novelraw Chapter 164 The Airport and the Leaky Cauldron
Chapter 164 The Airport and the Leaky Cauldron
One day in mid-September, the private plane driven by Ah Fu, carrying Halle, landed in the outskirts of London.
Opening the cabin door, Harry shivered a little from the cool weather that hit his face.The humidity in the air and the gray-blue sky visible to the eyes made Harry feel the difference between here and Gotham—she was already 4000 miles away from home.
This is also the distance between her and Damian.
"So... here it is, Harley." Afu took off the pilot's headset, walked out of the cockpit, and helped Harry take the luggage out of the cabin.
"yes……"
She looked up at Grandpa A Fu, who was standing tall and straight beside him. There was also nostalgia for this homeland in his expression, but it was more frowning and worried.
"I'll make sure I'm alive." Harry tugged at the sleeve of Grandpa Afu's suit, and said to him proactively.
"It seems...you know what I want to say to you..." Ah Fu adjusted the neckline of Harley's little trench coat.
The girl's black curly hair was blown by the breeze, and her bangs had grown long, but instead of cutting them to a suitable length again, she chose to comb these soft hairs to one side, and began to reveal some smoothness forehead.
Under the windbreaker, she no longer wore those black and gray T-shirts that were on par with her brothers, but chose a simple solid-color dress, and a pair of small leather boots with a slight slope on her feet.
His granddaughter is indeed about to grow up to be a big girl - this makes Ah Fu a little melancholy, but he is even more glad that she has this opportunity to grow up again.
"Eat more at school, and you must write letters to your family if you have something to do." He reminded, vaguely remembering that similar words seemed to have been said many, many times in the past few days.
Alfred even remembered that he almost snatched the opportunity to drive Harry to England alone this time from Master Bruce.
At this time, Professor Snape had Apparated to the corner of the airport where there was no one there, and beside him... was a small figure that Harry was very familiar with.
"Queenie?" Harry walked over quickly.
"You don't remember writing a letter to me after you're resurrected?" My little boy also greeted him, and when he arrived in front of Harry, he complained in a serious manner.
"I...have been busy with a lot of things around me recently. You know...resurrection is a troublesome thing." Harry scratched his head, ashamedly remembering the so-called "things around him", probably just busy Fall in love with Damian...
"Why are you in England? Here?" she asked Queenie.
"My dad... has actually been thinking about leaving the US after the dangers of a few years ago. This year he received offers from two universities in the psychology departments of the UK and Germany at the same time, oscillating between the two schools and the two countries. ... After all, this is a decision that affects the whole family. I did not agree with it... but you... died again... so I really want to leave the United States." Thinking of the bad news at the Quidditch World Cup, Queenie bit her teeth lips.
A teenage girl who is still unfamiliar with the concept of death, suddenly experienced the death of her best friend, no one would be able to accept it for a while.
"Afterwards, we urgently contacted Hogwarts and Durmstrang, and I almost went to Durmstrang! Because there must be more people talking about you at Hogwarts..."
"If it weren't for...Professor Snape took the initiative to write to me, telling me that you have come back to life and plan to come to Hogwarts...So, Dad agreed with me and chose a British university."
"You don't need to feel pressured, Dad himself has already started to lean towards the UK - although the psychology department of the German university has a higher academic status, after all, here in the UK, there is no language barrier for my mother and me in life. Queenie quickly waved her hands and emphasized to Harry.
Harry nodded, then turned to look at Professor Snape who was negotiating details with Grandpa Alfred.
He probably... wished he had a friend here in England?
"Didn't I... come back to life?" Harry pinched Queenie's shoulders and smiled at her, "So don't think about it anymore..."
"It's just that such an important decision to transfer...why didn't you write to me!" She also questioned Queenie.
"Because Damian disappointed me so much..." The blond girl shook her head, "I dare not write to you, who knows if he will pluck my owl's wings..."
"And, later on, my owl didn't want to fly to your house, and I couldn't even feed it high-grade owl food. I don't know what's going on..."
Oh, and Harley knows... because Damien threatened all the owls...
This is... a little embarrassing.
At this time, Grandpa Alfred and Professor Snape had finished talking, and he came over, carrying Harry's suitcase.
"Come on, I'll take you to buy a wand."
With Professor Snape on the side urging him strictly like a military instructor, the farewell to Grandpa Alfred... suddenly lost the sentimental atmosphere.
Harry watched the plane take off, drew an arc in the air, and then turned to follow Professor Snape and set off.
Queenie's wand remained in Ilvermorny according to regulations, and Harry's mother's wand was not technically his own.So both girls have to re-purchase in the UK.
Professor Snape has always pursued efficiency, and this is even more true today, so of course he completely ignored the No-Majs' way of travel, but directly took them to Apparate to the entrance of a dilapidated and small bar.Harry noticed the sign on the door saying "The Leaky Cauldron".
Even if it is inconspicuous, Harry can see that this bar has a long history and has a unique historical accumulation.
The No-Majs who came and went seemed as if they hadn't seen this bar.
"Forget your American vocabulary, we call 'No-Majs' 'Muggles' here," he said emphatically before answering, when Harry asked him the question, "and, besides wizards, Muggles can't see to this bar."
Then he walked in with the two girls.In the bar, there are all kinds of people, there are rich wizards and wives with children in fancy clothes, and there are also speculators with turbans and rolling eyes.Harry immediately understood that this was probably a distribution center for wizards, the so-called Uncle Bruce's favorite information transfer center.
No one was interested in greeting them, even if some people looked up and saw Snape, they would look away immediately, and even young witches and witches would shudder when they saw him.
Even the man behind the bar, who might be the owner of the bar, just glanced up at the three of them, frowned, and didn't say anything.
Of course, Professor Snape lacked the habit of actively socializing. His black robe fluttered and he walked directly through the bar to a tattered trash can.
how to say?Professor Snape did look a little more gloomy than in America, could it be the English weather?
Although Harley was brave, she wasn't brave enough to ask him directly...