Chapter 142 [Expectation Is a Subtle Form of Violence]

"I've weighed it for you, and I've got your change." The boss handed over the fourteen silver Sickles along with the materials.

Rock took it, thanked him, and was about to leave when the boss called him back: "By the way, Rock, I forgot to remind you that you'd better be careful recently..."

"Huh? What do you mean? Love potion?" Rock was puzzled: "That's just a little trick, it won't work on me."

"Haha, that's not what I'm talking about." The boss looked outside through the glass window, then lowered his voice: "I heard from my friend in the Ministry of Magic that a terrible murderer escaped from Azkaban!"

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

The boss looked at Rock worriedly: "Minister Fudge of the Ministry of Magic is a fool! This news can't be suppressed for 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. He always drags his feet when encountering bad things, fearing that this will affect his career. The boss has completely seen through him.

Now it is probably in the first stage of Fudge's four steps: "We declare that nothing happened." The boss guessed that it might not be long before it will fast forward to: "Maybe we could have done something at the beginning, but now it's too late."

A wizard murderer is wandering outside. It's okay for an adult wizard like him, but a little wizard like Rock... Thinking of this, the boss is more worried.

Rock stays in Diagon Alley for two months every summer vacation. The owners of various shops here are almost familiar with this exquisite little wizard. It can be said that Rock has grown up in front of them.

Even last year, Rock wanted to help him work here and wanted to earn some gold Galleons. It's a pity that the Ministry of Magic prohibits the employment of child labor, otherwise the boss really wants Rock to stay here.

Not only does he look pleasing to the eye, but he can also probably attract a lot of business.

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

"Ha~ You guessed it right! It's him, the famous Black."

Sirius escaped from prison, which made Rock, who had been living a peaceful life, instantly notice some information.

In the original book, Sirius saw Ron's mouse in the newspaper and found that it was transformed by Peter Pettigrew, so he 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?"

Considering that the newspaper is the only channel for Sirius to obtain information, Rock decided to check this matter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Malfoy wanted to take out the gold galleons: "We can..."

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

The three little wizards looked at each other. Seeing the boss's tough attitude, they really didn't know what to say. In the end, Crabbe, the follower behind Malfoy, stepped forward and scratched his head, and said: "Then... do you have aphrodisiacs?"

Boss: "..."

Damn it!

"Get out! "

The three were immediately driven out.

...

"Crabbe, did you just have a brain attack?" Malfoy covered his face with a depressed look on his face on the street of Diagon Alley.

"But...didn't you say that you should please Rock? Please him?" Crabbe explained at a loss: "I just had a flash of inspiration and felt that the love potion would work faster."

Malfoy: "..."

Forget it, why should he compete with these two smart people, Malfoy sighed.

"Malfoy, why do you suddenly want to please Rock? Didn't you always avoid him before?" Goyle on the side didn't understand what medicine Malfoy took wrong.

Crabbe also echoed: "I can prove that he blushes and avoids Rock when he sees him. I have seen it several times."

"How can I blush? !" Malfoy immediately turned red when he heard it: "You two! That's his charm magic! Oh, forget it..."

"I went to him because I have something to ask for his help..." Malfoy whispered.

The two asked in confusion: "What is it?"

Malfoy: "..."

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

How to say it... He felt that his father was a little strange in the past two years. Sometimes he always hid in the room and talked to a diary, and he looked so humble...

Moreover, his father had always strictly forbade him to stay away from that room, and warned him specifically that it was for his own good.

At first, Malfoy didn't feel anything strange, but recently his father's face became more and more gloomy, which made Malfoy feel that something bad was about to happen.

Maybe the notebook was a dark magic item that could bewitch people.

He wanted to help his father share his worries, but he didn't have any good way...

When thinking of bewitchment, Malfoy was most impressed by Rock. He thought Rock might have a way to deal with the strange diary.

Although it was a bit strange to put hope on a peer, Malfoy had an inexplicable confidence in Rock, and even felt deep in his heart that Rock might be more reliable than his father.

"Why not just buy some expensive gifts and send them over, or just send gold galleons directly." Crabbe suggested again.

"You'd better shut up..." Malfoy whispered helplessly, "Giving gold galleons is too insincere... What if it offends someone?"

"And..." Malfoy thought of Rock, who had established a great reputation in the school in his first year of enrollment. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but be a little excited. He still remembered Rock's style at that time - the magical strength that overwhelmed everyone.

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

...

Bang! Rock returned to the Leaky Cauldron and closed the door.

"So poor... Really so poor." Rock carefully counted the fourteen silver Sickles that the boss gave him, and then solemnly put them into the deformed lizard skin wallet on his waist.

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

This lizard skin wallet is a luxury item. The wallet made of this scaly material retains the characteristics of a lizard. It shrinks when a stranger approaches. And because it shrinks and expands by itself, its storage space is also amazing. It is a symbol of a rich man.

This was a gift given to him by the people in the Snake Institute.

To be honest, Rock felt that the people in the Snake Institute had a brain bag. He, Rock, an orphan, did he look like a rich man?

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

Rock did think of selling the gifts that the rich second generation of the Snake Institute gave him on Christmas and birthdays in the past two years.

But...when it came to selling, Rock hesitated.

First, it was not easy to sell other people's gifts. Second, the people in the Snake Institute were too picky. They gave Rock things that he could use. Their precision was the same as Cook's knife skills.

Rock thought he was in politics, and money seemed to have no meaning to him. Most of the things he wanted to use were given to him by others.

It was not until the school did not allow him to stay in school during the summer vacation and Rock needed to find a place to live that he suddenly realized that this magical society needed gold galleons.

It was a pity that he was not old enough, and no store dared to hire him when he worked last year. Fortunately, relying on his strength, Rock started a business selling some magic potions in Knockturn Alley last year.

