I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 180 Black Cauldron
Louis understood Harry's desire for the Firebolt very well and could empathize with him. In his previous life, he would often open car-selling apps when he had nothing to do. Even if he couldn't afford it, at least it could satisfy his craving, right?

If Louis and Hermione weren't there, and Harry lived here alone, he would probably have to go to the Firebolt every day to satisfy his curiosity.

Of course, Harry's situation was much better than Louis' in his previous life. At least Harry could really afford the Firebolt at this stage, but he just couldn't bear to spend the money.

Don't underestimate Harry. The Potter family has accumulated a small treasury from selling shampoo over the years. It must be at least hundreds of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands.

The following days were nothing special. Every day they were either shopping or on their way to shopping. Katherine and Hermione had a strong desire to buy. Every day they took Christasza to Diagon Alley for a shopping spree with bags of various sizes.

There was no need to worry about homework. All of Louis' homework was handed over to Christasa. The dragon maid was so angry that she dared not say anything.

The weather is quite hot today, with the temperature reaching 28 degrees Celsius. In order to cool off, the group chose to sit outside Florin's cold drink shop and eat some ice cream to cool off.

Louis likes their chocolate ball ice cream very much, but unfortunately the chocolate ball is not sold separately. It is only sold with one when you buy the tri-color ice cream, which makes him a little depressed.

The doting Catherine took away the vanilla and original flavors that he didn't like, and put her own and Christasza's chocolate balls in front of Louis, which made him smile again.

"What's for dinner?" Harry asked as he scooped up some ice cream with a spoon. He followed the principle of self-examination three times a day to the end.

At this moment, someone called his name loudly. He turned around and saw that it was Ron.

"I finally found you. I asked Tom and he said you went out to play." Ron sat down next to Hermione and put his arm around Hermione's shoulders. I was shocked to think that after a trip to Egypt, this kid actually got wise?

Hermione's cheeks flushed, but she did not stop Ron.

He was holding a pile of books in his hands, and Christasa took them and stuffed them into her space backpack.

"You're just buying books. We bought everything we needed for school last week." Harry said in a boastful tone, "School starts tomorrow. You're back late enough..."

"So, we're staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight, and you can come with us to King's Cross Station tomorrow," said Ron, nodding his head against Hermione's shoulder.

Then he pulled out a slender box from his backpack and opened it: "Look, a brand new wand, fourteen inches long, made of wicker, with a unicorn tail hair - oh, this is thanks to Louis, thanks to your credits..." As he said, he looked at Louis.

Louis said nothing, but gave Ron a thumbs-up with the hand that was around Catherine's neck.

Harry looked at the two couples in front of him and suddenly felt a little redundant.

I'm full, even if I eat dog food...

"My birthday is coming up soon, and my parents gave me ten gold Galleons and asked me to choose something as a way to celebrate my birthday in advance." Hermione checked her wallet.

At this point, Ron patted her other shoulder and pulled out another set of beautifully packaged books from his backpack.

It is a complete set of ancient magic learning kit.

Hermione looked at the gift her boyfriend had carefully selected, then rushed over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Oh, Ronnie." Hermione was delighted.

"Your birthday present. I was originally planning to give it to you on your birthday, but now that you mentioned it, I can't wait any longer." Ron said with a silly grin.

Harry felt a little nauseous.

"I think I should go buy an owl." Hermione let go of Ron and thought for a moment. "I mean, Louis has his Emerissa, Harry has his Hedwig, and you have Errol -"

"I don't have any," said Ron quickly. "Errol belongs to our family. All I have is Scabbers."

At this point, he pulled his pet mouse out of his pocket and said, "I want to send it for a checkup. I feel like it's having trouble adapting to the climate in Egypt."

Banban looked thinner than before, and even his beard was visibly drooping.

"There's a Magical Creatures shop over there," Katherine pointed. "You can see if you should buy anything for your mouse. Hermione can also buy an owl there."

"Yes!" Ron stood up quickly and urged everyone to go over there.

The shop was rather narrow, and every inch of the wall seemed as if it could be hung with cages. The shop was smelly and noisy. Catherine frowned and pulled Christasa out, intending to wait for them outside.

Christrasza also doesn't like the smell. As a dragon, her sense of smell is very sensitive.

On the counter there was a large cage filled with silky black rats, playing a sort of hopping game with their long bald tails.

Ron walked up to the counter, took out Scabbers and handed it over: "This is my number. Ever since I brought it to Egypt and brought it back, it has been in a bit of a bad state. I wonder if it's not acclimatizing to the local climate?"

"Put it on the counter," the witch said, pulling out a pair of heavy black glasses from her pocket. The mice in the cages looked at Spots on the counter and stopped playing their jumping game. Instead, they crowded in the cages near Spots, staring at it intently and making chirping sounds.

Banban looked covered in wounds, and compared to the sleek mice in the cage, it looked very sad.

"How old is this rat?" the witch said, picking up Scabbers by the hand.

"I don't know." Ron replied, "It turned out to be my brother's pet."

"What can it do?" the witch asked, examining Scabbers.

"A great sleeper," Ron answered without thinking.

The witch's eyes turned from Banban's shredded ear to its front paw, where a toe was missing. The witch sighed and said, "It looks like it has suffered a lot... For an ordinary mouse like this, don't expect it to live for more than three years."

"I still suggest you change to a more viable creature as soon as possible. Of course, if you don't want to, you can try this potion." The witch said, reaching out and taking out a small red bottle from under the counter.

