The bar was not as lively as usual. There were only a few customers in the corner, drinking and talking about something with the Daily Prophet. At the bar counter, Tom was chatting with a thin and tall man with a happy smile.
"That is my father." Neville told Harry, not noticing the look of excitement in Avery's eyes.
Harry eyed the supposedly popular Auror, who seemed to be recovering well and might soon be able to return to his job.
When Mr. Longbottom saw him, he asked with a smile,"You're Harry?"
Harry said politely,"Yes, Mr. Longbottom, nice to meet you.”
He looked down at Harry, a faint look of nostalgia and sadness in his eyes."You look just like James, except for the eyes..."
"It's exactly the same as my mother's." Harry interrupted him with a smile.”
Mr. Longbottom laughed too."Yes, exactly the same. Neville's told us a lot about you. Thanks for helping him at school.”
"It's nothing. We're friends. That's what I should do.”said Harry.
Mr. Longbottom looked at him gratefully."You're a good boy. James and Lily would be proud of you.”
Harry's eyes dimmed slightly as Tom said,"You'd better have breakfast first, isn't little Neville going to buy a new wand?”
Harry looked around at Neville, who was feeding Avery a beef patty.”
"No," said Neville, looking up."The one I used was Dad's, and I've given it back to him, so of course I'll get a new one.”
Mr. Longbottom patted Tom on the shoulder dramatically."I mean, the owner of the wand shop hasn't changed yet, has he?”
"Of course not." said Tom, grinning."Frank, it's such a wonderful experience to take your kids there to buy wands, I'm glad you didn't miss it.”
Mr. Longbottom rolled his eyes. Except for Neville, who had never visited a wand shop before, everyone present had an unbearable expression on their faces. Even Avery, who was savoring the beef patties, exhaled from his nostrils.
After breakfast, they accompanied Neville to the entrance of Ollivander's Wand Shop. Avery wisely chose to wait for them outside the shop. Mr. Longbottom gave him an envious look, then stepped into the small, dilapidated shop with an almost tragic expression, making Neville, who had been confused just now, nervous. Harry couldn't help sniggering. Mr. Longbottom was much cuter than he had imagined.
As usual, Ollivander suddenly appeared. His hazy eyes stared at the group of people, and in a very soft voice, he recited the purchase time and materials of the Longbarton family members 'wands. When everyone was about to lose their patience with the strange atmosphere, he began to move the boxes that were stacked up to the ceiling. Neville tried nearly a hundred wands before he finally found the one that suited him-cherry wood, unicorn hair, eleven and a half inches. Paying seven Galleons, they left the flooded and burned wandshop and almost fled.
"Still so? Sob." Mr. Longbottom wiped his sweat and looked back with lingering fear." Speaking of which, it seems to be a tradition of the Ollivander family to make customers try out wands after a long time.”
Harry's mouth curled up slightly. He wondered how Voldemort had managed to maintain his poise and grace in that inhuman environment when he had bought his wand. Fortunately, he had not learned the Unforgivable Curses at the time, or else... well, he really did not know if it was the luck or misfortune of the wizarding world.
"Harry, what's on your mind?" Neville rubbed his sore arm and looked curiously at his companion, who was smiling strangely.
"Nothing," said Harry, not expecting them to appreciate the humor."Where are we going next?”
Mr. Longbottom waved his arm and said cheerfully,"Home, of course, Harry, Alice's got a lot of your favorite snacks, she's been wanting to see you for a long time.”
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