Harry....

Harry and Hagrid finally came near The Leaky Cauldron. It was a tough journey, as Hagrid's size was a little "bigger" than the average, so few vehicles wanted to carry them.

In the end, they had to sit in the truck's container to travel to London and then use the train to move to a nearby station.

People stared more than ever on the train because Hagrid took up two seats!

Harry found it funny that Hagrid kept complaining about how small the seat was and how slow the train was. Harry tried hard not to laugh.

Another thing Harry found amusing was that whenever Hagrid passed, the crowd would be split open, and he would just have to move with him!

For others, it might just be amusing to watch, but for Harry, it was like crowd control or aggro drawer!

The thing is, whenever he went out — either in Harry or Harvey form — he would be the focus of attention, either by his fame, or his cuteness or handsomeness!

Muggle ladies would even come and pinch his cheeks, as they couldn't take more of the cuteness of Harry!

There wasn't a time when he could just move around freely, without worrying about others!

He had to change his face every time he went out!

But with Hagrid's aggro skill, all the attention was on him! Harry was more than happy to just follow behind!

Harry had already decided to bring Hagrid around whenever he needed to go out, which would save him from lots of trouble.

Other than that, both of them were fans of animals. They discuss heatedly various animals nonstop. Hagrid shared some stories about his stupid and cowardly dog — Fang — which made Harry roll on the ground laughing.

Harry wanted to tell Hagrid about his Little Black, but decided otherwise, as he has a loose mouth, and may spill his secret. He still told him a story about some harmless animal from his backyard jungle.

Having said that, Hagrid promised Harry to bring inside Forbidden Forest — which was Hagrid's backyard jungle — to meet his many friends, and Harry accepted his invitation instantly.

Now, they were standing in front of the big book shop on one side to the record shop on the other, and in the middle, there was a small ancient looking door, which was being ignored by everyone. It was as if they couldn't see that door at all!

Harry knew it was magic, which would allow only wizards and witches to see and enter. After all, he was the one who cast a few magic spells on the door!

"This is the place, Harry. You got that thing, right? And know what to do if problems arise?" asked Hagrid, and then he checked his watch. It was ten o'clock in the morning. He then looked at Harry for an answer.

"Yup, I remembered it clearly. You told me nine times already! If there is a problem, I should wear the clock and stay away until the problem is settled. Also, if it is a big problem, I should go to Harvey's store in Diagon Alley, as he is the most powerful wizard other than the headmaster." Harry spoke in a mechanical voice. It was weird for Harry to talk like that, as he was Harvey himself!

The cloak Harry was referring to was the Invisibility Cloak of his dad. Albus sent it back to the original owner— Harry.

Harry could understand why Albus felt like he needed it back, as knowing Voldemort was alive, Voldemort might try something from the dark. Albus didn't know how, but, it was better to be safe and prepared than not.

Harry didn't know what to feel about it, but he still stored the Invisibility Cloak in the Spatial Ring with care.

Harry was getting annoyed by Hagrid's constant reminder, but at the same time, he felt sweet inside, as someone who genuinely cared about him. This different kind of caring, he never felt in his life, and so he was glad.

He still chose to run ahead and went inside. He was mentally prepared for people to rush toward him, but the inside scene shocked him.

There weren't many people inside. The old bartender — Tom, was behind the counter. Harry after buying this pub still let old Tom stay, as he said it was like home to him, and Harry was more than happy to keep him as he didn't need to find someone else.

On the other side was a big b.r.e.a.s.ted woman in maid uniform sitting comfortably. It was Thea —Harry's personal maid. She was more than happy to help after she drank the potion and became the witch, so she became guard and secretary. The door behind her had teleportation, which will lead to the company, so everyone needs to pass through her. She had total control of the teleportation. It was a hard job as there were many fights and many problems, but she dealt with everything decisively. She is now feared in the wizarding world, and also called the devil behind her back. The reason for that was her mastery of dark magic. She was just natural in dark magic.

Thea wanted to come and greet him, as she knew about his real identity, but Harry stopped her with the help of soul-links. She was happy to see him, but she had to contain her happiness, lest his identity be revealed, as she was known as Harvey's mistress.

