abnormal hogwarts

Chapter 142 Entering Knockturn Alley again

That night, Harry stayed in the old house where Albert and Brad used to live in Godric's Hollow.

With his head resting on the soft pillow, Harry felt that all this was like a dream.

He had never slept in such a comfortable bed before.

What awaits him in the future is mysterious magic, and the various miraculous spells that Albert has shown in front of him. He can't wait to become a wizard as powerful as this senior.

If Albert knew what he was thinking, he would definitely pat him on the head with a smile and say: Stop dreaming, kid, this is a height that you, a scumbag, will never reach.

If it were Hermione, the top student, she might be able to do it.

After all, it is the corner of wisdom in the Iron Triangle.

As for the other two simple-minded corners, namely Harry and Ron, if they could have half of Albert's current magic level before graduation, Lily would be in high demand.

Harry was unable to fall asleep, fearful of waking up and returning to the small cupboard under the stairs of the Dursleys' house.

Finally, after a tiring day, Harry fell asleep tiredly.

Looking at Harry's actions, Albert only felt funny and a little pitiful.

"Won't you go out and see him?"

In the mirror dimension, Albert stood beside Lily and asked aloud.

"Is it okay?" Lily was very surprised.

"Just be careful not to wake him up."

After receiving permission, Lily quietly stepped out of the mirror dimension, carefully sat on the edge of the bed, and stared at the sleeping Harry. Lily's eyes shining with motherly love were full of tenderness.

Gently combing the hair on Harry's forehead, Lily moved so gently that she was afraid of waking Harry up from his sleep.

With a gentle kiss on Harry's forehead, Lily stood up, walked through the dimensional rift, and returned to the mirror dimension.

"That's enough, thank you."

Albert didn't say anything, waved his hand, and left Lily and Snape, the licking dog wearing night riding armor, like a loyal knight guarding his beloved princess.

……

More than an hour ago, in a small shabby house on a pile of rocks.

Vernon rolled and crawled to Dudley's side, protecting his son behind him, and looked at Albert, who had returned to his human form, with a pleading look.

Albert crossed his arms and snorted softly: "Don't worry, they are not dead."

He summoned two streams of water like a spring and poured them on Dudley and Petunia's faces respectively, waking them up from their coma.

Seeing his wife and son waking up, Vernon breathed a sigh of relief.

"Harry is destined to belong to the wizarding world. He must go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Do you understand?"

Vernon nodded.

"If I hear any more news about you abusing Harry," Albert passed the wand across Vernon's throat, "you know the consequences."

There was a strong threat in his tone.

"Hagrid, Harry, it's time for us to go."

"Where?" Harry's tone was filled with admiration. In his opinion, Albert's look of threatening the Dursleys just now was so handsome, although it was a bit bad to do so.

"Find a place to live first. Unless you are willing to stay here with them."

Hagrid winked at Harry mischievously.

Between two strangers he had just met and his aunt's family who had lived together for nearly ten years, Harry decisively chose the former.

……

The next morning, Diagon Alley.

Looking at the Gringotts door in front of him, Albert touched his nose and felt that he should not go in.

He was afraid that he couldn't help itching his hands again.

"I will only accompany you here. Hagrid, please help Harry get the items on the list."

"Leave the rest to me." Hagrid patted his chest and promised.

Harry looked at the senior senior in front of him. His bright blond hair stuck to his scalp obediently. He wore simple casual clothes and looked like a model. He looked refreshed and refreshed, just like a model. The noble young master.

This made Harry feel a little ashamed of himself.

Sensing the envy in Harry's eyes, Albert smiled slightly: "Let Hagrid take you to Tuofan Clothing Store to customize clothes later. It's time to change out of the old clothes you are wearing."

……

"Dad! Dad! Where are you?"

A little girl with long wavy brown hair ran in Diagon Alley, anxiously looking for her father.

Albert, who was queuing up to buy desserts at the Florin cold drink shop, called over.

Isn't this Hermione?

Holding two ice creams, Albert appeared next to Hermione.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Hermione was stunned for a moment. She saw the face in front of her in a bookstore in London two years ago.

Under the golden sunlight, Albert's already brilliant blond hair looked even more dazzling.

But now is not the time for nymphomaniacs.

"My father, I don't know where he went, I can't find him!"

Hermione was so anxious that she almost cried.

No matter how powerful a witch she becomes in the future, now she is just an 11-year-old yellow-haired girl.

"Don't worry, I'll help you find it."

Handing the ice cream he was going to bring to Vilia to Hermione, Albert took out his wand.

"Traces appear!"

A stream of yellow smoke spurted out from the tip of the apple wood wand, evenly covering the surrounding ground, revealing the messy footprints on the ground.

People were coming and going in Diagon Alley, and the footprints were really messy.

Albert waved his wand again, and the yellow dust turned into silhouettes.

"Which one is your father?"

Hermione pointed at one of the burly men who also had brown hair and said, "This!"

Albert and Hermione followed Mr. Granger's traces all the way to the entrance of an alley where there was no one around.

"Not good, your father has entered Knockturn Alley."

A Muggle entering Knockturn Alley, where dark wizards gather, would never end well if no one came to rescue him.

"Knockturn Alley?"

Miss Granger, who is new to the magical world, obviously does not have enough understanding of this mysterious world that has just been opened to her.

"It's equivalent to the most dangerous and complex chaotic neighborhood where street gangs and criminal gangs gather."

Hermione covered her face helplessly, "Then my father..."

Albert took Hermione's hand and said, "So we have to speed up to find him."

……

The gloomy atmosphere of Knockturn Alley made Hermione couldn't help but wrap her clothes tightly around her body.

She followed Albert closely, never leaving, for fear that she would fall behind.

The dark wizards in Knockturn Alley cast malicious glances at the two people, who were obviously still children.

Hermione subconsciously pulled on the corner of Albert's clothes, as if this would bring her a sense of security.

If he hadn't brought Hermione with him, and Albert didn't want her to see an overly bloody scene, he would have carried Rachel from the beginning of the alley to the end of the alley.

"Go away if you don't want to die."

Albert was brewing magic, and terrifying magic fluctuations came out of his hands, and most of the malicious eyes around him disappeared.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this kid is not easy to mess with.

Albert and Hermione continued to walk forward, following Mr. Granger's traces, and the two soon came to a dark alley.