Stepfather of HP

Come on, you need a drink. "

He walked away with Sirius in a tight hug, and the three of them who had been holding their breath let out a sigh at the same time, "I didn't expect..." Ron marveled, "They have this kind of relationship."

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hermione's eyes were full of romantic pink bubbles, "The girls have been speculating about their relationship for a long time, and this time I finally have proof."

"That..." Harry didn't want to say that he knew about it, he believed that Hermione would kill him for being full.

Before he could say anything, another person came from the direction of the dungeon, and the three hid again. This time it was Harry, and Harry left the basement alone without saying a word.

The three knew that this was the time when Snape was alone with Peter Pettigrew. Ten minutes later, Snape came out from the dungeon, but he didn't go far, but leaned against the stone wall and waited for someone .

After a while, a man dressed all in black, with his head tightly hidden by a black hood, walked into the basement and walked up to Snape.

Snape held out his hand, and the man held out his hand, and the two held hands together, "Hi!"

"He's in there. I'm going to find my alibi," said Snape, handing the man a key the moment they shook hands.

"Good luck," said the man, and walked towards the dungeon without looking back.

Harry gasped. He didn't expect that the trip to prove his father's innocence would become a trip to prove his father's guilt.

Snape seemed to have a look in the direction Harry and the others were in, then turned his head and walked away.

The three of them leaned against the cold, seepage stone wall and no one spoke.

After another 10 minutes, the man came from the direction of the dungeon, with something bulging in his pocket. Harry and the others knew it was Peter Pettigrew, who had turned into a mouse.

Harry held the wand tightly in his hand, but he didn't have the courage to rush out and grab the man, questioning his relationship with his father.

Has he been deceived by his father all this time... But until that man left the dungeon, he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

Before lunch at noon the next day, Professor Snape had returned to Hogwarts, still wearing his black robe, walking around the castle as if he had never been taken by an Auror.

The first thing Harry did when he saw his father was to hug him tightly, and took a deep breath. It seemed that the smell of potion on his father's body was still infiltrating into every cell of him, mixed with a touch of black tea the smell of leather on leather boots...

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." Harry shook his head in his father's arms, nothing, he never went back to before Peter Pettigrew escaped from prison, and he never saw his father hand over the key to the man in black.

Both Ron and Hermione looked at Harry worriedly. After Harry returned to the empty classroom from the dungeon, he had been abnormally calm.

"Go to lunch, don't act like a child." Snape patted Harry on the shoulder.

Harry let go of his father's hand, yeah, don't always be like a child... He doesn't know what his father is doing, and he doesn't know how heavy his father's burden is. There is always a side of his father that he doesn't want to see .

The Ministry of Magic's search for Peter Pettigrew continued, and Hogwarts was almost turned over by them. Harry continued to live a peaceful life, and the Harry in his dream became his entertainment.

He is so obsessed with hating the 'father' in his dream, he wants to seek revenge from the 'godfather', that is a lonely child, and also a child who grew up under the abuse of 'relatives'. Enemy hatred is much deeper than oneself...

Harry woke up from the dream, sat up and looked at his hands illuminated by the moonlight, was it much deeper?No, he also hates Peter Pettigrew. No matter what purpose his father wants to achieve or whoever he wants to use, it should not be Peter Pettigrew. Only by accepting the dementor's kiss will he truly be at peace, and only then will his biological father and mother be truly at peace.

He wanted to question his father right now, whether he took his hatred to heart, but in an instant he understood that Peter Pettigrew was not that hateful in his father's eyes, and the one he directly killed was the one who bullied him since he was a child The villain James Potter.

But father, James Potter is also his biological father!

Harry lay back on the bed and covered his head with the quilt. He wanted to kill someone in pain now, but the one he wanted to kill the most was himself.

During the Christmas holiday, Harry asked his father for a day off to visit Muggle London with Remus. Remus, an adult, had only a handful of opportunities to live in the Muggle world, and Harry became his tour guide instead.

