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

No. 4 Privet Drive, the Dursleys' house.

Vernon was still sitting on the sofa, holding the gun tightly in his hand, shaking his legs constantly, his lips were slightly chapped, and he looked very nervous.

Penny, on the other hand, was slightly absent-minded. She sat with her head lowered, motionless, wondering what she was thinking.

They were all waiting quietly for Harry to pack his luggage so that he could quickly follow his classmate and leave the house.

After Harry returned from Hogwarts last year, the Dursleys allowed Harry to live in another small bedroom, but Harry's magic-related things had to be locked in the stair storage where he originally lived. room.

Harry was packing his luggage in the stair storage room while quietly looking at the silent Dursleys in the living room.

The Dursleys had never been so quiet.

After learning magic, he had imagined countless times how he would treat the Dursleys if he had magic.

He used magic to make Uncle Vernon afraid of him, or to not take Dudley seriously at all, and easily dealt with the little fat man, asking him to respect him more in the future.

The material for these fantasies basically came from Rock. The duel in the first grade at that time left a particularly deep impression on Harry. Even now, he hopes that he can solve the trouble as calmly as Rock.

Instead of staying at home and working as a waiter for this chubby cousin Dudley.

Before the holidays, Malfoy had a quarrel with him at school. When he started saying that a country bumpkin like him didn't even have a house elf in his family, Harry subconsciously wanted to refute, but then he realized that he seemed to be the Dursleys. of house elves.

So the scolding war ended with Malfoy's victory.

Thinking of this, Harry's desire to escape from this home became stronger, and he speeded up his packing.

Suddenly, he paused, as if he remembered something, and hurriedly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and asked Luo Ke: "Luo Ke, what should I do with this application form? He needs the signature of his family."

This is an application form to travel to Hogsmeade. Hogwarts students can travel to Hogsmeade village on weekends, but only third-year students above with permission from their parents or other guardians can travel.

If the parents do not agree, it is very likely that the little wizards in the dormitory will run out to play, but I can only stay in school and hang out.

Harry looked at Roark. Although Roark didn't have a guardian, Harry knew that Roark was not the kind of person who would comfort others by saying, "Me too, I'm worse off than you." Roark usually only solved problems.

"Well... I know a secret passage that can go to Hogsmeade." Rock thought for a while: "I used this secret passage with Hermione when I was in first grade, and we went to celebrate her birthday."

"If you really don't want to use the secret passage..." Rock turned his head and looked at the Dursleys: "Let Miss Petunia or Mr. Vernon sign for you."

Do you want the Dursleys to sign it?

Harry was silent. Before this, Harry might have forced himself to find a way to get Uncle Vernon to sign it for him, but now...

Harry quietly looked at Aunt Petunia in the living room in the distance. Her absent-minded expression felt familiar to Harry.

This broken piece looks just like it did when I was a child.

When Harry was a child, he didn't know anything, so he just looked at Dudley in a daze. At that time, he couldn't understand why he and Dudley were treated completely differently even though they were children of the same age.

The disparity in treatment given by his aunt has impacted Harry's perception of self-worth since he was a child. This low self-esteem caused by family oppression has almost swallowed him up.

Unexpectedly, Harry also saw this expression on his aunt now. Maybe his aunt couldn't understand why her sister could become a wizard when she was a child, but she couldn't do it no matter how hard she tried.

Words really hurt more than magic.

"Forget it, we might as well sign for each other." Harry shook his head, and suddenly he thought of another idea: "Why don't we let the teachers sign for us? Don't teachers often say that Hogwarts is our home? Really? It’s normal to ask parents to sign.”

Rock smiled: "Yes, but when they are angry, they will also say, hey, you troublemakers, do you really regard Hogwarts as your home?"

Harry laughed subconsciously, but then the dean's angry appearance appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but shudder.

After thinking of the angry teacher, Harry suddenly realized that Rock had just cast magic, which was clearly prohibited by the school: "By the way! Rock, the school doesn't allow us to cast magic outside at will. You You won't be fired because of me..."

His expression was a little worried. If Rock was expelled from Hogwarts for helping him, that would be terrible. It was the outcome Harry least wanted to see.

"Don't worry, it's okay." The traces in the wand can record the magic released by the underage wizard and the people around him, but Roque has long been familiar with it. Before going to Knockturn Alley to sell potions, Roque Ke has already studied how to bypass the trace silk recording method.

Although it was a bit troublesome, whether it was Harry's trace or Rock's own, Rock could easily get around it.

'But it's time to get yourself a new wand...' Rock thought to himself.

After receiving Rock's affirmative answer, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and began to pack his luggage seriously. After leaving home this time, he might not come back in the future, so he had to take away all the important things.

Harry glanced at the moving magic photo on the table. The two people in it were his parents. After taking a look, Harry put it into the suitcase without hesitation, and then he opened the drawer. There were two small paintings inside. Harry reached out and picked them up, naturally placing them next to the photos of his parents.

