Chapter 103: The Brat in Diagon Alley

This year, Harry spent his birthday at the Leaky Cauldron. The customers present were very willing to send blessings to the Savior, which was undoubtedly a novel experience for Harry.

Along with the birthday gifts came a permission slip. Third-year students could visit Hogsmeade village on specific weekends, but they must have a signature from a parent or guardian.

"Sir Johnny." Harry found the Auror protecting him. To make him happier, he specifically used an honorific for his knighthood.

In fact, Mr. Johnny English was awarded the Order of the British Empire because he was very outstanding in his work of protecting the Queen (it is said that he successfully drove away a criminal who attacked the Queen). Although he didn't often emphasize this, Harry knew he was deeply proud of it.

"Look at this permission slip, I think I need to find an opportunity to go back to Downton and borrow Sir Crowley's private seal, or would you allow me to go to Georgia to have him sign it in person?" Harry said euphemistically.

"Oh, the Hogsmeade permission slip, I also liked that place when I was in school. But it's very dangerous to return to Muggle society now. Look at me." Johnny shook his head and began to write on it with a flourish.

Harry watched the fancy signature on the slip, which very beautifully wrote the name "James Potter," which made him feel very confused.

"Professor McGonagall can't possibly remember every student's handwriting. In fact, as long as there is a signature on it, would she really go to your father to verify it?" Johnny shook his head and said. "Just hand it to her like this; McGonagall won't suspect."

"But, Sir Johnny..."

"What's wrong, what are you worried about? Professor McGonagall used to like your father so much that she can still recognize his signature at a glance? It doesn't matter, you can explain that he recently learned a new signature font, isn't it very beautiful? Or I can sign your mother's name, or even anyone you want, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor, how about that? I'm very familiar with this one."

"You might have forgotten one thing, my parents have passed away." Harry said with a headache. "If you really intend to forge a signature, at least you should sign George Crowley's name."

"Oh oh, really, I'm really sorry." Johnny reacted belatedly. He tried hard to wipe off James Potter's name, but the ink had long since dried.

"Let me think, uh, like this." After a flurry of chaos, he thought of a remedial method, which was to add a few more lines of text on it.

"On behalf of James Potter, I agree to his son Harry Potter going to Hogsmeade village—George Crowley." Writing it this way looked a bit wordy, but at least it wouldn't seem suspicious.

"Phew." Johnny breathed a sigh of relief. "These are all small matters, I wish you a pleasant time in Hogsmeade."

On the way back to the room, Harry kept telling himself that this was a professional top-tier Auror. Although he might make a fool of himself in small matters, in terms of fighting criminals, he could still trust him—probably.

Harry packed up his essays and headed to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour in Diagon Alley. The shopkeeper there was very knowledgeable, and he could often be of great help with his homework. And he liked Harry very much, having tried to give him two ice creams in an hour, which unfortunately was stopped by Johnny.

"I don't want Harry to suffer from diarrhea before encountering Black." He said.

Sometimes Eve would clamor to buy some things, but Harry felt that his magical currency was not that abundant, so he still had to plan carefully. Now there were no shares of Harry's in the Sleekeazy's Hair Potion company, and these Galleons would be used up a little bit at a time before he graduated.

Eve suggested exchanging some pounds for Galleons, and Harry agreed, but there was a limit on the Galleons exchanged with pounds. Each child could not exceed one hundred Galleons per school year. Although this was enough to cover all tuition and miscellaneous expenses, it was inevitable that he would be stretched thin if he wanted to buy more small things.

"How hateful, why won't they exchange more? This is completely inconsistent with the free market." Eve complained.

"Haven't you noticed that Galleons are the strongest currency?" Harry pointed to the almost faded exchange rate board at Gringotts. "Now the Lu Bu outside has risen to eight or nine, but here it is still 1:1.2, and the Pound is still 1:5. In other words, if you use Galleons as an intermediary, you can exchange for Rubles at an exchange rate of 1:6."

"Simply a wealth code." Eve sighed. "It's a pity it can't be exchanged. Ah, I really like that big crystal ball, and the Gobstones..."

"Stop talking, Eve, we have to be frugal in the Wizarding World."

Just as Harry said this, his gaze was also uncontrollably attracted by something. It was a brand new, gorgeous broomstick.

"Firebolt." Harry whispered the product description on the nameplate. "It is a work of art among broomsticks, as smooth as flowing clouds when moving, with a slender handle, hardness comparable to diamonds, and equally sparkling. The tail of fine birch twigs is perfect in aerodynamics. It gives the Firebolt an unimaginable sense of balance and high-precision control. Acceleration to 100 miles in less than seven seconds, plus anti-collision automatic magic braking. Price negotiable."