They ate at the Indian restaurant attached to the shopping center at noon. Harry ordered curry beef rice, and Remus said without hesitation that it was the same as what he ordered. Therefore, during the meal, Harry was amused to see a man with a more sensitive taste than ordinary people. Remus stuck his tongue out from the heat.

"Why didn't you ask me why I defended your father?" Seriously, he was treated worse than Snape at the Ministry.

"He's your former employer and current colleague." Harry deliberately said lightly.

"Because I think James would agree that we'd help Snape, and he was with us when Peter Pettigrew escaped."

"My biological father... I mean my father, what kind of person is he?"

"Kind, with a sense of justice, a very straightforward person who loves to play and make trouble."

"Then why is he bullying my father?" Harry poked at the potatoes in the rice with his fork.

"At that time, Hogwarts was divided, and there was a fierce battle between Slytherin and Gryffindor. When we were in the lower grades, it was just a verbal fight. When we were in the fourth and fifth grades, it had escalated to a rivalry. Dou, how do you say your stepfather is arrogant and gloomy, plus your mother... I have to say that this matter has something to do with her. Your biological father fell in love with your mother at first sight on the train, but at that time There was only Snape, and Lily...had suffered a lot for Snape."

"Oh?"

"I have to say that Snape was also rude to Lily. He refused Lily's concern for him. Now that I think about it, he was angry because he made a fool of himself in front of the girl he liked, but at that time, in our eyes, he didn't know good from bad. In the end, the feud grew deeper and deeper, and it became a compulsory course for us to humiliate each other in different ways. I have to say that we did some things that we don't want you to know, which is why I think James would want us to help Snape reason."

"But father will not forgive you."

"We don't expect him to forgive, do what you should do, and don't ask for anything in return. This is Gryffindor."

"Peter Pettigrew is also a Gryffindor."

"Yes... yes, he's a Gryffindor too."

After eating, Harry took Remus to the glasses counter on the sixth floor of the shopping center, "I'll get you glasses." Harry sat down in front of the counter.

"But you're not short-sighted," Remus said.

"I should be wearing glasses." Harry still insisted on buying a round retro flat lens, and put them on as soon as he got them.

Is this the world in the eyes of "Harry"?Looking out through the round frame, Harry smiled at the boy in the mirror.

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This article is more and more like running in a strange direction

Harry's birthday greetings

When Harry parked his yellow Hummer in the driveway of his house, he was not surprised to see that his lights were off. He checked his watch - at ten o'clock, the man would not be home.

Pressed the remote to open the garage door, and he parked the car in the garage, lest the guy who came home late complain that he took up the driveway or something, although the guy never drives, he prefers to use apparition and the like convenient wizard way, but that didn't stop him from complaining.

Harry walked into his living room through the door on the garage side. When he stepped on the carpet, he thought of taking off his boots. The boots were stained with the blood and stumps of some unknown creature. The dried blood made the boots difficult to take off. , and at the same time he wanted to try not to get his hands dirty, which made the work more difficult. Harry used some strength and finally got rid of the boots.

Then there was the white wool sock, which had been completely ruined by the blood seeping into the shoe, and Harry took it off and threw it away.

He maliciously thought that the person would say, "Damn it, did you forget to clean it up and use it?"

He took off the lambskin jacket that was also stained with blood and an unknown liquid, because the blood-stained jeans were dry and hard, and it didn’t take long for him to be in a strange state wearing a crew-neck pullover on the upper body and black briefs on the lower body .

He walked lazily forward, and didn't bother to look at the living room in the process. He thought about going directly to the master bedroom on the second floor, lying in his beloved jacuzzi, and completely submerging himself in warm water.

Just as he stepped up the first step, the living room was suddenly brightly lit: "Surprise!!!" He heard almost all the people he knew, male and female, classmates and friends shouting.

he froze...

After the momentary visual paralysis caused by the bright lights ended, everyone could see the condition of the birthday star clearly, so the stiffness began to spread.

