Time travel at the same time: Is the golden finger actually me?

"I've weighed it for you, and I still have the money for you. The boss handed over fourteen silver coins and the materials.

Rock took it, said thank you, turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by his boss: "By the way, Rock, I forgot to remind you, you'd better be careful lately..."

"Huh? What do you mean? A love potion?" Rock was confused: "That's just a little trick, it's useless to me."

"Haha, that's not what I meant." The boss looked outside through the glass window, and then lowered his voice: "I heard from my friends at the Ministry of Magic that a terrible murderer escaped from Azkaban. !”

"Azkaban is an isolated island, and it is full of terrifying dementors. I was scared to death when I heard that. This is the first time I heard that someone could escape from it! The news is true!"

The boss looked at Roark worriedly: "Minister of Magic Fudge is an idiot! This news won't last long. It is estimated that the Daily Prophet will report it in the next two days, no! It may even be published today."

Fudge has always been like this, always putting off bad things first, for fear that it will affect his career. The boss has completely seen through him.

Now we are probably in the first stage of Fudge's four-step process: "We claim nothing happened." The boss speculates that it may not be long before it fast forwards to: "Maybe we could do something at the beginning, but now it is too late. "

A wizard murderer is wandering outside. An adult wizard like him is okay, but a young wizard like Roque... Thinking of this, the boss is even more worried.

Roark stays in Diagon Alley for two months every summer vacation. Almost all the shop owners here are already familiar with this delicate-looking little wizard. It can be said that Roark is exactly what they grew up watching.

Even last year, Rock wanted to help him work here, hoping to earn some gold Galleons, but it was a pity that the Ministry of Magic prohibited the employment of child labor, otherwise the boss would really want Rock to live here.

Not only is it pleasing to the eye, but it is also expected to bring in a lot of business.

After hearing this, Rock stood there with a solemn expression, and then he asked seriously: "The murderer? Is it Sirius?"

"Ha~ your guess is really accurate! It's him, the famous Black."

Sirius escapes from prison, which makes Rock, who has been living a peaceful life, instantly notice some information.

In the original book, Sirius was the mouse who saw Ron in the newspaper, discovered that he was transformed into Peter Pettigrew, and then escaped from Azkaban...

But why did he escape now? Rock remembered that in the first grade, the mouse Scabbers left Ron and disappeared.

"Do you have the Daily Prophet from the past two days here?"

Considering that newspapers were Sirius' only source of information, Rock decided that this should be looked into.

"No." The boss waved his hand: "Rock, you know me. I never rely on newspapers for gossip."

"...Okay." Rock sighed and turned to leave. With the sound of the bell at the door, he walked out of the potion materials shop.

But after a while, the bell on the store door rang again, and someone came in again, three little wizards.

"Boss, what did Rock buy here just now?" the leading little wizard asked breathlessly.

The boss narrowed his eyes. He recognized the little wizard who came. He was from the Malfoy family, a rich man, and the two followers behind him were also rich men.

"Sorry, this is customer privacy, I have no right to tell you." The boss smiled.

Malfoy wanted to get the gold galleons: "We can..."

"Get out." The boss waved his hand impatiently, as if to shoo away flies.

The three little wizards looked at each other in confusion. Seeing the boss's tough attitude, they really didn't know what to say. Finally, Crabbe, the follower behind Malfoy, stepped forward and scratched his head, holding back a sentence: "Then... do you have a love potion?"

boss:"……"

Damn it!

"Get out!"

The three were immediately kicked out.

…

"Crabbe, were you stupid just now?" On the street of Diagon Alley, Malfoy covered his face in depression.

"But... didn't you say that you wanted to give in to Roark? To please him?" Crabbe explained at a loss: "I just had an idea and felt that the love potion will work faster."

Malfoy: "..."

Forget it, why should he compete with these two wise men? Malfoy sighed.

"Malfoy, why do you suddenly want to please Roark? Haven't you been walking around him before?" Gower on the other side didn't understand. Malfoy had taken the wrong medicine.

Crabbe also echoed: "I prove that he blushed and detoured when he saw Roark. I saw it several times."

