Professor, please pay the debt

August 8th was a dark and cloudy day, and the Leaky Cauldron was deserted. Old Tom served a cup of black coffee to his only guest today, and sold drinks by the way, "Don't you give others something? Your Excellency , the Aurors you brought are all standing there dryly."

Indeed, as he said, Minister Scrimgeour was sitting in the private room waiting for someone. There were several Aurors standing at the door of the private room and the bar to protect him.

"We're working, old Tom..." said Scrimgeour.

"Yes, work, what else are the officials of the Ministry of Magic doing if they are not working..." Tom's words were mixed with obvious irony, "But even so, Ollivander and Fusco are still missing , who knows who will be next, it might be me! Oh, it might be me, everyone knows me."

Old Tom was a stooped, toothless old man with a shiny bald forehead, and he was an ordinary wizard with no power or job.

But he has the power to nag and complain, and even the honorable minister can't do anything about him.An Auror guarding the door couldn't listen anymore, and he explained:

"Maybe Ollivander and Fusco didn't disappear, but fled abroad..."

Old Tom is still complaining: "I hope so! No one wants them to have an accident. But you have also seen that people are panic, people are panic, do you understand? Diagon Alley is too quiet, just like when that man ruled. People are willing to come here, everyone is hiding at home, not in the mood to drink or shop, even the parents of those students choose the mail order method, my bar does not see a customer a day, even if they don’t come to arrest me, I will It's closing soon."

Just then, there was a snap on the street.Then, an Auror guarding the gate yelled, "Merlin! It's him, it's really him!"

"Who is it? Look, who is it that excites you!"

Old Tom babbled as he made his way to the door, but the guard Auror stopped him, using his wand to conjure a transparent barrier between him and the man.

Old Tom was angry, he had never encountered such disrespectful treatment, he wanted to see what kind of big man came, and when he served his drink, he would add snotty mucus to his drink .

Fortunately, the barrier was transparent, so Old Tom could still see the man clearly. It was a teenager, or a student. He was wearing a dark green traveling cloak. He was quite tall, a head taller than Tom.

As he got closer, Tom saw that he had green eyes and a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead.

"Merlin! You are..."

An Auror quickly covered his mouth, "Don't say it, his itinerary is confidential."

"Hello, Tom..." Harry greeted old Tom, then turned to the Auror. "Hello, Mr. Johnson, can you let Tom go? He's a little out of breath."

"Hello, Harry, you can call me Woodlow, I think we agreed last time..."

The head of the Auror Office, Woodrow Johnson, shook Harry's hand cordially, and at the same time released Old Tom at his request.

"Well, Woodrow, I'm so glad you're here, I was just about to write to thank you for the picture of Sirius you sent me last time, and I sent it to Sirius' mother - a portrait, of course, she saw I cried a lot after I got it, but I stayed..."

"I've heard that Mrs. Sirius has a bad relationship with her, but I think mothers are just hard-talking."

"I think so, her tears haven't stopped in the past few months..."

"Come in, please, don't stand at the door and talk." Old Tom gasped, regained his vitality, and greeted this special guest warmly, "What do you want? Old Tom's store has everything, butter beer How about it? A warm butterbeer is the way to go in this weather."

"Thanks, Tom, I like butterbeer..." Harry turned to Woodlowe again. "I know the security level is high here. But I have a request, can I bring the house-elf in?"

"You brought the elf? Oh, yes, I heard that you inherited the Black family, so it's okay, you can bring him in. However, he must be called out, and he cannot be invisible. This is our latest rule."

Harry thanked him, called Kreacher, and entered the Leaky Cauldron, where old Tom was studying him with cloudy eyes.

"You've changed, young man," sighed old Tom.

Harry has changed, he has grown two inches taller, his skin has a healthy tan, his hair has grown longer and is neatly combed back, his glasses are gone, people can see more clearly Seeing his beautiful big green eyes, his clothes became elegant, a traveling cloak of fine texture and rich dark embroidery on the cuffs, and a shiny silver button at the neck.There was a house-elf following behind, quite aristocratically.

"Maybe, but I still like the seabass sandwich you made yourself. How about giving me one, to be honest, I'm still hungry."

"Oh, why didn't you say it earlier, sit down quickly, find a seat for yourself, and I will come, it only takes one minute."

Tom went back to the bar to prepare sandwiches, Harry ordered Kreacher to stay in the lobby of the bar, and then the Auror took him to meet Scrimgeour in the private room.

"Hello, Harry, I'm glad to see another person conquered by your charm." Scrimgeour shook hands with Harry and teased him, "But I have to remind you that Old Tom is involved in smuggling, you and He should be careful when he comes and goes."

"Hello, Minister, thank you for your reminder, but I am not worried at all. As long as his sandwiches are not smuggled, I am not in danger."

Scrimgeour had a rare smile, and he said tolerantly: "Well, do whatever you want, in fact, as long as there is no big trouble, the Ministry of Magic can't afford to take care of these trivial matters now. Besides, I have to say, you Taller, a little taller than when we last met. Now, you're almost as tall as I am."

"I wish I could be a little taller..."

"You are tall enough and attractive. If the public can see such a savior, they will have hope for the future."

The two had already sat down, between them was an old wooden table, a long opening had been cracked on the tabletop, and several pieces of paint had peeled off, revealing the greyish-yellow wood grain, Scrimgeour's coffee cup was pressed against it. On the top of the slit, he didn't worry about his cup at all, and went straight to the point as soon as he opened his mouth.

Harry had to hit him: "Minister, school will start soon, and I will go back to school to study. I'm afraid I don't have much time to cooperate with the work of the Ministry of Magic."

"These are extraordinary times. Although officials have avoided talking about the possibility of war, there is no doubt that we are engaged in a war. People die or disappear every day. At this time, it is not so important to go to school. gone."

"It's very important to me and I've decided to go back to school on time."

Harry was going to find the Ravenclaw diadem, and after the demise of the Gaunt rings and the accident with the Slytherin locket, he couldn't let the Horcruxes out of his control anymore.

There are seven Horcruxes of the Dark Lord, the diary was destroyed a few years ago, the ring of the Gaunt family was destroyed by Dumbledore a month ago, the locket is now in the cellar of Potter Castle, and the crown is in the school The Room of Requirement, Harry brought it back to Potter Castle when he was preparing for Christmas, and Hufflepuff's gold cup, which is stored in the vault of the Lestrange family, this is a bit difficult, but fortunately there is no danger for the time being , and two living Horcruxes, Harry himself and Nagini, don't worry about that.

Harry found himself ambivalent about his Horcruxes, partly his hope of immortality.

On the other hand, I always feel that I will become my opponent to dominate the wizarding world. The best way to deal with it is to store it in a safe place, there is no danger, and there will be no resurrection.

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Too many words every day is really unbearable, please forgive me, I will write slowly and strive for daily updates