The three of them looked at each other.
"It's magic fire, after all, put some effort into it," Jason tried to smooth things over.
"OK... Huff!" Harry blew a breath with all his might.
Jason, with quick eyes and hands, reached out and pulled out the torch, replacing it with a small wooden stick.
The three of them looked at each other again.
Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!
This was the sound of applause celebrating Harry's birthday.
Let him enjoy the cake. Jason stood up and walked toward the Dursley family, who were trembling in the corner.
Again, the four of them looked at each other...
"I overheard you arguing with Hagrid, saying that Dumbledore handed Harry over to you without saying anything. Was there anything else besides Harry himself?"
Mr. Dursley used his fat body to shield his son and his wife, Petunia, shaking his head vigorously.
"What about child support?"
"Nothing either."
"This is indeed Dumbledore's oversight..." He glanced back at Harry, who was eating cake while shedding tears.
"I believe this child support should be able to compensate for the eleven years you raised Harry. After all, any more... I don't think you've contributed much to him materially, and of course, I don't think there's much emotionally either. Forgive my language, but that's the truth." As Jason spoke, a gold cube weighing nearly a kilogram suddenly appeared in his hand.
He placed it on the ground. To be honest, he really didn't understand the price of gold these days. After all, to him, gold was really useless.
"You're too kind to them," Hagrid commented, having witnessed everything.
"What else? Kill their whole family here with a spell?"
"No, no, it's not that bad."
"If you can't eat anymore, then don't. Get dressed and let's leave," Jason said, putting his hood back on and addressing Harry.
"This is all I have. I just need to put on my shoes," Harry said, wiping the cream off his face.
"See, I told you that was too much gold," Hagrid was still indignant.
"Forget it, Hagrid... And you, that gold is genuine. Don't worry about me using an illusion to deceive you. Now is the last chance. I won't refund if it's too much, but I'll make up for it if it's too little. Once I leave, you won't have the chance," Jason shrugged, addressing the family of three in the corner.
"...No, no, no... no need."
"Ahem, let's go."
The three of them got on the motorcycle, with Hagrid and Jason sandwiching Harry in the middle.
However, Jason looked at the thin boy in front of him, who only reached his chest, and simply took off his raincoat and draped it over Harry.
[Goodwill from Harry +10]
[Goodwill from Harry +10]
Jason didn't care about the goodwill. He was really afraid that the cold air at night would freeze an eleven-year-old child, and besides, he still had a trench coat without his raincoat, but Hagrid in front of him would be streaking without his coat.
"Thank you," Harry said softly from the front.
"It's nothing. Hagrid, hurry up."
Almost the next morning, the three of them, tired, arrived at the Leaky Cauldron by subway and taxi.
It wasn't other upsetting things, such as being discovered by Muggles while riding a motorcycle in the sky, but purely because the motorcycle didn't have enough horsepower. Perhaps a giant plus an adult was its limit.
Adding Harry was a bit too much for it.
If he hadn't placed a row of blocks on the sea surface last night, they might still be soaking in the seawater now.
After all, none of the three knew how to Apparate, and the teleportation distance of Ender Pearls was really limited. Increasing mobility during combat was possible, but long-distance travel was difficult.
The three walked into the Leaky Cauldron. While everyone in the bar curiously sized up Harry, Jason was also sizing up the bar. Unfortunately, there was nothing particularly magical about it. After all, the most magical place in all of England and Scotland was Hogwarts.
After Hagrid exchanged pleasantries with everyone in the bar for a while, he realized he couldn't get away, so he passed a look of help to Jason.
"How about helping me take Harry to Diagon Alley to buy some things? The things he needs for school are in the letter of acceptance. Please, I'll go find you after a few drinks."
To this, Jason shrugged: "What's there to it? No problem."
He naturally led Harry toward the back door of the tavern, arriving at a patio...
"Diagon Alley?" He muttered in a daze.
"You don't know either?" Harry asked curiously, raising his head.
"Uh, uh, I was similar to you before. Anyway, I've never been to Diagon Alley."
Harry nodded, pressing his ear against the wall.
"Is it behind the wall? I hear a lot of sounds behind it."
"Perhaps, you stay away," Jason said, pulling Harry away from the wall. Then, he gently knocked on the wall in front of him twice with his knuckles. With two "dong dong" sounds, a 1m x 2m passage was hammered out by him.
"Hurry, hurry, before someone comes after us for damaging public property, hurry in," Jason said, hastily pulling Harry into Diagon Alley. In just two breaths, the two of them curiously sized up Diagon Alley as if nothing had happened.
Then, the two of them simultaneously remembered their business. Jason took the letter of acceptance and looked at it.
"Wand, cauldron, robe... Hiss... So many things, let's start with the wand first." As he spoke, he raised his head and looked around at the plaques in Diagon Alley, finding the only store related to wands.
"Come with me."
The two walked into Ollivander's Wand Shop. Harry curiously looked at the dazzling array of wands on the wall. Jason was also curious, but he chose to directly handle them, comparing them to the wand in his hand.
"That one... rose vine plus phoenix feather, whose work is that? This isn't any style of the three major European wand shops."
An old man with silver hair appeared from behind a shelf, looking at the wand in Jason's hand.
"This one? This is Dumbledore gave me a feather, and I made it myself with rose vines." Jason turned around and saw this gentleman who seemed to be the owner of the shop, and somewhat embarrassedly put back the wand that didn't belong to him, explaining.
Ollivander looked at Jason's young face and nodded: "Very good alchemy talent."
"Ahem."
"Which family are you from? I haven't seen you before."
"Uh, I was a Muggle before."
"Were you in England before?"
"Yes, but I didn't go to Hogwarts."
"Durmstrang? Or Beauxbatons?"
"Uh... a wild card."
"I see... Do you have a job yet?"
"Yes, the Alchemy Professor at Hogwarts."
"I can give you a... Ah?" Ollivander almost said the words in his mouth, but suddenly held back.
"It's nothing. Mr. Potter, we finally meet." He put on a smile again, looking at Harry, who was standing behind Jason, with a smile.
"Hello, sir."
"Go, buy your wand. I'll wait for you here."
Jason patted Harry on the back and said.