Chapter 5 I thought it was Harry Potter
Even a century later, the Leaky Cauldron was still as dirty and small as Harry remembered.
When I pushed the door open, I was greeted by the strong smell of alcohol, mixed with the smell of second-hand smoke.
Everyone here seemed to know Hagrid. Seeing the huge figure, several guests sitting in front of the bar raised their glasses and loudly welcomed Hagrid's arrival.
"Same as usual? Hagrid?" Tom, the boss behind the bar, asked.
"Oh, no Tom, I have more important things to do." Hagrid refused, patted Harry's thin shoulder, and said in a loud voice: "I have to take Harry to Diagon Alley."
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Upon hearing Harry's name, the noise in the bar instantly subsided, and everyone looked at Hagrid with bated breath - to be precise, it was the short Harry next to him.
"Oh my God, is it really you?" The cup Tom was wiping in his hands fell to the ground with a clatter.
He hurriedly stepped forward from behind the bar, trotted towards Harry, and held his hand with tears in his eyes.
"Harry Potter, it's a pleasure - welcome, welcome back!"
Harry was a little surprised and at a loss.
Is it possible that people a hundred years from now still remember his deeds in wiping out the Fire Ash Snake Party and suppressing the goblin rebellion?
Since they can recognize it, does it mean——
He didn't know what to say. Everyone was looking at him and came forward to shake hands with him.
"What a pleasure, Mr. Potter, what a pleasure."
"I've been looking forward to shaking hands with you for a long time - my heart is pounding."
After allowing the wizards and Harry to express their admiration, Hagrid pulled Harry and said, "I'm sorry, everyone, I have to take Harry to Diagon Alley to buy something."
With that said, he rescued Harry from the crowd.
"See, I told you a long time ago that you are very famous." Hagrid said with a smile.
Harry smiled at Hagrid and asked calmly: "They - why are they like this?"
"Why is this happening?" Hagrid patted Harry on the back very exaggeratedly: "You have defeated the most terrifying dark wizard of this century, and you deserve such respect!"
That's it...
Harry nodded understandingly, feeling relieved.
It would be nice if he wasn't recognized as the Harry Potter from a hundred years ago.
Time is a taboo existence. Being able to travel through time and return to your boyhood is enough to make people crazy.
What's more, "that Harry" is one of the descendants of ancient magic, which was not a secret in the wizarding world a hundred years ago.
Dark wizards who covet ancient magic can openly attack students on their way to transfer to another school. Harry doesn't think that dark wizards in this era are good at all.
After returning to the age of eleven, his magic power has also degraded to the level of an eleven-year-old. It doesn't matter if he is an ordinary dark wizard. If something like Lanlock comes again, it is not what he can deal with now. .
So...it's better not to make this secret public.
Harry decided secretly in his mind.
Hagrid in his ear was still introducing him: "Count three pieces up - count two pieces sideways - okay, stand back, Harry..."
He glanced down at Harry who seemed to be in a daze, thinking that the other person was still troubled by what happened just now, so he smiled and said to Harry, "Harry, did you hear that?" "Oh." Harry replied. Suddenly, he realized that he had reached the wall of the Leaky Cauldron. He reached for Hagrid's umbrella, counted it for a moment, and tapped the wall three times with the umbrella head.
The brick he knocked on shook and began to move. A small hole appeared in the middle, and the hole grew larger and larger.
Not long after, an archway wide enough for Hagrid to pass appeared in front of them, leading to a winding cobbled street with no end in sight.
"You have a good memory, Harry." Hagrid said happily, "Welcome to Diagon Alley."
Harry returned the umbrella to Hagrid, and then asked hesitantly: "Um - Hagrid, I don't have any money..."
"Ha, you don't need to worry about this. You don't think your parents didn't leave you an inheritance, right?" Hagrid explained to him: "Let's go, since you are worried about this problem, let's go to Guling now. Withdraw money from the pavilion.”
Gringotts still looks like that, without any changes. The bank's door faces Diagon Alley, and a white stone staircase leads to two shiny bronze doors.
Standing next to the gate was a goblin wearing a scarlet and gold uniform. This was the entrance to Gringotts. When Harry and Hagrid entered the gate, the goblin was still bowing to them.
After entering the first door, there was an inner hall, and then there was the second silver door. Harry noticed that the following words were engraved on the two silver doors:
"Come in, stranger, but be careful,
What will happen if you are greedy?
Asking blindly, getting something for nothing,
You will be punished the most severely,
So if you want to take it from our underground vault
A wealth that never belonged to you,
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
Thief, you have been warned,
Be careful not to attract treasure, but evil retribution. ”
"Like I said, anyone trying to rob this bank must be crazy," Hager said.
The two walked to the counter in the lobby of Gringotts. Among the busy goblins, Hagrid found a place to receive them.
"Morning," Hagrid said to the idle goblin: "We are going to take it from Mr. Harry Potter's vault..."
Before he could finish his words, he heard a sharp explosion from the goblin.
"Who?! Who do you think you are?!"
The goblins around them stopped what they were doing and looked at the goblin who made a sharp roar.
Seeing the goblin's appearance, Hagrid was not surprised at all.
After all, as the savior who defeated the Dark Lord, it is normal for him to be famous among the goblins.
But he didn't know that the "savior" beside him had not only "saved" the magic world once.
"Harry Potter," Hagrid repeated.
"Harry Potter?! I know it's Harry Potter! Which Harry Potter is it!" The goblin still asked loudly with a shrill voice.
At the same time, there was a buzzing sound in the Gringotts lobby, and the goblins began to whisper to each other, seeming to be discussing something eagerly.
"Which other Potter?" Hagrid was a little impatient: "Of course it's the one who defeated the Dark Lord, Harry Potter. He will enter school this year. I took him to the safe of the Potter family. Take some money out of it.”
Hearing Hagrid's words, the goblin breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's Harry Potter. I thought it was Harry Potter." The goblin said this and put on his business-like face again: "So, do you have the key to the vault?"
(End of chapter)