Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

"Children, wake up, we have a lot of things to buy today." Hagrid's rough roar passed through the thick two-story board from the side of the first-floor closet to the ears of Tiera and Harry.

Harry sat up sleepily. Perhaps because of the excitement of entering the magical world, or perhaps because of the joy of gaining such a good friend like Tiera, Harry tossed and turned until two or three o'clock in the night last night.

Therefore, it still felt a bit unreal when he was woken up by Hagrid's penetrating voice.

It seemed as if everything that happened yesterday was a dream. In the dream, his parents were no longer losers who had accomplished nothing, but heroes in the magical world fighting against evil forces. His parents' friends appeared on his eleventh birthday, not only

She brought him the first sweet birthday cake in his life, and took him away from the Dursleys' house to make the first friend in his life.

God, if this is a dream, please don't let me wake up.

Harry prayed silently and opened his eyes.

The early morning sun shines in through the skylight of the attic, and a young man with black hair and eyes sits at an old wooden table writing and drawing.

As if aware of Harry's gaze, Tiera raised her head from the pile of mathematical formulas on the table.

"Are you up?" Tiera smiled at Harry, showing two pointed little tiger teeth, which reminded Harry of the little fox Dudley Dursley saw in the zoo on his birthday, who also said the same way.

He smiled with a hint of cunning and cute smile.

"Get dressed quickly and wash up." Tiera said, "Let's go to Diagon Alley today!"

It wasn't until Tiera threw the clothes to Harry that Harry realized that the clothes in his hands were not the ones full of holes and dust that he had worn when he came here, but a clean set. He didn't know it at all.

Clothes I've seen.

"I woke up early today and had nothing to do, so I washed your clothes for you." Tiera said with a smile, "Your clothes haven't been dried yet, so wear mine first."

Tiera and Harry are both eleven years old. Because they work in a Chinese restaurant, Tiera has no worries about food and drink compared to Harry. Moreover, under the special care of the landlady, Tiera even eats a little too much nutrition, so Tiera is raised

Jela is not only half a head taller than Harry, but also a little stronger than Harry. Harry has no problem wearing his clothes.

Harry pinched Tiela's clean clothes, which still had a slight soapy fragrance, and quickly put them on his head.

Today is a big day for Harry.

If given the choice, he wouldn't want to walk into the magical world wearing a suit full of holes.

After getting dressed, Harry and Tiera were taken to the Leaky Cauldron by Hagrid.

It was a dirty, small bar, sandwiched between a huge bookstore and a record store on the other side. It was only two streets away from the loft where Tiera lived. If Hagrid hadn't pointed it out, there wouldn't be any.

Someone noticed such a shabby and small bar.

In fact, Tiera passed by this bar many times, and he had to pass this street every day when walking back to his loft in the old town from the Chinese restaurant where he worked.

Every time she passed by, Tiera only noticed the bookstores and record stores on both sides, never noticing the Leaky Cauldron between the two buildings.

"It's hard for ordinary people to notice." Hagrid winked at Tiera, "Little wizards and Muggles who are here for the first time can't see the Leaky Cauldron, let alone go in, unless they are accompanied by someone."

Before Harry and Tiera could speak, they were pushed into the Leaky Cauldron by Hagrid.

As a place that was very famous both in the wizarding world and in Tiera's previous life, this place is really too dark and dirty, far dirtier than shown in the movie. Tiera feels that any third-rate restaurant in any third-tier city in China is worse than

This needs to be clean.

In the Leaky Cauldron, there were several old ladies sitting in the corner drinking sherry from small glasses. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man wearing a top hat was chatting with the bar owner, who had almost all his hair removed and looked like a shriveled walnut.

chat.

As soon as they entered the door, the chatter suddenly stopped. Everyone here seemed to know Hagrid. They smiled, waved and whistled at him.

"Are you following the rules? Hagrid." A hunchbacked man sitting at the counter wiped the wine glass again and again and looked at Hagrid.