The soul-links were able to form between two partners who trust and love each other unconditionally. It was with the help of Harry's DSS ability that he could form a soul-link with women. It allows them to talk with each other regardless of the distance, and if they are near, they can transfer the magic to each other!

Indeed, it has been a long time since he met with her, maybe three, four weeks?

Harry told her to meet with her later. All this communication happened in just a second!

Soon, Hagrid entered the door. "Indeed, it is empty. The headmaster was worried you might catch the attention of bad people, so contacted administers of the company and let the pub be empty for a few hours."

'That's what happened. Albus must have contacted Molly, and she must have made this decision.' Harry wasn't angry, but happy that Molly made such a decision. Although he had already told her in Harvey form to take care of Harry, her daughter was also a friend of Harry, and his parents were her friends (before the war), so she was more than happy to protect Harry.

It was annoying for Harry to deal with a crazy crowd filled with fans.

Old Tom noticed Hagrid, he reached for a glass, saying, "The usual, Hagrid?"

"Can't, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business," said Hagrid, clapping his great hand on Harry's shoulder and making Harry's knees buckle.

Harry's lips twitched and thought, "Dude, can't you control your strength? Look at my skinny frame and have mercy." But his face didn't change as he looked around in curiosity, which any child should do.

"Good Lord," said the bartender, peering at Harry, "is this — can this be — ?"

Old Tom had met with Harry when he came here a few years ago with his aunt for the potion, so he knew Harry and had shaken his hand twice. Twice, as he stood in line again to shack hands a second time!

Before Old Tom could say anything, Hagrid dragged Harry out of the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing, just a wall in front. "I will come later, Tom, Hogwarts business."

"Three up... two across..," he muttered. "Right, stand back, Harry."

He tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella. The brick he had touched quivered — it wriggled — in the middle, a small hole appeared — it grew wider and wider — a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.

"Welcome," said Hagrid cheerfully, "to Diagon Alley."

"Thanks, but you do remember that I came once with my aunt, right?" Asked Harry after getting what was supposed to be a grand welcome.

"Of course, I just wanted to welcome you, you know." Harry wanted to laugh out loud seeing Hagrid's lies, which could even be spotted by children.

Harry watched the awkward Hagrid. They stepped through the archway. Harry quickly looked over his shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly back into a solid wall.

The first thing in Diagon Alley was the shop of potions. Peresisly, it was a branch of Harvey International potion. It was in the most eye-catching place.

Even from outside, Harry could tell that it was almost full inside. It sells some beautiful potions for only women, but it was most effective in the market, so much so that all other companies were closed down in just a few weeks!

Harry shacked his head and went behind Hagrid as the first stop was back.

"Gringotts," said Hagrid.

They had reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops.

Harry stood near him and spoke in a soft voice, just so that only those two could hear it, "You said there are dragons beneath the ground, gaurding the vault, yes? I want to rob those cruel goblins and free the dragons, one day! You want to help, Hagrid?"

Harry could tell he was definitely tempted but spoke otherwise: "You should just focus on school and study. Anyway, call me when you are capable and have that crazy thought again, Ahem, I will come and stop you!"

Hagrid didn't agree directly but he admitted to help, in the future, those poor dragons shcakeld down there to guard the vaults.

Harry grinned at him wildly.

They soon started walking white stone steps, passing goblin guards at the door.

They soon reached the second door, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take it, but do not earn it,

Must pay most dearly on their turn.

So, if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

Harry looked at this poetic warning, and his only thought was contempt. "Just wait, one day, I will come, and not only rob it, but also free all the dragons!"

He decisively went inside. There were a pair of goblins to welcome all visitors, and there were many goblins inside, sitting in, side counter, counting golds.

Harry didn't notice when they soon reached the counter at the of the corridor, as he was in his thought to rob the bank and he was only following Hagrid.

It was time to take money out of the vault, but soon, Harry noticed someone through the soul-link!

Harry was pleasantly surprised to find one of his women here. It was none other than Jessica Flamel! The last relative of the famous alchemist Nicolas Flamel!