"Why am I blushing?!" Malfoy immediately became blushing when he heard this: "You two! That's his charm magic! Oh, forget it..."

"I came to him because I had something to ask him for help..." Malfoy said in a low voice.

The two asked in confusion: "What's the matter?"

Malfoy: "..."

Malfoy didn't say anything because this was not something Crabbe and the two little wizards should know.

How should I put it... He feels that his father has been a bit weird in the past two years. Sometimes he always hides in the room and talks to a diary, with a groveling look...

Moreover, his father has always strictly prohibited him from staying away from that room, and even warned him. This is for his own good.

Malfoy didn't feel anything strange at first, but recently his father's face had become increasingly gloomy, which gave Malfoy a feeling that a storm was about to come.

Maybe that notebook is a black magic item that can confuse people's minds.

He wanted to help his father share his worries, but there was no good way...

When thinking of deceiving people, the one who impressed Malfoy the most was Roark. He felt that Roark might have something to do with that weird diary.

Although it was a bit strange to put his hope in his peers, Malfoy had inexplicable confidence in Roark, and even felt deep down that Roark might be much more reliable than his father.

"Then why not just buy some expensive gifts and give them there, or just give them gold Galleons." Crabbe suggested again.

"You'd better shut up..." Malfoy whispered helplessly: "Sending gold galleons is too unintentional... What if I offend someone?"

"And..." Malfoy thought of Roark, who had established a great reputation in the school in his first year. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but become a little brighter. He still remembered Roark's demeanor at that time - that kind of skill. The magical power that overwhelms everyone.

"I don't think someone like Roark would be impressed by such a superficial gift." Malfoy turned to explain to the two of them: "The gift you give him must be thoughtful!"

…

boom! Roark returned to the Leaky Cauldron and closed the door.

"So poor...really so poor." Rock carefully counted the fourteen silver coins that the boss had given him, and then solemnly put them into the deformed lizard skin wallet around his waist.

His money is not as expensive as this wallet...

This deformed lizard skin wallet is considered a luxury product. The wallet made of this scaly material maintains the characteristics of the deformed lizard. It will shrink when a stranger approaches, and because it shrinks and expands on its own, its storage space is also limited. It’s amazing, it’s a status symbol for rich people.

This was a gift given to him by the people from the Snake Yard.

To be honest, Luo Ke feels that the people in the Snake Yard are crazy. He, Luo Ke, is an orphan. Doesn’t he look like a rich man?

When he was in second grade, he was thinking about working part-time to earn some pocket money!

Roque did have the idea of ​​selling off the gifts given to him by the rich second generation of the Snake Yard during Christmas and birthdays in the past two years.

But...when it came time to sell, Rock hesitated.

Firstly, it’s not very good to sell other people’s gifts. Secondly, the people in Snake Yard are very good at picking things, and all the gifts given are things that Roark can use. This precision is the same as Cook’s knife skills. .

It made Rock think that he had joined politics. Money seemed to have no meaning to him. Most of the things he wanted to use were given to him.

So much so that when the summer school stopped allowing him to stay in school and Rock needed to find a place to live, he suddenly realized that this magical society needed gold Galleons.

It's a pity that he's not old enough, and he didn't dare to work in a shop last year. Fortunately, with his good strength, Rock started a business selling some magic potions in Knockturn Alley last year.

"Okay, once this pot of wolfsbane potion is made, another twenty-seven gold galleons will be credited..." Rock set up the crucible and calculated his profit.

Although the entire group of werewolves are relatively poor, there are still some rich people in a group. Wolfsbane potion is destined to be a scarce commodity, so it is easy to get rid of and exchange money quickly.

With his potion skills, he was not short of money, at least he could still earn enough to live in the Leaky Cauldron.

But in the final analysis, he was still too thin-skinned... If he had mentioned it, someone in the college would definitely have given him money. Even in the past two months, Hermione had mentioned letting Roark stay at her house for a while.

When he thought of giving money, Rock thought of Harry. This guy pragmatically gave him gold galleons every Christmas, which moved Rock very much... He didn't know how Harry was doing at his uncle's house.

