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0241 Some people
Even though it was past eleven o'clock, the environment in the bar was no different from the daytime—there seemed to be some kind of constant magic, and it was always shrouded in darkness.
But even so, Harry still spotted Peter at first sight.
To be honest, even sitting at the bar, it is easy for everyone to ignore the short and fat man, but the boy felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he saw him, as if he had been with him for a long time.
Maybe Harry really had the gift of prescience, and he felt right again this time.
Peter had been with him day and night, but Harry obviously failed to connect the man in front of him with Ron's shaved mouse.
"Oh, thank God! You are finally here. I thought there was an accident and I was going back to Hogwarts to inform Dumbledore."
Hearing the creaking sound of the wooden door, Peter ran over with an agility seriously inconsistent with his body after discovering the two.
"Professor Scamander, this is Harry, isn't it?"
After Peter chatted with Aini, his eyes fell on the boy in an instant, and his words began to tremble "unconsciously".
"It's true, you and James look alike, but your eyes are exactly the same as Lily's. I'm sorry I haven't been able to..."
As he spoke, Peter's voice became more and more indistinct, and finally there was only sobs that he endured so much that Aini had to praise his acting skills.
Facing the sad crying of the man, Harry stood there helplessly, and cast a look at the professor for help.
"Calm down, Mr. Pedillo. Harry needs to rest now. I'll talk to you tomorrow if I have anything to say. I'll take him to his room first."
Maybe it was because he was too involved in acting, or he was really emotional, Peter opened his arms as if to hug Harry, but soon his body froze, and he turned around and walked towards the bar.
As the two climbed the stairs, Peter followed, holding a tray full of candy treats.
"The things here are not very delicate, just eat some snacks when you are hungry at night."
Peter said with a flattering smile, and before he could continue to say something, several people heard a cough from the bar counter.
Apparently someone was discrediting his craft in his bar, which didn't make Tom very happy.
Since the establishment of the Leaky Cauldron, the magic world has not always been so stable. In order to entertain some special guests, some rooms have been reinforced by successive store managers.
Among them, room No. 11 has the most complete defense measures, so Harry lived here tonight as a matter of course.
Thanks to Lily's outstanding contributions, most wizards in England who did not side with Voldemort were willing to provide some convenience for Harry.
Some people may find it ridiculous that a group of wizards with extraordinary abilities should take a baby who any of them could easily kill as a savior.
Is it really the truth?Can no one see the strangeness in it?
No.
It's just that after the long darkness, people need a hope, a hope that can resist the horror from coming again.
Lily is excellent, but she is dead, and the frightened people need a thought to tell themselves that the war is over, the devil has fallen, and they still have heroes.
So Harry can always receive kindness from strangers. Before the age of 11, he was sometimes startled by strange people who appeared inexplicably.
This situation has improved after entering Hogwarts to study, well, I have encountered too many and got used to it.
However, none of them was as strange as the man in front of him. The fiery eyes made Harry feel like he was on his back, and his hairs were about to explode.
But Peter's performance was indeed full of kindness, and the boy was a little ashamed of his reaction, but he just felt awkward.
Fortunately, there was not much space upstairs, and they arrived at their destination within a few steps.
"Have a good rest, Harry, I live next door, and we'll be leaving early tomorrow morning."
Aini took out the boy's luggage, and then looked at Peter, "Mr. Pedilu, he needs to rest now. If you want to catch up on the old days, there will be plenty of time at Hogwarts."
"You're right, Professor Scamander. Good night then, Harry, and don't starve yourself."
Peter held the edge of the tray and handed it to the boy, reluctantly walked outside the door.
"Good night, Professor Scamander, good night, Mr. Pedirou."
Putting the tray on the bedside table, Harry suddenly remembered that he hadn't thanked the other party yet, but at this moment Aini just closed the door.
"Bang~"
The boy patted himself on the bed, and was immediately led by the sleeping god.
Forget it, thank you next time we meet.Why did Aini just say that after Hogwarts they had a lot of time to spend together?Could it be...
Before he could finish his last question, Harry lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
Outside the door, Aini threw a soft version of fainted, and looked at Peter Pettigrew expressionlessly.
"Don't get me wrong, Dumbledore arranged for me to come here first and book a room for Harry."
Locked by the other party's gaze, Peter felt that he was facing a fire dragon that was about to breathe out, and hurriedly explained the purpose of coming.
"That kid is my best friend's son, and Black has given me amnesia for 12 years. I can't help him deal with Harry."
Seeing that Aini remained silent, Peter continued to explain while taking off the glove on his right hand, revealing the palm with one finger missing.
"How could I suspect that you are Black's accomplice?!"
Aini was stunned, as if shocked by Peter's thoughts.
"Ah, this..."
Peter was speechless, suspicious. He came here with impure motives, and Aini's attitude was quite different from before. Coupled with the real sense of oppression on the other side, he subconsciously wanted to explain something.
And after seeing Aini's performance, he wished he could slap himself.
Peter, Peter, no one knows that you are a Death Eater, no one knows that the Dark Lord is on your chest, no one knows that Black will never lay hands on Harry, it is you who wants to deal with the child.
Talking about himself in his heart, Peter regained his composure, pretending to be anxious and said: "Your expression was too scary just now, I just recovered my memory, the war seems to be yesterday, I thought..."
"Sorry, I just thought of something else. Let's go, go down and have a drink and chat slowly. Don't worry, the war is over long ago, let yourself live easier."
The two went downstairs to find a corner and ordered another bottle of sherry.
"Pedilu, Harry is still a child, and he shouldn't get involved in the grievances of the previous generation. I know it's a little unreasonable to say that, after all, you and his father are good friends, and Black..., but I'm worried that some things will be premature. disclosure would be counterproductive."
"Don't worry, I won't tell him about Black, otherwise, just like you worried, Harry might have the idea of revenge, which would put him in danger."
Peter thought he had figured out the reason for Aini's stern face just now, and felt relieved. In his eyes, kind people are always easier to deal with.
Even if the other party's entanglement was to take care of his mood, Peter still underestimated Aini.
He is most used to taking advantage of other people's sympathy and pity, which is a sharper weapon than magic.
Some people live, they really live.