"So cool, Harry, do you want to buy one?" Eve said happily.

"Price negotiable means even if you empty the vault, you might not be able to afford it." Harry forced himself to return to reason. "Go back and do your homework."

"Wait, look at that person, what is he doing?" Eve pointed to another place and said happily.

"Oh, that's the manager of Flourish and Blotts." Harry looked at him with some sympathy. That person was being bitten on the forearm by a copy of "The Monster Book of Monsters." This book was the textbook for the new term's Care of Magical Creatures class, and the birthday gift Hagrid gave him was this.

"Now the summer vacation is only half over." Harry said. "Just you wait, when all the new students come to buy books, I really don't know what he should do."

Although Harry repeatedly emphasized the importance of summer homework, for a long time, Eve would drag him to shop in Diagon Alley every day, while Johnny English would dress up in different ways and follow them secretly. Several times, when Harry was drooling over the Firebolt, he would be tying his shoelaces on the side. When Harry finally moved his gaze away from the Firebolt, Johnny's shoelaces were often tied in dead knots.

A week before school started, Eve dragged Harry to wander around again. This time Diagon Alley was thoroughly lively, and many children were here to buy things needed for the new term. This day Harry saw Luo En and Hermione buying books together, and he immediately went up to say hello.

"Hi, Luo En, hi, Hermione." Harry said. "Are you here to buy things? By the way, where is Neville?"

"Grandmother once said that life must move toward a distant goal; only by discarding heavy burdens and moving forward with empty hands can one be happy." Hermione said with a smile. "Neville is with Hanna."

"Oh, alright." Harry thought to himself, the person impersonating Neville might have succeeded; now Hermione seemed to have decided to forget those messy feelings.

"Harry, I originally planned to come to the Leaky Cauldron to find you after buying books. Look at my new wand." Luo En said happily. "Willow and unicorn tail hair, beautiful, and willow is very suitable for casting high-level non-verbal spells."

"You can also cast non-verbal spells?" Harry made a fist gesture. "Powerful Stupefy?"

"Yes, if you give me a sword, I can perform a powerful Diffindo." Luo En boasted with a grin.

"You guys chat for a while, I'll go inside to find my books." Hermione left this sentence and dived into the bookstore.

"Alright, we'll wait for you outside!" Luo En said.

"Who is that." Eve asked. "When did your relationship get so good?"

"When we wrote the joint letter last year." Luo En said. "I mean, later Hermione and I organized another joint letter, written to the Magical Congress, telling them that the children at Hogwarts all hope Tang Tang Nade will return."

"I didn't know at all." Harry said in surprise.

"Because Zhang Qiu doesn't seem to like Tang Tang Nade, so I didn't tell you." Luo En said with some embarrassment. "Actually, Hermione is not a bookworm; she just often has a lot of pressure."

When Hermione came out of the bookstore, she was carrying a large bag filled with books needed for each subject. Harry looked at the bag with some horror; he simply couldn't imagine taking so many subjects at the same time.

"Oh, you, I think you are quite suspicious." Johnny suddenly appeared in front of Hermione, showed his Auror ID, and began to interrogate her. "Who are you, what is in this bag? Are you planning to attack Harry with a book bag?"

Hermione was stunned.

"Hey, Sir Johnny, this is my classmate, friend!" Harry said with dissatisfaction. "She just bought some elective textbooks."

"Is that so? But I am certain that your sister thinks she is a threat..." Johnny stared at Hermione suspiciously. "And little girls are most sensitive to bad people. Could you be Black's accomplice?"

"Eve is like this to everyone, please don't mind." Harry said with a headache, trying to dissuade him. "Sorry, Hermione, this is the Auror sent by the Ministry of Magic to protect me, Johnny English."

"Oh, I understand." Hermione nodded; she was still a bit confused about the situation. "Hello, Mr. English."

"Then I will tentatively rule out your suspicion..." Johnny picked up a book from the book bag and flipped through it casually. "'Early Muggle Taming Records', very good, it seems you also elected Muggle Studies."

"I seem to have forgotten to tell you, Harry, in order to implement better close protection for you at school, I will serve as the Muggle Studies professor this term." Johnny whispered. "But don't call me Johnny or English at school; the fake name I use is Teddy Professor Professor Doudou."

"Uh, understood, Professor Professor Professor Doudou." Harry felt this fake name really had no artistic sense.

"Or you can also call me Dr. Professor Professor Doudou." He winked. ===== CHAPTER 104 =====