Well, what's going on here, Ron and Hermione are wearing funny couple outfits - wizard robes of the same color, similar patterns, but that color is too bright for wizards and too weird for witches.

The twins were wearing a white suit and a black suit - well, Harry still couldn't tell which of them was which.

Dumbledore’s beard is still tied with a bow, but this time he changed it to a conspicuous pink. Professor McGonagall finally remembered her identity as an old Scottish lady, and she wore a plaid skirt representing the Scottish nobility. Don’t be serious with her, maybe She can really pull out a genealogy to prove that she has Scottish noble blood.

Draco Malfoy continued his flamboyant style, as if he could walk onto the runway at any time.

The [-]th female college girl who has become more and more beautiful, Ginny's clothing taste has been improved again, she looks like an angel——

Well, when did this situation where everyone looks decent and he looks like a beggar...

"I think Harry needs to go get changed." His lovely godfather finally took his hands off his lovely governess' ass, and did it justice.

"Yes, excuse me." Harry hastened his steps and fled upstairs, Merlin was at a surprise party!

When he got back downstairs everyone was enjoying themselves, as if they were just looking for an excuse to party, well, not as if, they were just looking for an excuse to party, drink, eat all kinds of food, wizards are not afraid of calories anyway Going over the mark, dancing, meeting new boyfriends or girlfriends, the wizarding world seriously needs more people getting married, having kids, whatever.

Then he saw the man, the man who seemed to be forever out of the action, leaning against the fire with Firewhiskey in his hand, eyes looking at him with a hint of a smile.

"Hi." Harry walked over to greet him and gave him a kiss.

"Happy birthday," said the man.

"Merlin I hate surprise parties."

"I thought you'd enjoy seeing old friends."

"I want them all gone." After a day of battling demons, the last thing Harry needed was a bunch of rowdy friends and a lot of alcohol.

"As you wish." The man flicked his fingers, and everyone disappeared, leaving only the two of them in the room.

The music changed from loud fast songs to melodious jazz, and Harry sighed, "It's so early to be back."

"It's relatively free today." The man put his arm around Harry's waist, shaking with the music.

"Did I say I hated the buttons on your clothes?" Harry's hand followed the gap in the robe to the man's silk shirt, and unsurprisingly touched the button all the way to the top.

"I've said it... probably more than 1000 times." The man smiled, and put his hand into Harry's clothes reciprocally, "The black briefs, huh? I finally know where my missing pair of underwear went."

"How about I give it back to you?" Harry had already finished most of the unbuttoning process, no matter how much he complained, the long time together had already made him moan about how to quickly unbutton all the buttons on your partner's clothes.

The robes were left on the floor, and Harry thanked the man for his penchant for adhering to the wizarding dress code, most young wizards like to wear a pair of trousers under their wizarding robes, like a Muggle, and the traditional way to wear it is to wear only underwear underneath .

After the silk shirt was ripped off, the only thing standing between them was the same pair of black underwear that Harry was wearing. This weird black-loving man had at least a dozen of them.

Harry directly touched the obvious protrusion on the black underwear, "Very enthusiastic?"

The clothes on Harry's body disappeared at the same speed, and the man who was not to be outdone also touched the same part of Harry as his, "Both each other."

The lips of the two quickly found each other and began to kiss. Harry's tongue expertly found each other's, and the two began to entangle each other not to be outdone. Clinging to the man's penis, he folded his palms together and skillfully comforted him.

The man's slender fingers had also penetrated into Harry's underwear, and the black underwear was shattered into pieces in two or three strokes, and the hand stroking Harry's buttocks slid towards the secret place between his thighs.

Harry took his hand backhand, "I thought the birthday man had the right to choose."

"So do you choose to continue or stop?"

"Continue, fuck it for Merlin's sake..."