This was Rock's birthday gift to him in the past two years. Rock didn't have much money, so the gifts he gave to others were basically handmade products.

And Rock happened to be very talented in non-supernatural things, whether it was painting or hand-making, at least it wouldn't be a shame to give it away.

One of the two small paintings Harry received was the Knight's Bus that he and Roark took for the first time, and the second painting was the carriage of the Hogwarts Express that they took for the first time. .

Harry and Roark appear in both paintings, which Roark drew from memory.

"Let's go, I've packed all the important things!" Harry stood up.

After hearing this, Rock also put his hand on his shoulder. Just as he was about to use Apparition to leave here, Harry hurriedly interrupted: "Wait, Rock, I want... this time, I will take the knight public seat." The car is ready to go to the Leaky Cauldron..."

Harry wanted everything to have an end. It started with the Knight Bus, and it should be the same now. Harry, who had never run away from home, still felt a little unsure. He looked back at the Dursleys again.

He said to himself in his mind: "Hey, Harry, you really think of the Dursleys as your own home."

Then he no longer hesitated, turned around and stepped into the world of magic.

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Crescent Street, dark night.

There were only two people, Harry and Rock, on the whole street, which seemed very empty.

Harry was a little nervous. It was a novel experience to bid farewell to the Dursleys completely. He began to think about his future.

He had never had such experience, and he had nothing in his pocket except gold Galleons.

Suddenly turning his head, Harry saw the outline of something very large in the darkness, with big shimmering eyes.

Harry was frightened and stepped back. His leg hit the trunk and he stumbled, but Rock quickly helped him up.

"Rock, I just saw a big black dog, and it was looking at me from a distance!" Harry explained the reason for his fall.

"Well, I saw it." Rock nodded: "An Animagus."

Because his appearance and temperament usually attract the most attention, although Roque would subconsciously ignore other people's gaze on him, his perception is still very strong, and he was still aware of the black dog's gaze just now.

The big black dog... must be Sirius' Animagus form.

There is indeed a theory for escaping from Azkaban. If Sirius hadn't been eager to see Harry and accidentally exposed his sight, it might be difficult for even Roark to notice his presence.

Don’t you know that this hidden ability is Sirius’ unique magical inheritance from the Black family? Or is it that the unique transformation technique of Animagus has inherent hidden effects?

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"Animagus?" Harry had some impression. In the first grade, Rock seemed to have briefly mentioned this kind of transformation technique to them.

Harry couldn't remember the specific knowledge. He only remembered that very few people had this kind of transformation...

Just as Harry was about to ask something, a bright light appeared from the thin air, and then a three-decker knight bus stopped in front of him and Rock.

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, emergency transport for witches or wizards in distress. Just stick out your wand and step on board, and we'll take you wherever you want to go. My The name is Stan Sandpark, and I'm your conductor tonight—"

Stan Sampak suddenly stopped talking because he saw the two people in front of him.

Well, one has a lightning scar on his forehead, and the other...

"Is it Harry Potter?" Stan asked cautiously.

When the conductor was looking at them, Harry was also looking at the conductor. He found that Stan was not a few years older than him, eighteen, nineteen at most, with a pair of big fan ears on his head, and a few more on his face. A small pimple.

"Uh...yes." Harry had been working as a house elf at the Dursley's this month, and he had not yet gotten used to the preferential treatment given to his savior by the wizarding world.

After hearing Harry's confirmation, Stan's expression became even more excited. He suddenly turned to look at Rock, who was standing next to Harry:

"Then...then you are indeed Rock Anderson! I knew I didn't admit my mistake!"

Stan excitedly stepped forward to shake hands with Rock: "I just graduated not long ago. I saw your duel in school two years ago. I have always been your fan!"

Rock also had some impression of this man. In the original book, he was regarded as a Death Eater and was directly arrested because he liked to brag.

The unfortunate boy had shown during the interrogation that he had no connection with the Death Eaters, but the Ministry of Magic covered up this fact in order to give the outside world the illusion that they were on to something.

"Get in the car quickly!" Stan greeted excitedly.

Harry skillfully took money out of his pocket, paid for him and Rock, and then walked onto the bus together.

There were no seats in the car, and behind the curtained windows were six beds with brass posts. Candles sat on brackets beside each bed, illuminating the wainscoted walls.

"You two sleep here." Stan found the most comfortable position for the two of Rock. After setting up the feather bed, he also gave the two of them a piece of chocolate.

"Each of us only paid eleven silver coins." Roque refused to buy or sell by force. Chocolate was a service that only fourteen silver coins provided.

Stan winked at the two of them: "Hee! It's okay, I'll invite you."

As soon as these words came out, Harry knew that Rock would not refuse, not to mention that Rock liked chocolate.

Harry was already experienced in taking the Knight Bus for the second time. The last time he didn't even sit in his seat before the bus had already started, and it knocked him to pieces.

