Felix asked, "Potter, are you here in Diagon Alley to buy books?"

Harry seemed a little uneasy. He said vaguely, "Well, I currently live in Diagon Alley... in Room 11 of the Leaky Cauldron..."

He couldn't say that he had inflated Aunt Marge and had no place to live, so he was arranged to live in the Leaky Cauldron by Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge?

Felix was a little surprised by Harry's attitude. He asked tentatively, "Are you alone?"

There were of course many guests in the Leaky Cauldron, but it was obvious that Harry understood what the professor meant. "Yeah, I'm alone." He quickly added, trying to distract his attention. "I'm quite comfortable alone. I can go shopping, eat, and do homework at Florin's Ice Cream Shop... Oh, and Dobby keeps me company."

Felix also smiled. "If I remember correctly, he should be working in the Leaky Cauldron?"

Seeing that Professor Happ did not continue to ask questions, Harry breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He responded enthusiastically, "Yes, Dobby is in the Leaky Cauldron. He woke me up the past two mornings. But he should be busy greeting the guests in the bar at this time."

The two walked and talked, and Harry introduced more about this slightly weird house-elf.

"Dobby sent me a birthday present and a greeting card! He said on it that he earned it himself. I was always curious about where he worked, but the letter didn't mention it. I didn't expect it was Broken Cauldron." He suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head and looked at Felix in surprise: "Professor, how did you know?"

Felix said briefly: "Dobby and I are friends. We mentioned it during the chat."

Harry nodded, and then Felix asked him: "So, you saw me when you were shopping? What a coincidence, I might have left a minute later."

Harry explained, "In fact, I saw your patronus, the silver swift. Hermione mentioned it to me. I thought it looked a bit like it, so I waited in the store next door for a while."

"Really? You are very observant," Felix answered a little casually, his attention was completely focused on Harry himself. From just now until now, he has always felt that something is wrong with Harry.

He switched the perspective calmly. In the world of black and white, the magic in Harry's body kept jumping and seemed unusually active.

"Professor?"

Harry felt his gaze. Professor Happ was looking at him with a scrutinizing look, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Potter," Felix whispered, "This incident must have had a great impact on you..."

Harry was stunned and stammered, "You, you know everything?" He felt a chill in his heart and explained in a panic, "I didn't mean it. It was Aunt Marge who insulted my parents first, and I was so angry!"

The professor wouldn't have a bad impression of him, right? He just bought the textbook of ancient magic yesterday.

"No, you misunderstood, Potter."

The two of them walked through the wall and left Diagon Alley and came to the Leaky Cauldron. Just after passing the bar, Felix heard a sharp greeting: "Dear Mr. Happ, Dobby didn't expect to see you and Mr. Potter at the same time. Today is really a day worth celebrating!"

The eyes of other people in the bar looked over, and they talked noisily.

Felix looked back calmly, his voice lowered, and then he looked at the elf: "Dobby, long time no see."

Dobby's eyes widened, and he wiped the corner of his eyes with a dirty rag, "Oh~ Mr. Hep still remembers Dobby, so touching..."

"Dobby, please arrange a private room for us, Potter and I have something to talk about." Felix looked at him gently.

"Dobby understands, gentlemen, please follow me."

The elf took them to a relatively secluded private room, served food and drinks, and retreated respectfully.

Harry looked at Felix with a bit of a dazed expression. After he took the Knight Bus and was caught by Minister Fudge at the door of the bar, the two sat in this position to talk.

Felix did not rush to speak, he was thinking about how to start the conversation.

Harry stared at the doorpost in front of him on the right, where a wanted poster was hung. After living in the Leaky Cauldron for two days, he was already very familiar with this painting.

"Potter"

Professor Hep's words brought his consciousness back to his body, and he listened quietly.

"I heard that you like duelling class?"

"Yes, professor." Harry said, "I think this course is great and you can learn a lot. It's just that it can only be taken once every two weeks, and some of the spells are difficult."

"I'm still not very proficient in the Shield Charm..."

Felix nodded, "So, do you need some private instruction for a while, Potter? I'm happy to help."

Harry was stunned. He really didn't expect to encounter such a good thing, so good that he couldn't believe it.

He felt that since he inflated his aunt, the acquaintances he met became weird. Dobby greeted the guests in the bar skillfully, and Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge turned a blind eye to his illegal behavior. Now, even Professor Hep offered to train him?

"Of course I would, but why?" he asked cautiously.

"Potter, to be frank, your current state is very fascinating. Your magic is in a very active state. From my perspective, it is like a flame that keeps jumping and burning."

"In short, I think it is worth studying."

Felix decided to tell Harry directly. There was nothing to hide about the whole thing except that he wanted to study Potter, which sounded a bit strange.

But in other words, he was concerned about the little wizard in a special state, isn't it much better?

Harry swallowed his saliva after hearing this, "I don't quite understand what you mean."

"Harry, if I'm not mistaken, you should have experienced a magic riot in the past few days?"

"Magic... riot?"

"You should have heard of similar sayings, magic out of control, magic awakening, magic riot... Many people regard it as a sign of childhood and little wizards having magic, but in fact it has always been there. It's just that sometimes, because of the drastic fluctuations in emotions, little wizards will show all kinds of magical powers."

Harry listened quietly, and his memory went back to a few days ago. Aunt Marge, who kept a dog in the country, came to visit. She was a rather rude and mean woman, and these two words could not describe even one tenth of her character.

Every time she came, it would become Harry's nightmare.

But in order to get the signature of Hogsmeade, he endured for a whole week and let her verbally humiliate him. On her last day as a guest, she was drunk and spoke without thinking, insulting his father and mother wantonly, which made him furious.

He didn't have a wand in his hand, but he was a wizard. When he came to his senses, Aunt Marge had swelled up like a balloon, just like the huge pumpkin that Hagrid planted in the field last year, but it was an ugly pumpkin with small eyes.

He ran away from home in anger and never wanted to return to Privet Drive. When he calmed down, he began to be afraid. He was afraid that he would be expelled or even imprisoned in Azkaban, where he would be with a group of dark wizards.

He thought of wandering around the world and wandering around for a lifetime to avoid the pursuit of the Ministry of Magic, but he needed to get some money first. But things always exceeded his expectations. He was caught by the Minister of Magic as soon as he arrived at the door of the Leaky Cauldron.

Fortunately, Fudge not only did not pursue any responsibility for him, but also opened a room for him in the Leaky Cauldron, and asked him to stay in Diagon Alley until the start of school and not to return to the Muggle world without permission.

What reason did he have to refuse?

...

Professor Happ's voice seemed to come from far away, "But this situation basically happens in childhood. Once the little wizard enters school, it basically won't happen. So, Potter, your situation is very rare."

Harry raised his head and said in a relaxed mood: "I agree, Professor Happ. When do we start?"