The man smiled at Harry's neck. He bit Harry's chin. Harry raised his neck, revealing his protruding Adam's apple. The man continued to kiss down the beautiful line of his neck, and quickly bit him Adam's apple and stuck out his tongue to lick it.

Oh, Merlin, Harry felt his legs were as limp as jelly, as if he was about to fall without the man's support, the man hugged him, and the two of them lay down on the carpet.

At the same time, the man's kiss fell on the fruit on Harry's chest. If there is an Oscar for flirting, the man will definitely win the Academy Award.

Harry, who was so excited by the teasing, bit the man's shoulder in retaliation.

The man responded by inserting his slender middle finger into Harry's anus, "I think we need lubricant... no matter how many times you do it, you are always too tight." The man frowned, as if doing something academic report.

Do you still want to say such unpleasant things at this time?Harry touched the wand, "The lubricant is flying." The lubricant hidden under the TV cabinet flew directly into Harry's hand. Harry always thanked them for being a wizard at such times, and Merlin knew that even if it was The distance from the sofa to the TV cabinet would kill him.

The man took the lube, pulled his finger out of Harry's secret place, squeezed one onto it, and then poked it in again, one, two...

His fingers began to move open and close in Harry's secret place.

Harry bit his lip and covered his face with his arms, and every time he felt dizzy, the chandelier above his head was too blinding, and he couldn't help moaning.

"Tell me, tell me what you want?" The man said in his ear with a hoarse, but still beautiful voice like a cello.

"I want you..." Harry almost sobbed.

"As you wish." The man pulled out his finger, ending his torment, and then the part thicker than the finger, almost within a second, was full of Harry.

"Uh..." Harry couldn't help but took a deep breath.

"Relax...Relax..." The man's voice was still gentle, but his movements were far from gentle.

"You like eh? You like me like this..." The man's actions are resolute and arrogant, and he always talks twice as much as usual at this time...

Harry bit his lip and couldn't help moaning when he realized it was just the two of them.

"Yes...that's right there..."

The man accurately found Harry's sensitive spot, and began to strike viciously.

Harry opened his eyes, covered the man's head with his hands, and stared closely at his black pupils. The man's usually stagnant eyes were shining with excitement.

Watching, just looking into his eyes, seeing only his reflection in his eyes, "Look at me..." said Harry.

"I've been looking at you...don't you know?" The man hit hard a few times, and a hot stream rushed into Harry's intestines.

Harry hugged the man limp on top of him tightly, and the man covered Harry's remaining part with his hands, gently helping him to orgasm.

"Happy birthday, my Harry." The man kissed Harry's sweaty forehead.

"Thank you, my professor, this is the birthday surprise I've always wanted." Harry blinked wearily, but he didn't want to be the one who fell asleep after making love.

"Good night, my little Harry." The professor stretched out his hand and summoned a blanket to cover the two of them densely.

"Good night, my Sev."

74. dream

Harry felt that he was traveling in a dream. Not only could he dream of Harry’s small room that was about the size of his cloakroom, a simple camp bed, and a wardrobe that was too small to fit, he could even feel To the harsh springs of the cot, Merlin, he could even feel Harry's hunger.

Harry stepped on his own bamboo slippers. It is said that these shoes come from China and are very environmentally friendly, but the price they sell is not very environmentally friendly. Snape Manor is located in some kind of valley, and it is still a bit cold even on summer nights. Harry didn't turn around and put on another dress, but walked to the kitchen with his upper body bare in shorts and his eyes half closed.

Opening the door of the 'refrigerator' that was permanently frozen, Harry saw the blueberry pie that had been cursed with freshness, and took another bottle of Coke. He didn't seem to worry about getting fat now, but Ron began to worry that Harry would grow fat Even taller than myself.

And Hermione, who has entered a period of slow growth, feels extremely pressured to be with two tall and thin boys often.

Harry sat on a solid wooden chair in the kitchen and ate, feeling a little sorry for the Harry in his dream, eating the birthday cake hidden in the floor, and he seemed to get it all.

