Even though it’s past eleven o’clock, the environment in the bar is no different from the daytime – it seems that there is some kind of constant magic here, and it is always shrouded in darkness.
But even so, Harry still spotted Peter at first sight.
To be honest, even when sitting in front of the bar, it is easy for everyone to ignore the short and fat man, but the boy felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity after seeing him, as if he had been with him for a long time.
Maybe Harry really has the gift of precognition, and his feeling is right this time.
Peter had spent time with him, but Harry obviously failed to connect the man in front of him with Ron's hairless mouse.
"Oh, thank God! You have finally arrived. I thought there was an accident and was about to go back to Hogwarts to inform Dumbledore."
Hearing the creak of the wooden door, Peter spotted the two and ran over with an agility that was seriously inconsistent with his body.
"Professor Scamander, this is Harry, right?"
Peter struck up a conversation with Aini, and his eyes immediately fell on the boy, and his words began to tremble "unconsciously".
"It's so similar. You and James look so much alike, but their eyes are exactly the same as Lily's. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to..."
As he spoke, Peter's voice became increasingly blurry, and finally only the sobs he tried to endure were left, which made Aini have to praise his acting skills.
Facing the man's sad cry, Harry stood there helplessly and looked at the professor for help.
"Calm down, Mr. Pedillo. Harry needs to rest now. If you have anything to say, we'll talk to you tomorrow. I'm going to take him to the room first."
Perhaps because he was too immersed in the performance, or because he was really emotionally moved, Peter opened his arms as if to hug Harry, but soon his body stiffened, and he turned around and walked towards the bar.
When the two of them stepped onto the stairs, Peter followed, holding a tray full of candies and snacks.
"The food here is not very exquisite. If you are hungry at night, just have some snacks."
Peter said with a flattering smile. Before he could say anything more, several people heard a cough from the bar.
Apparently, Tom wasn't happy when someone in his bar disparaged his craft.
Since the establishment of the Leaky Cauldron, the magical world has not always been so stable. In order to entertain certain special guests, some rooms have been reinforced by successive store managers.
Among them, Room 11 has the most complete defense measures, so it was natural for Harry to stay here tonight.
Thanks to Lily's outstanding contributions, most wizards in Britain who did not side with Voldemort were willing to provide some convenience to Harry.
Some people may find it ridiculous that a group of wizards with extraordinary abilities actually regard a baby that any of them can easily kill as their savior.
Is this really the case? Can no one see the strangeness?
Not really.
It's just that after the long darkness has passed, people need a hope, a hope that can resist the horror from coming again.
Lily is excellent, but she is already dead. People who are frightened need a thought to tell themselves that the war is over, the devil has fallen, and they still have heroes.
Therefore, Harry always received kindness from strangers. Before he was eleven years old, he would sometimes be startled by strange people who appeared inexplicably.
This situation has improved after entering Hogwarts. Well, I have encountered too many and I have gotten used to it.
However, none of them was as strange as the man in front of him. The fiery eyes made Harry feel like a thorn in his back, and the hair on his hair was about to explode.
But Peter's performance was indeed full of kindness. The boy was a little ashamed of his reaction, but he just felt awkward.
Fortunately, there was not much space upstairs, so they arrived at their destination within a few steps.
"Have a good rest, Harry, I live next door, and we'll set off early tomorrow morning."
Aini took out the boy's luggage and then looked at Peter, "Mr. Pedillo, he needs to rest now. If we want to catch up with old times, we will have plenty of time when we get to Hogwarts."
"You're right, Professor Scamander. Good night, Harry, and don't starve yourself."
Peter held the edge of the tray and handed it to the boy, then reluctantly walked out the door.
"Good night, Professor Scamander, good night, Mr. Pedillo."
Putting the tray on the bedside table, Harry suddenly remembered that he hadn't thanked the other person yet, but at this moment Ani closed the door.
"Bang~"
The boy photographed himself on the bed and was instantly attracted by the God of Sleep.
Forget it, let’s thank you next time we meet. Why did Ani just say that they had plenty of time to get along after arriving at Hogwarts? Could it be...
Before he could finish thinking about the last question, Harry lay on the bed and fell asleep.
Outside the door, Ani fainted after throwing a soft version, and looked at Peter Pettigrew expressionlessly.
"Don't get me wrong, Dumbledore arranged for me to come here. He asked me to come here first to book a room for Harry."
Locked with the opponent's gaze, Peter felt like he was facing a fire dragon that was about to breathe out, and he hurriedly explained the purpose of coming.
"That child is the son of my best friend, and Black has given me amnesia for twelve years. There is no way I can help him deal with Harry."
Seeing that Ani was still silent, Peter continued to explain while taking off the glove on his right hand, revealing a palm missing a finger.
"How could I possibly suspect that you are Black's accomplice?!"
Ani's face was full of astonishment, as if he was shocked by Peter's thoughts.
"Ah, this..."
Peter was speechless, suspicious. He came here with impure motives, and Aini's attitude was very different from before. Coupled with the real sense of oppression on the other party, he subconsciously wanted to say some explanation.
After seeing Aini's performance, he wanted to give himself a slap.
Peter, Peter, no one knows that you are a Death Eater, no one knows that the Dark Lord is in your chest, and no one knows that Black will never attack Harry. It is you who wants to deal with that child.
After muttering to himself in his mind, Peter regained his composure and pretended to be calm and said: "Your expression just now was so scary. I just recovered my memory not long ago. The war seemed like just yesterday. I thought..."
"I'm sorry, I just thought of something else. Let's go down and have a drink and chat slowly. Don't worry, the war is over. Make your life easier."
The two went downstairs, found a corner, and ordered another bottle of sherry.
"Pedillo, Harry is still a child and shouldn't get involved in the grudges of the previous generation. I know it's a little unkind to say this. After all, you and his father are good friends, and Black..., but I'm worried that some things will happen too soon.
The disclosure will be counterproductive."
"Don't worry, I won't tell him about Black. Otherwise, as you worry, Harry might have thoughts of revenge, which would put him in danger."
Peter thought he had figured out the reason why Ani had a straight face just now, and he felt relieved. In his eyes, kind people are always easier to deal with.
Even if the other party's entanglement is to take care of his mood, Peter still looks down on Aini.
He is most accustomed to taking advantage of other people's sympathy and mercy, which are sharper weapons than magic.