bookbashuk Chapter 117 Taking Dog Blood from a Bar Shows Off its Luxury
Chapter 117 Taking Dog Blood from a Bar Shows Off its Luxury
Chapter 118 Taking Dog Blood from a Bar Shows Off its Luxury
Harry was about to head to the Leaky Cauldron that night when, after taking only a few steps, he felt a chilling wind blowing around him, as if he were being watched by someone.
Harry suspected that Voldemort was spying on him, so he became extremely vigilant, quietly slipped his hand into his pocket, and suddenly pulled out a fire talisman and threw it into the air.
Then he shouted "Imperial Edict!" and the talisman instantly burst into flames, illuminating all directions.
Harry peered out in the blazing firelight and saw a dog the size of a calf, its fur as black as steel, standing between the two houses, staring intently at his home.
Harry was delighted to see the magnificent black dog and thought to himself, "What a beast! Its fur is as black as ink and its eyes are full of intelligence. It would be a pity not to take a sip of its blood to draw a talisman to ward off evil."
Just then, the black dog saw the fire talisman, turned its body, and ran away.
Harry was determined to get the black dog's blood, so he took a pair of talismans, stuck them on his side, and recited the command.
The black dog had long legs and big feet, and its four paws moved with the speed of the wind. In the blink of an eye, it had covered half a mile. Just as it was about to slow down, it suddenly heard a thumping sound behind it, as if pursuers were approaching.
When he turned around quickly, he couldn't see a single person. When he turned back, he didn't realize that Harry was already in front of him, gripping the Gryffindor sword and thrusting it at him.
The black dog's eyes widened in surprise, and it quickly leaped away to dodge the sword.
Harry was about to thrust his sword again when he suddenly saw several figures appear from all around him, surrounding him. Their wands were glowing with a glowing spell, so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.
The black dog was clever; it spotted a broad-hipped man, suddenly ducked down, and slipped between his legs like a fish escaping a net, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"Mr. Potter, you should know how dangerous this is."
"Thank God, I thought we were too late."
"We were terrified when we couldn't find you at your aunt's house..."
Just as everyone was talking at once, a loud, booming shout suddenly rang out from outside the crowd, "Enough! Shut up!"
The Aurors quickly made way for him. Who else could it be but Scrimgeour, the Auror Office Director?
Scrimgeour's face was stern, and before he could even speak to Harry, he launched into a tirade:
"You damned scoundrel! It's you again, ruining my plans! Last time I smashed that snake monster's head, and I respected you as a hero, so I let you off the hook. Today you've let this black dog escape again, are you deliberately trying to oppose me?!"
Even though Scrinje was a man of many experiences, he was still stunned by Scrinje's barbed and scathing rebuke.
Upon hearing the words "smash the snake's head," the group of Aurors behind him scratched their heads and looked around, none of them daring to meet Harry's golden eyes.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, I didn't mean to harm your interests, and I will compensate you for it, but now is not the right time."
Scrimgeour gripped his wand tightly, wary of his surroundings. "Your life is in danger."
Harry scoffed, "Ha! That scoundrel Voldemort is on the run, and the Ministry of Magic is turning a deaf ear and refusing to acknowledge his return. My head is already hanging under the executioner's blade, so why would I need you to remind me?"
Upon hearing the name Voldemort, Scrimgeour shuddered, then shook his head and said in a deep voice, "No, I'm talking about Sirius Black."
Listen, dear reader: Sirius Black was not a Muggle, but a wizard who possessed dark magic and had long since joined Voldemort's ranks as a leader of the Death Eaters.
The act of shooting twelve Muggles was actually due to this fellow using a wicked curse that blew up half a long street, causing a huge commotion. That's how the Aurors spotted the flaw, came running at the sound, captured this fellow, and threw him into Azkaban's prison.
Such ruthless individuals who harm both the sorcerer and the Muggle community must have their sins recorded by both sorcerers and Muggles.
Harry listened with suspicion, "What does Sirius's escape have to do with me?"
