Of course, Kingsley had seen many people with different looks and personalities.

Neville looks timid, but that doesn't affect the fact that he is a decisive and brave man.

It just made him feel a little upset.

Those rumors out there are really not to be believed. Neville is not as cowardly as those people say. He is a completely qualified Gryffindor. As for his poor grades, that is normal. People like Harry, Hermione, and Ron are the outliers in Gryffindor.

How many little lions can sit down and study well?

Good little lions never care about learning, like George and Fred.

Maybe there is some subject that is holding him back.

pity……

He still rejected himself.

What's going on at Hogwarts now?

In his class, most of the outstanding Gryffindor students wanted to be Aurors first after graduation. But now... he felt that none of the best little wizards in Gryffindor wanted to be Aurors.

What's going on!

He sighed and straddled the motorcycle.

Tonks watched from the side, somewhat at a loss: "Harry, how can I squeeze in with you?"

Harry waved his wand.

The sidecar appeared and connected to the left side of the motorcycle: "Tonks, you sit here."

Tonks pursed her lips, crawled in, and squatted down with her knees hugged.

The Sorting Hat shook its head and said, "It's a bit unbalanced, Harry, why don't you create another one on the right side?"

"Drive." Harry patted him again.

He grunted and flew up, the throttle roaring.

"It turns out that the motorcycle that gave Arthur and the others a headache was yours." Kingsley looked down at the brightly lit Hogsmeade and the quiet and deep Hogwarts Castle below him.

"Did you hear that?" Harry asked, poking at the speaker.

The Sorting Hat replied reluctantly: "That's not my problem. You can't leave a motorcycle at home all day. It's not fair and it's not healthy."

"I remember you were a hat," Harry reminded it.

The light of the sorting hat flashed. "It doesn't affect me that I am now a free motorcycle. Godric is so envious of me. He is now pestering Albus in the office all day, asking him to find a way to turn himself into a motorcycle, so that he can at least be free."

Kingsley and Tonks raised their hands at the same time and covered their ears.

Don't listen...

Is this the kind of thing they can listen to?

The Sorting Hat was very fast, and its flying skills had been honed day after day. In less than twenty minutes, it landed in an alley next to the Leaky Cauldron.

"It doesn't feel that fast." Kingsley got out of the car.

"Next time you can invite the Sorting Hat to take a flight without magical protection." Harry also came down. According to his witcher senses, he saw several ordinary people walking outside the alley, and a few wild cats jumping on the eaves.

There is no magical smell.

Including the Leaky Cauldron not far away.

"Harry, put the sidecar away quickly." The motorcycle twisted its rear wheel.

Harry waved his wand and Tonks had just stepped out of the sidecar when it turned back into a stone and fell to the ground.

"Put me away again, I want to go and see too." He continued shouting, and his breath turned and returned to the hat.

In the blink of an eye, motorcycles became ordinary.

The hat on Harry's waist came alive. He took a deep breath and shook the tip of the hat. "Oh, this feeling, it's been a long time since I last felt it."

"This reminds me of the first time we..."

As it was speaking, its voice suddenly stopped and it shouted in an incredible voice: "Harry, what did you put into my body!"

"I thought you wouldn't use this body again." Harry said confidently.

The Sorting Hat gnashed its teeth and said, "How can I not use it? This has been with me for a thousand years! I'm not the kind of hat that gets bored easily."

"Really?" Harry said softly. "So dear Mr. Sorting Hat, since you got your new body, how many times have you returned to your old body, except for the start of school?"

The Sorting Hat was speechless.

He thought about it, and it seemed that... except for the tasks at the beginning of the school year, or Harry's request, he really hadn't taken the initiative to return to that body for a long time.

Even when playing with Hedwig and the others, he used the body of a motorcycle.

Even Crookshanks gave up using the Sorting Hat as a scratching post and instead used a flying motorcycle as his new scratching post - cats are always so mean.

Harry waved to Kingsley, and they tiptoed to the door of the Leaky Cauldron. With a flick of his wand, a stone on the side of the road turned into a human form, walked clumsily over, and pushed open the door of the pub.

The owner of the Leaky Cauldron, also named Tom, greeted him warmly: "Welcome, guests. What would you like to drink tonight?"

The stone man continued to move forward.

Tom failed to notice anything unusual about the transformed creature. He muttered, sounding somewhat dissatisfied: "Thank God, a guest finally came. Damn it, I don't know why no guests have come since noon today."

"Aren't they going to Diagon Alley?"

"Even if you enter Diagon Alley from somewhere else, have you ever thought about coming out for a drink when you're tired?"