"What kind of potion is this? How much does it cost?" Ron's eyes widened. He thought Banban was beyond saving, but suddenly such a good thing appeared. It looked very powerful. The liquid in the red bottle was even glowing slightly.

"Rat tonic, seven silver Sickles a bottle." The witch replied, and the two of them exchanged the money and the goods very quickly.

Ron now has hundreds of credits and doesn't have to worry about money at all. Money is basically not a big problem for him and can even be used to supplement the family income.

Ron got his supplements and looked back to see that Louis and the others had already left.

When he was looking again, he happened to see three people walking towards him.

Hermione was happily carrying a cage with a beautiful brown owl in it. "I want to call it Cathy, do you think it sounds nice?" Hermione asked with a smile while carrying the cage.

"Oh, no, don't." Louis quickly stopped her: "I advise you to change your name..."

"Why?" Hermione asked puzzled.

Louis pointed at Catherine who was whispering to Christasa and said, "I often call you Catherine. If you don't want to be hung upside down, I suggest you change your name..."

"Just call her Amy." Hermione immediately changed the owl's name without hesitation.

She has to change. Catherine is the biggest bully.

When they returned to the Leaky Cauldron they found Mr. Weasley sitting in a corner of the bar, reading the Daily Prophet.

"Louis! Catherine! Harry! Hermione! How are you?" He looked up at them and smiled.

"Very good, thank you." The four answered in unison.

Harry sat down and Mr. Weasley put down the newspaper, and Harry saw the familiar picture of Sirius Black staring at him.

"They haven't caught him yet?" asked Harry.

"No," replied Mr. Weasley, looking extremely serious. "At the Ministry, they asked us to drop our work and try to find him, and as you can see, we haven't had any luck so far."

Harry suddenly became interested: "If we catch him, will you give us a reward? It would be best if we can get some money -"

"Don't talk nonsense, Harry," said Mr. Weasley. If you look closely, you can see that he looks very nervous. "Black will not be caught by a thirteen-year-old boy. It will be the guards of Azkaban who will catch him. You mark my words."

At this time, Mrs. Weasley also came over, carrying a lot of things she had bought, followed by her children, the twins, Ginny, and Percy, who had just been elected as the president of the student union and was in high spirits.

Ginny has always liked Harry, especially when she saw Ron and Hermione being affectionate with each other, the way she looked at Harry was different, with a strong fire burning in her eyes.

"Hello." Percy extended his hand solemnly, looking very serious.

"Hello, Percy." Harry suppressed a smile and shook Percy's hand.

Louis on the side quickly buried his face in Catherine's chest and chuckled, but no sound was made. Only he and Catherine could hear it.

"Oh, Louis, what are you doing!" Mrs. Weasley hurried over and pulled Louis' head out of Catherine's arms: "We are still outside, how could you two do this? It has a very bad influence!"

Louis said nothing, but pointed at Ron, who was feeding Hermione cake to each other.

Mrs. Weasley put her hands on her hips and said unhappily, "They were just feeding each other. You two... are so annoying!"

"Sorry, Aunt Molly." Louis admitted his mistake very well, and so did Catherine, saying that she had indulged Louis too much.

Mrs. Weasley was not really angry, nor was she meddling. She truly treated Louis and Catherine as her own children, which was why she stopped their indecent affectionate behavior in public.

While Mrs. Weasley was greeting everyone, Mr. Weasley called over Harry.

"I want to talk to you, okay?"

Harry stood up dazedly and followed Mr. Weasley to the side.

"Looking forward to the new term?" Mr. Weasley said to ease the tension.

"Not bad." Harry didn't know what Mr. Weasley wanted to say to him, but he felt a little nervous anyway - perhaps it was the ignorant words he said before that made him angry?
"Harry, some people in the Ministry of Magic may object to me revealing this to you, but I think you should know the truth." Having said that, Mr. Weasley looked around and saw that there was no one around, and continued: "You are in danger now... very dangerous!"

Harry was at a loss for words. He raised his head and frowned as he asked, "Danger? What danger could there be for me?"

As he spoke, he saw the wanted poster of Black on the wall of the bar, and an idea suddenly occurred to him: "This matter is related to Sirius Black, right sir?"

Mr. Weasley looked back and around and asked Harry, "What do you know about Sirius Black?"

"All I know is that he escaped from Azkaban," Harry said nonsense.

"Do you know why?" Mr. Weasley stared at him.

Harry shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

Mr. Weasley answered slowly, "Thirteen years ago, when you stopped—" He paused.

"When Voldemort was around?" Harry asked.

"Don't mention his name." Mr. Weasley shuddered. "When you stopped..." He gestured with his hands, "When the You-Know-Who came, Black lost everything, but he is still a loyal servant now. So in his eyes, you are the only one who stood in the way and prevented the You-Know-Who from making a comeback."

"That's why he escaped from Azkaban and came to find you."

"And then kill me." Harry said, his tone very calmly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

It's not a big deal that he can be so calm. After all, no one can be hunted by the biggest devil in the world since the age of one. In comparison, being hunted by the subordinates of the devil who was killed by him is not a big deal.

Oh yes, it wasn’t about killing the big villain, it was about killing the big villain twice.

Young people have a good attitude.

Mr. Weasley took a deep breath and said earnestly: "Harry, I want you to promise me that no matter what you hear, you will not take the initiative to find Black..."

"Mr. Weasley..." Harry asked in confusion, "Why would I look for someone who wants to kill me?"

Mr. Weasley said nothing, but patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Just remember what I said. OK, let's go back now, Harry. Molly and the others must be waiting anxiously."

(End of this chapter)