Since Voldemort became dormant, Dumbledore no longer used Harry as a bait like he did in the first year, but instead let Harry stay with his blood brother.

But Rock said that staying next to Dumbledore might be more useful than staying next to blood relatives.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a snow-white, fat Scottish round-faced chicken knocked on Roark's window.

"Hedwig?" Rock put away the potion he had just made, opened the window, and let in the white snowy owl - this was Harry's owl.

Rock took the letter from it and gave Hedwig some snacks.

Harry's uncle's home is on Privet Drive, which is Little Whinging in Surrey, barely considered a suburb of London. Judging by the distance, this letter was probably written yesterday or this morning.

Rock opened the letter and found that the content was similar to what he thought. As he grew up, Harry finally had an independent mind. He couldn't stand the life at his uncle's house anymore. School was about to start, and he wanted to come to the Leaky Cauldron Bar to be with him. live.

"Well...it seems like I can save some money on the room fee..."

…

Privet Drive.

Rock apparated to the door of No. 4 Privet Drive.

The sky in London was always gloomy, either raining or raining on the road. There was no raindrops at the Leaky Cauldron, but it was pouring down at Privet Drive.

The violent raindrops hit Rock, forming a transparent human-shaped rain curtain. All these raindrops were isolated around Rock.

"Ding dong!" Rock rang the doorbell.

"Harry! Harry! Go and open the door!" A voice came from the door.

The door opened. Harry lowered his head and opened the door. Suddenly he felt that the person in front of him was familiar. When he raised his head, he found that it was Rock!

"Rock, why are you here?!" Harry glanced behind him nervously and whispered, "My aunt came to live at home recently..."

aunt? Rock seemed to have an impression that in the original book, because he scolded Harry's parents, Harry was so emotional that his magic rioted, and he blew her up like a balloon.

"Harry? Who's here?"

Uncle Vernon came out of the house with the newspaper.

"Uh..." Harry was a little at a loss.

"Hello, sir." Rock took off his hat, put it on his chest, and said politely: "I am Harry's classmate. School is about to start. I would like to invite Harry to live with me."

Same school? classmate!

oh? ! Vernon took a deep breath and hurriedly looked back for his gun.

"Your welcome ceremony is really special." Rock smiled.

"Stop talking and come in quickly!" Seeing that it was raining heavily outside and Roark didn't have an umbrella, Harry hurriedly pulled him into the house. It was a rare moment of toughness in his uncle's house. However, as soon as he touched his sleeves, Harry Rock's clothes were found to be dry.

Uncle Vernon ran out with a shotgun: "Damn it! Why did you let him in!"

"Hey! Vernon! What are you doing? Put the gun down." Aunt Petunia and Aunt Maggie hurried over from the restaurant.

Aunt Maggie is Vernon's sister. She knows nothing about the wizarding world, except that her brother is pointing a gun at others.

Vernon looked at Roark, sweat falling from his forehead. He knew that his sister Maggie knew nothing, so he and his wife Petunia could only grit their teeth and whisper: "He is Harry's classmate!"

"Oh!" Penny screamed in horror.

"Vernon." Aunt Maggie on the side laughed relaxedly: "You are a little kid, I thought someone was breaking into the house and robbing me! Okay, let's continue eating!"

She smiled and turned back to the restaurant.

The Vernons were left in a dilemma.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Dursley, I don't mean any harm." Rock smiled and raised his hand, shaking it, but there was nothing in his hand.

The Vernons looked at Roark, as if Roark's special affinity temperament had taken effect, and the two of them gradually reduced their hostility.

"Come in, we happened to be eating." After a moment of silence, Vernon gestured to Rock and walked towards the restaurant.

Several people came to the restaurant, and their aunt was already sitting on her seat. Harry's cousin Dudley was watching the cat and mouse.

After that, there was a strange scene. Rock was placed at the dining table as a guest, while Harry was clearing the plates.

On the ground was Aunt Maggie's dog, and Harry was standing with it.

As expected by Harry, Roark seemed to surpass him in status in this family after just a few minutes of chatting.

"I really didn't expect..." Aunt Maggie was holding brandy in her hand, as if she had drunk too much, and said unabashedly: "This bastard actually has a classmate like you."