"Is my pub no longer their favorite?"

"Even if it's Christmas, they want to be with their family, but am I not considered one of their family members?"

After a long and nagging rant, he realized that this "guest" had not spoken to him. He looked up and said, "Dear guest, what would you like to drink? It seems like this is your first time in my pub?"

There is no danger.

Kingsley put an armor charm on himself and pushed the door open. "No, not the first time."

Tom was stunned, looking at the strange guest and then at Kingsley.

I didn't quite understand why when I spoke to him, the person who answered was an Auror.

"Sorry, he's not the guest you were expecting." Harry walked in and waved his wand. The stone man returned to its original shape and flew out of the pub, brushing past Tonks who pushed the door open.

"Mr. Potter?" Tom was surprised. "What's going on?"

"Some minor accidents." Harry said briefly, "The reason you don't have any guests today is probably not because others don't treat you as family."

Tom blushed a little: "That was just a metaphor."

"You probably heard about the Death Eaters breaking into Gringotts?" Harry asked him.

Tom shook his head in horror, "Gringotts?"

"Death Eaters broke into Gringotts?"

Kingsley frowned. "It seems that they have made preparations very early, starting at noon. Damn it, the Ministry of Magic didn't receive any news."

"Isn't it normal that I didn't receive it?" Harry shook his head.

Kingsley muttered, saying things like "That was just the Ministry of Magic before, the Ministry of Magic is different now", "Mr. Thicknesse will definitely lead the Ministry of Magic to a bright new future", and "He is completely different from Fudge and the others".

Tonks couldn't help laughing.

They walked to the small patio behind the bar, and Kingsley took out his wand, counted three pieces from the top of the trash can, counted two pieces sideways, and tapped lightly on the weathered stone.

The wall didn't move.

Kingsley knocked hard, and there was a loud thud, but no matter how hard he knocked, it didn't affect the result at all.

"It's blocked by a spell." Kingsley frowned, "Mr. Potter, do you have any solution?"

Harry nodded, raised his wand, pointed it at the wall, took a deep breath, and mobilized all his magic power.

He chanted the spell solemnly.

"Ahora hole open!"

This spell, which they had been taught in their first year, created a surge of energy that washed over the wall - it was a wall, but it was also the portal to Diagon Alley.

The sound of clicking was heard frequently.

The wall began to rotate, bricks and stones flew up with difficulty, and fell out one by one. The spell that maintained the wall tried hard to fight against Harry's spell, but it could not resist the more powerful magic, and little by little, the door to Diagon Alley was opened.

There was a huge crowd, and the crowd exclaimed and poured out from the other side of the wall.

They were all tourists in Diagon Alley, who came out on Christmas Eve to choose gifts for their families and themselves, but no one could have imagined that they would encounter something like this.

certainly……

At first, it had nothing to do with them, after all, it was a matter of Gringotts.

But when the wall leading to the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley could not be opened, they could no longer calm down. It always made them feel that the Death Eaters were going to settle accounts with them.

Tonks stepped forward to maintain order.

Harry waved his wand and cast a spell on the wall, temporarily solidifying it.

"Mr. Abbott." Harry looked at Tom.

Tom responded blankly.

"Mr. Dumbledore will be here soon. Tell him to go directly to Gringotts." Harry walked inside and instructed him, "We will go there first. I will trouble you and Tonks with the things here."

He nodded.

Gringotts.

In the Lestrange family vault.

The dim oil lamp was lit, trying hard and firmly to illuminate the entire vault. The glittering gold galleons, gems, gold and silver utensils were randomly scattered aside, and a golden cup was placed in the center.

Hufflepuff's gold cup.

A replica of the Holy Grail.

Clear water poured into a cup can turn into fine wine, but at this moment, the cup that should be filled with fine wine was filled with scarlet liquid - not wine, but blood.

Gurgling and bubbling.

In the cup, there is a mouth, drinking the blood.

The blood line was connected, and the steaming blood from the twenty corpses continuously flowed into the cup, delivering the breath of life.

Evil and terrifying.

The vault had no sense of luxury or beauty at all, only a chill that penetrated deep into the bones.

A man sitting in the corner suddenly opened his eyes and said in an uneasy tone, "The magic on the wall of Diagon Alley has been broken. It was much faster than we expected. Those damn werewolves didn't delay us for much time at all."

"It's either Dumbledore or that Harry Potter."

A woman with curly hair and a crazy look asked with concern: "How long will it take for the master to be resurrected?"

"It will take at least twenty minutes." Another man replied in a low voice, "I can feel that the master's soul is reviving, but it is not yet stable enough."