Yes, everything, except those he really wanted.

Harry suddenly felt dizzy, as if someone was punching a hole in his head, he covered his head, and then called for help: "Help!"

He only had time to cry out before he fell to the floor.

The vigilance of being a spy made it difficult for Snape to fall into a deep sleep. He opened his eyes when he heard a movement in the kitchen. Harry's hunger was not over just like his growth, but when the sound became wrong, He sat up suddenly from the bed.

'Harry' thought he was having a weird dream, he touched the hard surface he was sleeping on, it wasn't a camp bed, did he fall to the floor?He opened his eyes, but saw the shiny solid wood floor, well, even if the Dursleys went bankrupt, they might not be able to afford such a floor.

He held his painful head, sat up, and found that he seemed to be in the kitchen of a mansion, wearing strange shoes on his feet, and only pure white boxer underwear on his body. The logo on the waistband of the trousers seemed to be CK.

He blinked and found that his eyes were very clear. He touched his face, but he didn't even have glasses.

When he saw a few mouthfuls of blueberry cake on a white bone china plate and a Coke bottle with a layer of dew hanging on the table, he felt that he was really hungry and had such a dream.

He stood up, feeling that something was wrong with him, and in the kitchen mirror, he saw a boy who was similar to himself but very different.

The boy was thinner, but fleshier and taller than he was, judging from the fact that he could reach the kitchen cabinets as soon as he reached out. He didn't wear glasses, and his hair was as messy as his, but it looked like he came from some Fashion designer's hands are deliberately messed up.

"Harry?" 'Harry' turned his head, his mouth opened wide in surprise, does Professor Snape have a younger brother who pays more attention to hair and teeth cleaning than him?He looked at that familiar yet unfamiliar face. He never knew how to grow his hair long and wash it clean, his teeth were neat and white, his skin was not waxy yellow but almost healthy white. Professor Snape, who was wearing black silk pajamas, looked It turned out to be a little more amiable, not to mention the concern in his eyes.

"Harry, did you fall?" He said with a flick of his finger, and the big lights in the kitchen, which had only been turned on with a row of small lights, turned on. The lights were so bright that you could see every detail of each other's faces clearly, but they didn't Not dazzling.

Harry even saw the environment outside the kitchen clearly. Outside the large semi-circular kitchen, there was a luxurious living room. The leather sofa in the living room was shining with the unique luster of leather. A landscape painting in a similar style, with a woolen carpet on the floor.

"What's the matter with you, Harry?" The man who looked like Snape, but definitely wasn't Snape put him in his arms, and carefully examined the abnormalities on his body.

"I think I fell." Or in some wild dream, Harry blinked.

"I told you, you can leave the food in your room instead of coming to the kitchen in the dark at night." Snape looked at Harry disapprovingly.

Since passing through the weird third grade, Harry began to emphasize his independence more and more like it was written in a Muggle book. Even if he was at home throughout the summer vacation, the two of them did not spend time together. Well, Harry was either locked up in his room, or on his way out to play.

Every Muggle book told him that all he had to do was lock down the door and make Harry promise to be home at the appointed time, and that adolescent boys needed proper respect and trust.

But this feeling of having a young child at home still made him a little uncomfortable, and he tried his best not to find Harry's personal house elf, and asked him to report Harry's journey every minute... Although it was difficult, He still held back.

his room? 'Harry' remembered the food stash on the floor of his room, "There's no room in my room."

"I said that the game room next door to you can be converted into other functions at any time." Snape ruffled his hair, "Go to bed now."

Harry was wondering what was his relationship to this man, father and son?Some loving father who looked like Snape had a son who looked like him?His imagination is too rich.

"Father..." He opened his mouth, but he was afraid of making a mistake.

"Did you fall into a daze? I'll take you back to your room." The man who looked like Snape but was a thousand times gentler than him, the very gentle man sent him up the stairs and stopped in front of a half-open door , "Do you want a bedtime story?" There was a smile in his voice.

