Harry Potter: I started signing in from Diagon Alley

I'm afraid it would be better if it weren't for Blake's death.

That's an evil star that can blow up an entire street with just one spell.

Hearing Eric's question just now, Fudge wiped the sweat off his face and said, "Yes, that's right, anyway, you'll see the news in the newspaper tomorrow."

"We don't want to cause people to panic, but the news has obviously spread, so there is no need for any blockade."

"Starting from tomorrow, Aurors will be stationed in Diagon Alley. I hope we can catch him as soon as possible."

Eric and Fudge were sitting at the same table, and there was an Auror sitting next to Fudge.

Eric smiled and said, "Mr. Minister, I believe you already understand that what happened at Lihen Bookstore has nothing to do with Black."

Fudge said with a straight face: "Yes, as soon as I got here, Old Tom told me everything, it was just a misunderstanding, and the Ministry will not do anything to you because of this, Eric, I Can I call you Eric?" Seeing Eric nodded, he continued, "We are just trying to rule out all possibilities, after all, you also understand that the matter of Black..."

"I understand, Mr. Minister."

Eric smiled, and if he remembered correctly, Harry Potter had blown his aunt up by this time, and got on the Knight Bus alone, on his way to the Leaky Cauldron.

Fudge was obviously so nervous not only because of Eric, but also because of Harry Potter.

As a wizard, Harry may not have any unique talents, but his reputation is still very useful in the wizarding world.

Especially for politicians like Fudge, if something happened to Harry Potter, Fudge would definitely be more nervous than Dumbledore.

"So be it, Eric, I'm sorry to interrupt your rest."

Fudge stood up, he was wearing a gorgeous pinstriped suit robe, and said while buttoning the robe, his eyes were not focused on Eric at all, and there was no trace of apology, and the Auror beside him also Follow him to stand up.

Seeing that they got up to leave, but Eric was still sitting still, Fudge looked over suspiciously and said, "Is there anything else, Eric?"

Eric smiled and said, "It's okay, Mr. Minister, I just vaguely feel that things tonight will not be so simple."

Fudge twitched the corners of his mouth, this kid thought it wasn't messy enough, which pot was left unopened and which pot was lifted.

He hesitated for a while, but finally suppressed his anger, ignored Eric, and left with the Aurors.

And Eric still sat there without moving, counting silently in his heart.

A moment later, as he had wished, he heard the screeching brakes of the Knight Bus coming from the door of the Leaky Cauldron, and the din.

"Harry! There you are, Harry!"

It was Fudge's voice.

There are still a few people talking.

Eric didn't listen carefully. After a while, he saw Fudge walking in with Old Tom and a child slightly older than Eric. The Aurors stayed outside the door.

"Give us a place to talk, Tom." Fudge grabbed Harry's shoulders and said to Old Tom.

Old Tom nodded, lifted an oil lamp from the wall, and walked straight down the narrow passage of the bar to show them the way.

"Come on, Harry," said Fudge.

Harry did not move, because he saw Eric sitting in the lobby, smiling and waving to him and Fudge.

This scene seemed extremely weird to Harry Potter.

Harry had a bad day, unconsciously inflated his aunt with magic, then ran away from home with his luggage, and was caught by the Minister of Magic in the Leaky Cauldron, and another one seemed to be here waiting for him The people greeted him not at all unexpectedly.

Harry Potter had never found magic to be such an incomprehensible thing before.

Even though this was just a small episode, Harry didn't want to move on.

"What will happen to me?"

Harry stopped where he was, and asked tremblingly.

Fudge tried to push Harry Potter forward, but Harry Potter's little man seemed extremely stubborn at this moment, and refused to move a step.

Eric smiled and said from his seat: "Let me explain to you, Harry, the person standing next to you is the current Minister of Magic, Mr. Fudge."

"And the reason why Mr. Minister is here is entirely because of Sirius Black's affairs and worrying about your safety, because it is obvious that Mr. Minister suspects that Black is coming for you."

Chapter 21 Simple Reasoning

Eric's words made everyone present look at him with complicated expressions.

Old Tom slapped his forehead, and the thing he was most worried about finally happened.

It should be said that if Eric did not say a few words in the face of this scene, it would not be the Eric that Old Tom knew.

Harry was at a loss about this. He had been locked up on Privet Drive by his family during the summer vacation. Regarding the wizarding world, he had no other channels of information except for his two good friends, Ron and Hermione.

So he still doesn't know anything about Blake, and he doesn't understand what Eric is talking about at all.

Fudge, on the other hand, stared at Eric, feeling shocked and angry.

He regretted now why he had told Eric so much about Black, even though if he hadn't, he probably wouldn't have had a reason to bring the Aurors to Diagon Alley at all.