"Well...because...he wants to kill you." Scrimgeour hesitated for a moment, finally avoiding Harry's gaze. "He's a fanatical follower of the Man of Darkness."
Harry sneered and shouted, "You scoundrel! Bring it on! I'm no hero if I don't chop off this bastard's head for a drink!"
Seeing the murderous aura emanating from the scarred man's body and the killing intent emanating from his hair, Scrimgeour felt only relief.
Luckily, I didn't say too much to him, otherwise he would have gone to find Blake on his own initiative.
"Ahem, Mr. Potter, where are you going now?" Scrimgeour asked seriously. "We will ensure your safety until you return to Hogwarts."
"Ha, do you think Hogwarts is any safe place?"
Scrinje opened his mouth as if to speak, but it was as if a piece of tattered cotton was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.
It does seem rather unstable.
Last year, the Death Eaters tried to resurrect Mysterio; this year, Mysterio's remnant soul is bewitching students; and now, with the new school year approaching, another Death Eater has escaped from prison...
This guy can't possibly go to Hogwarts too, can he?
Scrimgeour quickly suppressed this thought and replied, "What happens after you enter the school is no longer our concern, but before that, we need to be responsible for your life."
"This is Minister Fouché's order."
Harry handed all his luggage to the Auror beside him, then put away his armor, saying, "Since that's the case, you guys take me to the Leaky Cauldron."
Scrimgeour nodded. "The Leaky Cauldron is indeed a good place, away from the Muggle community and one of the entrances to Diagon Alley. We can take the opportunity to conduct an identity check."
After speaking with the Aurors behind him, he raised his arm and said, "Have you ever used Apparition? It might be a little uncomfortable the first time."
"That's fine, I use it often."
Harry gripped tight, and with a shout of "Apparition," the surrounding scenery shifted dramatically. When he looked again, he was already standing in front of the Leaky Cauldron.
Scrimgeour was about to make a reservation with the bartender when the man suddenly jumped up upon seeing Harry.
"Mr. Potter! What brings you here?"
Harry said, "I've come here specifically to stay at the inn; please make the best arrangements for me."
"Okay, I'll go get Mr. Tom right away."
Seeing that the man had run off into the distance, Scrimgeour asked suspiciously, "Mr. Potter, do you know him?"
"How could I not recognize him? I have personally treated everyone to drinks."
Before long, the owner, Tom, heard that Harry was coming to stay at his lodging. He was so anxious that he didn't even bother to put on his shoes and ran out barefoot in his bathrobe to greet him.
"Harry, it's been a long time!"
Harry cupped his hands in greeting and said with a smile, "Harry greets Brother Tom."
"Oh, don't be so polite, let's go, I've already cleared out a nice room on the top floor for you..."
Upon hearing this, Scrimgeour clicked his tongue in amazement.
Potter is incredibly influential at the Leaky Cauldron; this is the first time I've ever seen Tom make that face...
As he was pondering this, he saw Harry return, take a bag of Galleons from his robes, toss it to him, and bow with his hands clasped:
"Thank you all for escorting me here. This small amount of money is just a token of my appreciation. Please accept it."
The money bag was bulging, and the rope at the top was almost too loose to hold it up; it must have contained at least a hundred or two hundred coins.
Every Auror staring at the money pouch was drooling.
Scrimgeour was shocked. Such a large sum of money? If they split it equally, it would be equivalent to almost half a month's salary.
If Harry could earn so many gold coins with just a few Apparition Charms, people in other departments would probably risk their lives to protect him.
He tossed the money bag behind him, and three or five Aurors hurriedly swung their staffs to grab it.
"Mr. Potter, once you're done with your work, perhaps we can discuss the value of the Basilisk's head."
Harry waved his hand and said, "I know that you did not mean it, brother. You were just saying some angry words. How could I possibly take your gold?"
Upon hearing this, Scrimgeour understood.
No wonder Tom reacted so strongly when he saw him.
(End of this chapter)