"No." 'Harry' shook his head, thinking how lucky the man in his dream was, he pushed open the door, found the light switch next to the door, and couldn't help but wow.

This is a typical Gryffindor boy's bedroom, with red wallpaper, dark gold patterns, white doors and windows, a four-poster bed decorated with red and gold, a golden snitch-shaped lamp on the bedside table, and artillery teams on the wall Against the wall is a tall bookcase full of books that every Gryffindor boy wants.

Next to the bookcase is a desk, on which there are summer homework spread out, the quills in the pen holder are full, the parchment is also the best kind, and the dragon's blood ink exudes a faint ink fragrance.

There were bright French windows behind red velvet curtains, but it was dark outside and it wasn't clear what the scene was. 'Harry' bet it wasn't the neighbor's backyard.

He pushed open the middle one of the two white doors, it was a bright bathroom, brightly lit the moment the owner opened the door, the transparent glass surrounded the shower head, outside the glass was wide enough for two people to lie down. The bathtub, sink and toilet are shining white ceramics, half of the wall is inlaid with blue mosaic, half of the wall is white wall tiles, the floor is non-slip graphics, and the villain riding a broom is on the floor tiles. Fly up and down.

Well, that's about it for Prince's bathroom.

He pushed open another door, which was a cloakroom, and Harry saw the Gryffindor Quidditch uniforms that had been washed clean, in fact, this was the only thing Harry owned in the entire cloakroom. Rows of shoes, neatly sized shirts and jumpers, a row of standard coats on the left that Harry had only seen on TV, and a row of wizarding robes of various colors and styles on the right.

Harry squatted down and smiled. What kind of dream is this? There is nothing in reality, so he has such a dream?

He looked at his feet, which were made of unknown material, cool shoes, and toes that were shining with healthy luster. He walked to the bed and threw himself on the bed.

Surround yourself with a quilt, go to sleep, everything will return to its original state when you wake up from the dream.

Harry dreamed that he was outside a dilapidated manor, and the stone road under his feet was covered with moss, wet and slippery. He still walked forward until he saw a familiar figure in front of him.

"Who are you?" He took two steps forward to chase after him, put his arm on the man's shoulder, but saw a face similar to his own, "Harry?" he asked the man.

"Do you recognize me?" 'Harry' asked this face that had just appeared in the dream. He had so many dreams that night, and after lying down and falling asleep in the dream, he unexpectedly went to some dilapidated manor again.

"I know you, and I think you know me," said Harry to 'Harry'.

"So I went to your house just now?" 'Harry' understood something, and felt envious of the boy in front of him, "Your home is like a palace."

"I'm just lucky." Harry said, growing up with the Harry in his dream for so many years, let him know how lucky he is.

"Where are we?" 'Harry' asked him.

"I think we should keep going." Harry stepped forward.

He pushed open a narrow door in the traditional manor where the servants walked. Snape Manor was also an old-fashioned manor that had been modernized, and the basic layout was similar.

Harry knew that this door would lead to the kitchen, and if he went up the stairs, he would find the master bedroom on the second floor.

He went up the stairs, reached the end of the stairs and found himself in the corridor, and then in a certain room, there was a glimmer of light.

He walked in the direction of the light.

"Only you, unexpectedly only you found me." A voice said, "But it's enough, you two are enough to do a lot of things." Harry continued to walk forward, and he entered in a strange way. inside the door.

"Master, even so, I suggest calling more people. I believe that once the news of your presence spreads, someone will come." A familiar voice said.

Then he heard himself speaking in Parseltongue, "There's someone behind me."

Harry turned his head abruptly, and saw 'Harry' who followed him innocently standing in the corner, and behind him was a strange old man.

"It turned out to be you... well, my Nagini needs a gift..." the man said in Parseltongue, and then waved his wand "Avada..."

A green light flashed, and the old man fell to the ground.

