Harry Potter: Glory of the King

"Oh my God..." The bar owner suddenly spoke with a flamboyant expression similar to Xiao Yueyue. He looked at Harry carefully and said, "This is... this is..."

The Broken Cauldron Bar was not big at all, and this time it was even more silent, and everyone seemed to be expecting something.

"Oh!" the barkeeper whispered, but everyone could hear it clearly, "Harry Potter-a great honor!"

He straightened up quickly, came out from behind the bar, ran towards Harry, grabbed his hand, tears in his eyes: "Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back!"

Harry didn’t know what to say. Everyone was watching him. The old lady who smoked a long pipe kept smoking, but didn’t notice that the pipe was gone. Hagrid was laughing all the time, and then the chair crackled. Namo silently pulled the two girls back, leaving Harry to the wizards. Suddenly Harry found himself shaking hands with the people in the Broken Cauldron.

"This is Cordoli, Mr. Potter, I can't believe it, I finally saw you!"

"It's an honor, Mr. Potter, it's an honor!"

"I've been looking forward to shaking hands with you-my heart is pounding."

"I'm so happy, Mr. Potter, I can't explain my feelings, my name is Digo!"

"I've seen you before!" Harry yelled when Dego got so excited and the top hat fell off. "One time in the store, you bowed to me."

"He actually remembers!" Digo shouted, looking at everyone present, "Have you heard? He still remembers me!"

"It feels like Bryan took us to Nottingham." Glory silently complained to Ona and Hermione.

"It's a bit like it." Ona looked at the next person. "This is the real king sees the king."

A pale young man walked over, his expression very tense, one of his eyes was twitching.

"Professor Quirrell!" Hagrid said, "Harry, and Ona, Glory, Hermione, Professor Quirrell is one of the teachers who teach you at Hogwarts."

Professor Quirrell glanced, did not care, his lips trembled, but Ona seemed to have heard words like "Muggle, Mudblood" and his smiling expression did not change at all, because he knew he was in this situation. Can not do any reaction.

If I remember correctly, looking at the purple turban worn by Professor Quirrell, a strange smell faintly exudes, Ona thought, maybe Voldemort was parasitic in it.

Thinking of the fact that Professor Quirrell couldn’t touch Harry at all in the plot, Ona wondered with interest, if he reveals what's in Professor Quirrell’s headscarf now, would it have a direct ending? On the one hand, Ona couldn’t show his understanding of the magical world. On the other hand, he didn’t think that people would believe his words. On the contrary, he would let Voldemort look at him. Besides, among the people present, except for Hagrid. To put it aside, can anyone else deal with a Hogwarts professor? Ona was not willing to gamble, his family was standing behind him, there was no need to take such a big risk.

"Bo... Bo... Potter," Professor Quirrell stammered, grabbing Harry's hand. "I saw what you said...unspeakable...high...happy."

Ona stared carefully, and found no discomfort in Professor Quirrell. It seemed that Harry's magic hadn't been activated yet—in other words, Voldemort hadn't dominated Quirrell yet.

"What kind of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked curiously. After all, he was his future teacher, and he hoped he could make a good impression on him.

"To deal with black... black... black magic defense... defense," Professor Quirrell said vaguely, as if he thought it would be better not to mention it, "you have used it... don't you need to... don't learn it anymore. , Isn't it, Bo... Bo... Mr. Potter? He laughed nervously, "You are sure... Are you ready to buy what you need?" I also want to... go buy... buy a new... new book about vampires. "It seems that the thought of this frightened him.

But the rest of the people wouldn't let Professor Quirrell talk to Harry endlessly. For example, Kodori, who ran to ask Harry to shake his hand again after everyone shook hands with Harry. It took Harry about ten minutes to get rid of them, and in the midst of chattering, Hagrid raised his voice and called Harry: "It's time to go, there are so many things to buy. Let's go, Harry."

For these ten minutes, Hagrid hadn't been idle either. He chatted with Wang Jin and William a little about the next arrangements.

"You know, the currency of the wizarding world is not the same as the thing you use, paper money?" Hagrid kindly watched Harry surrounded by stars like a moon, and said to the two couples.

"We have to change money first. I have to take Harry to pick up something. You can do the exchange business directly at the counter. With the admission letter from Hogwarts, everyone has a fixed amount every year. The quota can be exchanged. We calculate here that 1 golden gallon equals 17 silver sigma equals 493 copper nats. To be honest, I also find it troublesome. I am not too sensitive to numbers."

"Thank you, Mr. Hager." Wang Jin has always been a representative of foreign exchanges. "Specifically, we will consult at that time."

"Oh!" Hagrid smiled, "You are welcome, I believe you are very good people, very good families, I hope Harry can get along with you more, you are much more reliable than his uncle and aunt. "

The last time Kodoli shook Harry's hand, Hagrid led the group of eight of them across the bar to a small walled patio. There was nothing but a trash can and some weeds. Nine people—especially Hagrid, were crowded here. Hagrid grinned at everyone.

"Didn't I say that, did I? I said that Harry is very famous with us, and even Professor Quirrell trembles in front of him—but I want to remind you that he trembles often."

"Is he always so nervous?" Wang Jin asked.

"Oh, yes. The hapless guy is very clever, and he reads well when he was in school. But then he took a year off to gain some first-hand practical experience. It is said that he is in black He met a vampire in the forest, and an old witch caused him a lot of trouble. Since then, he has completely changed into another person-afraid of students, afraid of the subjects he teaches." Hagrid said. Counting the bricks on the wall above the trash can, "Remember, count three pieces up, and two pieces horizontally...OK, stand back, everyone."

Hagrid took out a broken pink umbrella from the inner pocket of his coat and tapped it three times on the wall with the tip of the umbrella like a sword.