"Okay, after this pot of wolfsbane potion is made, another 27 gold galleons will be in the account..." Rock set up the crucible and calculated his profit.

Although the entire werewolf group is relatively poor, there are still some rich people in a group. Wolfsbane potion is destined to be a scarce product, so it is easy to sell and change money quickly.

Relying on his magic potion skills, he is not short of small money. At least he can still earn enough money to live in the Leaky Cauldron.

But in the end, he was too shameless... If he mentioned it, someone in the academy would definitely give him money. Even in the past two months, Hermione had mentioned that Rock should stay at her house for a while.

Thinking of giving money, Rock thought of Harry. This guy gave him gold Galleons every Christmas very practically, which touched Rock very much... I don't know how Harry is doing at his uncle's house.

Since Voldemort went dormant, Dumbledore no longer used Harry as bait like in the first year. Instead, he honestly let Harry stay with his blood relatives.

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

"Knock knock!"

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

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

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

Harry's uncle's house is on Privet Drive, which is the Little Whinging District in Surrey. It can barely be considered a suburb of London. According to the distance, the 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 became independent. He couldn't stand the days at his uncle's house. School was about to start, and he wanted to live with him in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Well... It seems that I can save some rent..."

Privet Drive.

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

The sky in London is always gloomy. It is either raining or on the way to rain. There is no raindrops at the Leaky Cauldron, but it is pouring on Privet Drive.

The heavy 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 open the door!" A voice came from the door.

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

"Rock, why are you here?!" Harry glanced behind him nervously and whispered, "My aunt has been living at home recently..."

Aunt? Rock seemed to have an impression. In the original book, Harry was so excited that her magic rioted because she scolded Harry's parents, blowing her up like a balloon.

"Harry? Who is here?"

Uncle Vernon came out of the house with a 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 want to invite Harry to live with me."

Schoolmate? Classmate!

Oh? ! Vernon took a deep breath and hurriedly turned back to find his gun.

"Your family's welcome ceremony is really special." Rock smiled.

"Stop talking, come in quickly!" Harry saw that it was raining heavily outside and Rock didn't have an umbrella, so he hurriedly pulled him into the house. It was a rare time for him to be tough at his uncle's house, but when he touched his sleeves, Harry found that Rock's clothes were dry.

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

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

Aunt Marge is Vernon's sister. She knows nothing about the wizarding world. She only knows that her brother is pointing a gun at others at this moment.

Vernon looked at Rock, sweat dripping from his forehead. He knew that his sister Marge knew nothing, so he had to grit his teeth and whisper to his wife Petunia: "He is Harry's classmate!"

"Oh!" Petunia screamed in horror.

"Vernon." Aunt Marge on the side laughed relaxedly: "A little kid, I thought someone broke into the house and robbed! Okay, continue eating!"

She smiled and turned back to the restaurant.

Leaving the Vernon couple in a dilemma.

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

Mr. and Mrs. Vernon looked at Rock, and it seemed that Rock's special affinity played a role, and the two gradually reduced their hostility.

"Come in, we are just having dinner." After a short silence, Vernon gestured to Rock to go to the restaurant.

When they arrived at the restaurant, the aunt had already sat down, and Harry's cousin Dudley was watching Tom and Jerry on the side.

After that, a strange scene appeared. Rock was arranged to sit at the table as a guest, and Harry was cleaning the plates on the side.

On the ground was Aunt Marge's pet dog, and Harry stood with it.

As expected by Harry, Rock seemed to have surpassed him in status in this family after just chatting for a few minutes.

"I really didn't expect..." Aunt Marge, holding a brandy in her hand, seemed to be drunk, and said without restraint: "This inferior species actually has a classmate like you."

"Oh, by the way, uh, where did he go to school?" Aunt Marge turned her head to look at Vernon.

"Well... St. Brutus, that's the right school for an incorrigible child." Vernon explained hurriedly, winking at Rock and Harry.

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

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

The Vernons' faces suddenly changed, but fortunately Aunt Maggie drank too much and didn't listen to Rock's words carefully.

"Ha, I knew it, it's hereditary!" Maggie drank the brandy in her hand and explained with a smile: "The defects of inferior breeds can't be hidden."

She picked up her beloved dog and said: "I think this has nothing to do with his father. It's his mother's fault. Dogs are like this. If there is a problem with the bitch, the puppy must have a problem too..."

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

It was as if she was disdaining her, but due to the aunt's rich financial resources, Penny had to put on a fake smile on her face.

"Pah!"

Maggie's body suddenly stiffened as she spoke, and she fell on the table with her eyes wide open, her face hitting the plate, making a crisp sound.

"Oh my God!"

"What happened?!"

The Vernons screamed.

"You did it!" Vernon looked at Rock, and he 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 the shotgun down.

This action scared Vernon, and he trembled to protect his family behind him.

But Rock's action was beyond his expectation. Rock handed him the shotgun: "Here, your sense of security."

"I understand you. If it were me, I would be nervous and scared. People who claim to have come out of the magic world came to my home, and that power is unknown. This mystery does bring fear to people."

Vernon swallowed his saliva, he moved slowly, and slowly took the gun from Rock's hand.

In fact, he also knew that this gun might be useless. It was useless when facing the giant last time. The only effect was to make himself less scared.

At this time, Tom and Jerry was playing on TV. Tom was holding a shotgun, but the shotgun was limp like a middle-aged man who was exhausted.

The middle-aged man Vernon was about to ask why his sister suddenly fell down, and he heard Rock's explanation: "I'm sorry, I didn't come here with any bad intentions. I really just came to take Harry away, but the remarks of this Ms. Maggie are really not very pleasing."

Petunia 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.