After turning around, he saw the ugliest 'baby' he had ever seen, with a head about the size of a three-year-old, but with snake-like scales on his body, to the left of the couch the man was sitting on Standing Peter Pettigrew, on the right is - Regulus Black.

"Ah!" Harry screamed, waking up from his dream, feeling the sheets behind him soaked.

He got off the bed with bare feet, walked into a shower room surrounded by glass, turned on the shower, and let the warm water wash over him with his eyes closed.

He opened his eyes, but saw the short 'self' wearing glasses in the mirror.

"Ah!" Harry screamed again and sat up, this time fully awake.

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Hahaha, that man in black is Regulus Black.Harry's dream started to get deeper and deeper.

75. Differences

Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey

Harry didn't know why he came here. This is an ordinary middle-class Muggle community, where life is peaceful and strangers don't often appear, so when Harry came here, he clearly felt the curious eyes of the residents.

He sat far away and could see No. 4 Privet Drive, the stone in the backyard of a certain residential building of his aunt's house in the legend, imagining what would happen to him if his James and Lily were both dead. What is the situation.

He never took his current life for granted, yet nothing made him more aware of it than a real dream.

He has a dreamlike life that the Harry in the dream would not even imagine in the dream, no matter whether it is material or spiritual, but he is even more unhappy than the Harry in the dream.

Do people have more extravagant wishes?Well, Harry in the dream was upset that his godfather wouldn't give him a home, his annoyance was a bit out of the ordinary, he wanted his own father.

Realizing that there was no point in sitting here, Harry stepped to the side of the road and raised his wand to summon the Knight Bus, which he had taken to so many places this summer.

Stan Sampak, the conductor of the Knight Bus, smiled when he saw him, "Harry, are you done?" It was the Knight Bus that brought Harry here.

"Yeah." Harry jumped on the bus, "Hi!" He greeted the driver Yalin Ballanger.

"Hi." Yalin Ballanger nodded, then stepped on the gas pedal, and the Knight Bus rushed out.

Fortunately, Harry was already prepared, and he held the headpost of the copper four-poster bed firmly with his hand, "I'm going to London, or eleven silver Sickles?"

"Well, the price hasn't been raised. It hasn't been raised once in more than ten years." Stan Sampak took Harry's money.

The Knight Bus was running through the streets like crazy, and Harry still felt a little dizzy even after riding it many times.

"Harry, are you going to the Quidditch World Cup?"

"Yes." Harry nodded, "Our family will go with my friend's family. My father is not interested in Quidditch, but he has promised to accompany me."

"You have a good father, really, I once begged my dad to take me to the Cannons game, and he refused to say anything because of sinusitis."

"For sinusitis, I happen to know a few potions that work well, and they are sold in Diagon Alley."

"He just doesn't want to take me there, it's just an excuse... To buy potions, you must go to Snape's Potions Store. Except for his potions, the other effects are not very good."

"Well, that's what I heard too." Harry nodded as calmly as possible, trying not to make the corners of his mouth curve upward too obviously.

The bus stopped in front of the Shabby Bar, Harry got out of the bus, and before he could wave goodbye to Stan, the bus had already driven away.

He and Ron and Hermione agreed to meet at one o'clock in the afternoon, and it was only eleven o'clock. Harry sat up and ordered something to eat. The Quidditch World Cup was the biggest event in the wizarding world recently. Even the Leaky Cauldron has been redecorated with a Quidditch theme.

The poster even covered up the wanted posters for Peter Pettigrew and Regulus Black.

The two wizards sitting at the table next to Harry were discussing enthusiastically about England being eliminated. Well, the British were used to England being eliminated, but this did not prevent it from becoming the number one topic on the streets.

Harry is glad that the Irish team is still there, and Krum's Bulgarian team is also there. If nothing else, Harry is optimistic about these two teams entering the final.

When Harry was considering whether to order another cup of pumpkin juice, Ron arrived first, and the two good friends hugged each other. After they sat down, Ron ordered a glass of butterbeer,