"Oh, by the way, uh, where did he go to school?" The aunt turned to look at Vernon.

"Well... St. Brutus, that's the right school for hopeless children to go to." Vernon explained hurriedly, winking at Roark and Harry.

St. Brutus, a secure center school for young offenders.

Rock raised his eyebrows, looked at the Vernons and smiled: "This is the first time I heard that the school I went to is St. Brutus."

The expressions of Mr. and Mrs. Vernon suddenly changed, but luckily Aunt Maggie was drunk and did not listen carefully to Rock's words.

"Ha, I knew it was hereditary!" Maggie drank the brandy in her hand and explained with a smile: "You can't hide the flaws of inferior breeds."

She picked up her pet dog and said: "I don't think this has anything to do with his father. It's his mother's fault. Dogs are like this. If there is something wrong with the mother dog, there must be something wrong with the puppy..."

Maggie said this as her husband's sister, but it was extremely unpleasant to Petunia's ears.

It was as if she disliked her, but due to the aunt's wealth, Petunia had no choice but to put a fake smile on her face.

"Crack!"

As Maggie spoke, her body suddenly stiffened, and she fell on the table with her eyes wide open, hitting her face on the plate, which made a crisp sound.

"Oh My God!"

"what happened?!"

Mr. and Mrs. Vernon screamed.

"You did it!" Vernon looked at Rock, who finally reacted and wanted to pick up the shotgun from the wall again.

But he found that Rock was already standing in front of the wall and took down the shotgun.

This action frightened Vernon, who trembled and held his family behind him.

But Rock's action was beyond his expectation. Rock held the shotgun and handed it to him: "Here you are, your sense of security."

"I understand you. I would also be nervous and scared. People who claim to have come from the magical world come to my home, and the power is unknown. This mystery will indeed arouse fear in people."

Vernon swallowed, moved slowly, and slowly took the gun from Roark's hand.

In fact, he also knew that this gun might be useless at all. It was useless when he faced the giant last time. Its only function was to make him less afraid.

At this time, Tom and Jerry happened to be on the TV, and Tom held up the shotgun, but the shotgun went limp like a tired middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man Vernon was just about to question why his sister suddenly collapsed when he heard Rock's explanation: "Sorry, I didn't come here with any ill intentions. I really just came to take Harry away, but this Ms. Maggie’s comments were really not very flattering.”

Penny on the side nodded quietly, feeling secretly happy.

"You see, Mr. Vernon, Miss Petunia agrees with what I said."

Vernon turned to look at Petunia suspiciously.

"Uh, no..." Penny quickly denied.

"Yes." Roark nodded: "Harry's mother is a wizard. As her sister, Miss Petunia is naturally of the wizard lineage. The invisible bloodline is said to be inferior by Muggles, so it is normal to feel uncomfortable. .”

Penny's face stiffened.

Under Vernon's gaze, she pretended not to care and put on a fake smile: "I... am not a witch, and I don't care about this."

She recalled bad memories. When she was young, she had a longing for magic and sent letter after letter to Hogwarts. However, the kind and kind Dumbledore used his gentle tone while speaking. He rejected her again.

This was not simply being rejected by a person or a school. Penny felt that she had directly lost half of the world, the most bizarre and fantasy-filled half.

Every day and night from then on, her most common dream was to imagine what wonderful adventures her sister would experience in the magical world, and when she woke up, she was still a Muggle, living an ordinary day-to-day life.

"My mother's lineage has wizards, invisible bloodline...Does that mean I can also be a wizard?" Dudley suddenly said in surprise.

Rock looked at Dudley and said: "To use Maggie's unflattering words - just like dogs, if there is something wrong with the bitch, there must be something wrong with the puppy..."

"But it was too harsh and insulting."

"If our principal were to speak, he would say that expectations are a kind of subtle violence, because they require others to obey our will. And when things don't go according to our will, the violence of expectations will be unleashed on ourselves."

After hearing this, Penny froze suddenly, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

The thing that he couldn't get all those years ago suddenly turned into a blade and stabbed An Ji again.