"Oh, no, Tom, I'd love to have a drink, but I'm running errands for Hogwarts." Hagrid tapped the bar owner on the shoulder with his huge palm, almost knocking him down.

"You know, I never drink when doing business. That's why Dumbledore trusts me." Hagrid said proudly.

"Oh my God," the bar owner turned his attention to the two little boys following Hagrid after Hagrid refused. When he saw Harry's almost emerald green hair and hidden hair, he said

When the lightning-shaped scar appeared, he screamed like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "Oh, Merlin, this is - could this be -"

There was a sudden silence in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Oops!" The bar owner seemed to realize his gaffe and whispered quickly, "Harry Potter, oh Merlin's beard, it's Harry Potter - it's such an honor."

The bar owner hurriedly came out from behind the bar, ran towards Harry, grabbed his hand, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back." Harry didn't know what to say. Everyone was looking at him. The old woman who smoked a long cigarette kept smoking without noticing that the cigarette had been extinguished.

Hagrid started to chuckle, and the crackling sounds of chairs falling down were heard one after another. All the wizards in the bar came to come, no matter old or young, male or female, all kinds of strange ones.

People surrounded Harry, and if Tiera hadn't been tugging on the cuffs of Hagrid's coat, he would have been squeezed out of the circle at this time.

Harry had never seen such a scene before. When he came to his senses that day, Harry suddenly found that he was shaking hands with everyone in the Leaky Cauldron.

"I'm Cordori, Mr. Potter. I can't believe I finally meet you."

"What an honor, Mr. Potter, what an honor."

"I've been looking forward to shaking hands with you for a long time - my heart is pounding."

"I'm so happy, Mr. Potter. I can't explain how I feel. My name is Di Ge."

"I've seen you before," Harry shouted when Digger's top hat fell off in his excitement, "once in the shop you bowed to me."

"He actually still remembers!" Di Ge shouted excitedly to everyone present, "Did you hear that! He, Harry Potter, he remembers me!"

So Harry shook hands over and over again.

Cordore, the wizard who first shook Harry's hand, always came over and asked to shake his hand again.

A pale young man came over, looking very nervous, and one of his eyes kept twitching.

"Professor Quirrell." Hagrid nodded slightly, taking it as a greeting.

"Harry, Tiera, let me introduce to you, this is Professor Quirrell, your teacher"

"Po...Potter...Potter," Professor Quirrell stammered, grabbing Harry's hand, "I feel, I feel, indescribable joy to see you."

Tiera stood next to Hagrid and noticed that Quirrell was wearing a pair of black gloves on Harry's hand.

At this time, a strange thought suddenly flashed through Tiera's mind.

If Professor Quirrell were to take off his gloves and shake Harry's hand now, would the first part of Harry Potter be finished ahead of schedule?

"You teach a type of magic, Professor Quirrell?"

"Dark, dark, Defense Against the Dark Arts." Professor Quirrell said vaguely, as if he thought it was better not to mention it. "You already use... use... you don't need to learn it, right, Bo...

Mr...Potter?"

Quirrell suddenly laughed nervously. "Are you sure you are ready to buy what you need? Just in time, I, I, I also... want to buy a book about sucking vampires.

book of."

But the rest of the people would not let Professor Quirrell talk to Harry endlessly. It took Harry about ten minutes to get rid of them. In the midst of the chatter, Heigla pulled Tiera and raised her voice to shout

Harry: "It's time to go. There are still a lot of things to buy. Come on, Harry, don't keep Tiera waiting."

Cordori shook Harry's hand for the last time, and Hagrid led him across the bar to the small walled patio. There was nothing here except a trash can and some weeds.

"Sorry Harry, Tiera, I wanted to take you to the Leaky Cauldron for breakfast. The mashed potato sandwiches they make are so good. Not even the house elves at Hogwarts can do this."

Hagrid grinned at Harry and Tiera, "But now we can only go to Diagon Alley to eat something. Well... the delicious sausages haven't been sold out yet."

Hagrid said as he took out his pink umbrella.