But this time, Harry stayed on the bed, which had a charm similar to a seat belt, which at least had some effect.

Stan also seemed to want to get closer to the two of them, so he stayed by their bedside and opened a copy of the Daily Prophet.

There was a large photo on the front page of the newspaper. The man had a sunken face and long tangled hair.

"Ahem, Black is still at large. The Ministry of Magic finally confirmed today: Sirius Black, considered to be the most notorious prisoner in Azkaban Castle, has still not been captured."

"[We are working to recapture Black] Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge said this: [We ask the wizarding community to remain calm]"

Stan read the newspaper in his hand, trying to attract the attention of Harry and Rock so that they could strike up a conversation.

Mainly, he wanted to talk to Rock. Although Harry was very famous in the wizarding world, Stan believed that Rock would definitely be more famous than him in the future. If he said a few words now, Stan thought he might be able to come up with it later. Go brag.

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Charing Cross Street, in front of the Leaky Cauldron.

The speed of the Knight Bus was not too slow and we arrived in London very quickly.

After Harry got out of the car, he turned around and didn't step into the gorgeous magical world. Instead, he fell on the road and vomited.

"I will never be a knight bus again!" Harry said to Rock while holding on to the wall and resisting the dizziness.

"I heard you say this two years ago..." Rock sighed: "But fortunately...it's already here."

The Leaky Cauldron was still very noisy. The fire in the bar was steaming, and several goblins were even more aggressive than Rock. They were arguing with the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, Tom, over the price of butterbeer.

After a few words with Harry, Rock used magic to levitate the luggage upstairs, while Harry went downstairs to relieve his motion sickness.

Phew~ It was familiar. After resting for a while, Harry took a deep breath.

Everything in the Leaky Cauldron was as familiar as when he and Rock stayed here two years ago. Sometimes things that remain the same are more likely to arouse nostalgia.

The backyard of the Leaky Cauldron is the entrance to Diagon Alley. Harry can't wait to enjoy the feeling of freedom. He wants to eat under the umbrella outside the coffee shop in Diagon Alley and sit in the Florin with a cold drink. Under the bright sunshine outside the store, he and Roark were chatting about news in the magical world while eating ice cream.

"Isn't this the famous Bro~te~?" came an annoying but familiar voice, it was Malfoy.

"Why don't you continue to be a house elf in your Muggle family?"

Harry's face suddenly darkened: "Malfoy, why don't you just stay at your house and enjoy your vacation and go to the Leaky Cauldron to join in the fun? Or are you so annoying that even your own house elves have begun to dislike you. "

Although Harry's aggressiveness needs to be improved, Harry himself has a special attack on Malfoy. No matter what Harry says, Malfoy will easily defeat him.

Malfoy didn't want to stay in the Leaky Cauldron either. It was paradise to Harry, but not to him, a nobleman.

At first he came here just to get close to Roark, but after that... his father would rather he stay in the Leaky Cauldron than let him go home.

Even Malfoy noticed the meaning of his father's words. Could it be that there was danger at home?

Thinking of this, Malfoy became a little anxious. Before he asked Roark for help, the situation at home seemed to be getting more and more troublesome.

If his father hadn't come to see him from time to time, popping some gold coins, and everything seemed normal, then Malfoy might have been unable to bear it and asked Roque directly for help.

"Humph, you don't have many days to be happy." Malfoy snorted coldly. He tore off a wanted notice from the wall that his boss Tom had just posted.

"Do you know who this guy is? Sirius Black! The horrific murderer!"

Harry looked at this familiar photo and didn't know what to say. On the Knight Bus, the conductor told the story of this guy along the way, but apart from the fact that this guy was loyal to Voldemort, Harry didn't know how this guy could relate to him. What's the relationship?

"You haven't realized it yet? Who doesn't know anyone here? This guy escaped from Azkaban just to seek revenge on you!"

Malfoy sneered and said, "I originally thought you came to the Leaky Cauldron because you were afraid of implicating your Muggle family members."

This fugitive murderer wants to kill him?

Harry's ears were ringing and he couldn't even hear the noise in the bar.

"No...I don't know about this at all." Harry shook his head in panic: "I wrote a letter to Roark, and Roark brought me here."

"Rock?" Malfoy was a little envious: "I brought you here specially at this time. You two have a really good relationship!"

Harry was also confused. If this was the case, he would not stay with Rock at all.

Suddenly, he remembered the black dog he met when he got on the Knight Bus.

Rock said that he was an Animagus and a wizard. It seemed that Rock had known all this for a long time, so he brought him to the Leaky Cauldron.

So will I implicate my friends? Will he implicate Rock?

Harry stood there blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Malfoy immediately understood that this was the time to pursue the victory. He stepped forward and whispered softly: "Ha, I really want to know, when you are killed by Sirius... will Rock mourn for you? "