But ultimately, he had no intention of letting Harry know about Black.

Maybe Harry would read about Black's escape in the newspapers in a few days, but at least that wouldn't let Harry know about Black's relationship with his father.

Didn't Eric's two words just now clearly tell Harry that Black has something to do with him?

This is where Fudge was surprised. In the conversation with Eric just now, he didn't mention the relationship between Black and Harry at all.

How did Eric link these two things together?

Fudge couldn't understand.

Few people knew that Black and Harry's father, James Potter, was a close friend. Most of them were witnesses of the war and people they had contacted in their school days.

Looking at Eric's age, even if Fudge was killed, he would not believe that Eric was a person who had experienced the war that year.

And now that Eric reminded him, God knows what Harry would think.

Harry had just finished running away from home, and now he suddenly learned that the person who betrayed his parents was at large. If it happened to other young wizards, the situation might still be under the control of Fudge and the Ministry of Magic.

But that's Harry Potter.

After three years, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, also learned a lot about Harry's deeds from the side.

Single-handedly challenge the basilisk, bravely enter the forbidden forest, face the dark wizard...

Each of the things Harry did was more shocking than many seventh graders had ever experienced.

To put it mildly, this is called courage.

To put it bluntly, Harry Potter is a reckless man.

I still don't quite understand how much I weigh, the kind who rushes forward with enthusiasm.

It just so happened that he got Dumbledore's extra attention because of his title as the Boy-Who-Lived.

As for his behavior, Dumbledore, as the headmaster, had no objection anyway.

It is unlikely that Fudge has any objections, at least not on the surface.

If he wants to secure the position of Minister of Magic, he also needs the support of Dumbledore and Hogwarts.

As the Minister of Magic, Fudge should also take this into consideration, and should not do anything to Harry easily.

After thinking about it, Fudge found painfully that if Harry found out about Black and caused any trouble again, Fudge really had nothing to do with him.

Fudge couldn't help rubbing his forehead, he had a headache, it really hurt.

"What are you talking about? Who is Black?" Harry wondered, "No, more importantly, who are you?"

Harry looked at Eric blankly, a man he had never known before.

Eric looked younger than Harry, and from his appearance, he seemed to be a student of Hogwarts, but Harry had never seen him at Hogwarts.

Before Eric could answer, Fudge took a step forward, blocked Eric's view of Harry, and said with a straight face: "If possible, Eric, let Harry and I talk alone. "

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head to Harry and forced a smile: "Don't listen to him, Harry, don't you care about that aunt who was blown up by you? I will tell you everything you know."

Seeing Fudge's face trying to suppress his anger, Eric stood up and said indifferently: "Of course, Mr. Minister, I think the experience of taking the Knight Bus is not good anyway, especially for a person who has run away from home. For the little wizard."

"Goodnight then, Harry."

Eric smiled past the shocked eyes of the two and walked up the stairs, not forgetting to say good night to old Tom standing at the top of the stairs.

Fudge's face changed, he only felt his head tingling, he couldn't tell if it was because of Eric's attitude, or because of his seemingly indifferent words, but every word could hit the truth.

Fortunately, Harry's shouting to stop Eric from his side saved him in time, and Fudge's tightly held breath dissipated suddenly, and a sense of relaxation radiated from all over his body.

Otherwise, Fudge doubted that he would explode in the next moment.

"Wait! Your name is Eric, right! How do you know I ran away from home?"

Harry called out to Eric who was halfway up the stairs.

Eric stopped, turned around and smiled: "It's just simple reasoning."

"Simple reasoning? Who are you?" Harry couldn't bear it anymore, he shook off Fudge's hand, rushed forward, and asked, "What does the Black you mentioned just now have anything to do with me?"

Harry wasn't stupid.

After he got off the knight bus just now, Fudge was not the only one who came to greet him.

There are also a few wizards dressed in robes and coats behind them.

They were Aurors, Harry knew that.

Even the Prime Minister of Muggles is not alone when he goes out.

As the Minister of Magic, it is not incomprehensible for Fudge to bring several Aurors to Diagon Alley.

Especially if the situation really involved the man named Blake, as Eric said.

So many things happened today, although Harry didn't know the specific details.

But he still has a basic understanding of his status.

A Hogwarts third year running away from home would certainly not have the Minister of Magic and a few Aurors waiting for him in full armor.

This is simply not realistic.

Combined with Eric's words, even Harry began to feel that something was wrong.

"You grew up in a Muggle family, no matter how strong your guardian is, it is impossible for you to come to Diagon Alley alone, and besides, it is not yet the time for school to start." Eric stood On the stairs, he said to the people downstairs.

"I'm about your age, Harry, and I know best what boys of that age think."