Chapter 143 [Will Rock Mourn for You? ]

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 must 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, so he easily dealt with the little fat man and asked 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. He started by 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 lead 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."

Let the Dursleys sign it?

Harry was silent. Before this, Harry might have tried 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 stared 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 had an idea: "Why don't we let the teachers sign for us? Don't teachers often say that Hogwarts is our home? Is it normal to ask parents to sign it?”

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 tracking method of recording.

Although there was some trouble, whether it was Harry's trace or Rock's own, Rock could easily bypass 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. Then he opened the drawer. There were two small paintings in the drawer. Harry reached out and took them, and naturally placed 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.

And Rock happened to be very talented in non-supernatural things. Whether it was painting or handmade, at least it was not shameful to give it out.

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

Both paintings had Harry and Rock in them, and Rock drew them 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, he was interrupted by Harry: "Wait, Rock, I think... this time I'll take the Knight Bus to the Leaky Cauldron..."

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

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

Then he turned around and stepped into the world of magic without hesitation.

...

Crescent Street, dark night.

Only Harry and Rock were on the whole street, which seemed very empty.

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

He had never had such an experience, and there was nothing in his pocket except gold galleons.

Suddenly, Harry turned his head and saw a huge outline of something with big, glimmering eyes in the dark.

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

"Rock, I just saw a big black dog. It was looking at me from a distance!" Harry explained why he fell.

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

Because of his appearance and temperament, Rock usually pays attention to others. Although he will subconsciously ignore the sight of others, his perception is still very strong. He still noticed the sight of the black dog just now.

The big black dog... should be Sirius's Animagus form.

There is indeed a reason for escaping from Azkaban. If Sirius hadn't been eager to see Harry and accidentally exposed his sight, it might be difficult for even Rock to detect his existence.

I don't know if this hiding ability is Sirius's unique magical inheritance of the Black family? Or is it that the unique transformation of Animagus has a hidden effect?

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

Harry could not remember the specific knowledge. He only remembered that very few people had this transformation...

Harry was just about to ask something when a strong light appeared from the thin air, and then a three-story Knight Bus stopped in front of him and Rock.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, which is an emergency passenger bus for witches or wizards in distress. Just hold out your wand and get on the bus, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I'm your conductor tonight-"

Stan Shunpike 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.

While the conductor was looking at them, Harry was also looking at the conductor. He found that Stan was only a few years older than him, eighteen, nineteen at most, with a pair of big fan ears on his head and a few small pimples on his face.

"Uh... yes." Harry had been a house elf in the Dursleys' house for a month and had not yet gotten used to the preferential treatment of the magic world for his savior.

After hearing Harry's confirmation, Stan's expression became more excited. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Rock standing next to Harry:

"Then... then you are Rock Anderson! I knew I was right!"

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

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

This unlucky child had already 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 doing things.

"Hurry up and get on the bus!" Stan called excitedly.

Harry skillfully took out money from his pocket, paid for him and Rock, and then got on the bus together.

There were no seats in the bus. Behind the curtained windows, there were six beds with brass pillars. Candles were lit on the brackets next to each bed, illuminating the wall with wainscoting.

"You two sleep here." Stan found the most comfortable position for Rock and the other two. After making the feather bed, he gave each of them a piece of chocolate.

"We only paid eleven Sickles each." Rock refused to force a sale, as chocolate was a service that only cost fourteen Sickles.

Stan winked at the two of them: "Hee! It's okay, it's my treat."

As soon as he said this, Harry knew that Rock would not refuse, not to mention that Rock liked chocolate.

This was the second time he took the Knight Bus, and Harry had experience. Last time, he didn't even sit down properly before the bus started, and he was knocked out.

This time, Harry stayed on the bed tightly. There was a spell similar to a seat belt on the bed, which at least played a certain role.

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

There was a large photo on the front page of the newspaper, with a sunken face and tangled long hair.

"Ahem, Black is still at large. The Ministry of Magic finally confirmed today that Sirius Black, who is considered the most notorious prisoner in Azkaban Castle, has not yet been arrested."

"【We are working hard to recapture Black】Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge said: 【We ask the magic world to remain calm】"

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

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

...

Charing Cross Road, in front of the Leaky Cauldron.

The speed of the Knight Bus was not slow, and it arrived in London soon.

After Harry got off the bus, he turned around and did not step into the gorgeous magic world. Instead, he fell on the road and vomited.

"I will never take the Knight Bus again!" Harry said to Rock while holding the wall and enduring the dizziness.

"I heard you say that two years ago..." Rock sighed, "But fortunately... we're here."

The Leaky Cauldron was still very noisy, with the stove in the bar steaming. Several goblins were even more stingy than Rock, arguing with Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, over the price of butterbeer.

After Rock told Harry a few words, he used magic to float his luggage upstairs, while Harry stayed downstairs to relieve his motion sickness.

Phew~ familiar, after a break, 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 unchanged are more likely to arouse nostalgia.

And 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 parasol outside the coffee shop in Diagon Alley, sit in the bright sunshine outside Florin's Ice Cream Shop, and chat with Rock about the news of the wizarding world while eating ice cream.

"Isn't this the famous Broken Cauldron?" A disgusting and familiar voice came, it was Malfoy.

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

Harry's face suddenly sank: "Malfoy, why don't you stay at home to enjoy your vacation, and go to the Leaky Cauldron to join in the fun, or are you so annoying that even your own house elf starts 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 be blushed.

Malfoy doesn't want to stay in the Leaky Cauldron either. This place is a paradise for Harry, but it's not the same for him as a noble.

At first, he came here just to get close to Rock, 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 is danger at home?

Thinking of this, Malfoy became a little anxious. He hasn't asked Rock for help yet, and the situation at home seems to be getting more and more troublesome.

If it weren't for his father who came to see him from time to time and dropped some gold coins, and everything seemed normal, I'm afraid Malfoy would have been unable to resist and asked Rock for help directly.

"Humph, you don't have many days to be happy." Malfoy snorted coldly, and he tore off a wanted poster from the wall, which was just posted by the boss Tom.

"Do you know who this guy is? Sirius Black! A terrible murderer!"

Harry looked at this familiar photo and didn't know what to say. On the Knight Bus, the conductor talked about this guy's deeds all the way, but apart from this guy's loyalty to Voldemort, Harry didn't know what relationship this guy had with himself.

"Haven't you reacted yet? Who doesn't know this here? This guy escaped from Azkaban just to seek revenge on you!"

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

This fugitive murderer wants to kill him?

Harry's ears were buzzing, and he couldn't even hear the noisy sounds in the bar.

"No... I don't know anything about this." Harry shook his head in panic: "I wrote a letter to Rock, so he brought me here."

"Rock?" Malfoy was a little envious: "He brought you here at this time, you two really have a good relationship!"

Harry was also confused. If that was the case, he would never stay with Rock.

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

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

So would he implicate his friends? Would he implicate Rock?

Harry stood there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Malfoy saw this and immediately realized that it was time to seize the opportunity. He walked up and whispered softly: "Ha, I really want to know, when you are killed by Sirius... will Rock mourn for you?"