Harry Potter: I started signing in from Diagon Alley

"The minister told me everything that day."

"I won't be expelled from Hogwarts, you know? That would be great, but unfortunately, I'll have to go back to my uncle's house next year."

Although Eric's concern didn't change anything, Harry's heart was still warm.

You know, this is the only person who tries to show him kindness these days.

Among the people I came into contact with these days, needless to say, Fudge and Old Tom treated Harry in a businesslike manner.

Although Old Tom was responsible for looking after Harry, he was not Harry's nanny, and it was impossible for him to stand up and relieve Harry's inner emotions.

And Harry's two good friends, Ron and Hermione, traveled abroad with their families this holiday, and it was difficult to keep in touch with Harry.

Harry didn't have many friends here either, and if Harry felt anything, it was loneliness, and he felt terribly alone.

Although it is very free, there is no one here who can talk to him.

Eric nodded in response: "Really? That's good."

"Why haven't I seen you for so many days? Eric?" Harry asked curiously.

Eric said: "I need to prepare for the start of school. After all, I will go to Hogwarts this year."

"Oh yes!" Harry suddenly realized that Eric was really younger than him.

Immediately afterwards, Harry covered his mouth in surprise at his discovery.

He remembered what Eric had said to him and Fudge that day, and how Fudge had treated Eric.

Eric radiated a confidence Harry had only seen in very powerful adult wizards.

Asking the Minister of Magic to stand obediently and listen to him, Harry thought he would never be able to do it.

And Eric can do it.

Eric looks very young, but no matter how you look at it, he fits the image of a genius wizard.

And he was also very clever, deducing the general development of things just by relying on Fudge's arrival.

Fudge's livid face Harry still could not forget.

Harry thought back to when he was in school, the state he knew nothing about magic.

Eric is much stronger than he was back then.

So Eric must know something about Black.

"Well, if you have nothing to do, Harry, I'm going back to my room."

Seeing Harry staring at him in shock, Eric didn't care, and said with a smile on purpose.

After speaking, Eric was about to get up, but Harry hurriedly stopped him.

"That! Eric!"

"Huh?" Eric stopped, "What's wrong?"

Harry said softly, embarrassedly: "Actually, I have something to do with you."

"It's about what you said about Blake the other day..."

Eric laughed, "I know you'll come to me someday, Harry, but what do you want to know?"

The smile made Harry feel a little overwhelmed. He also saw the good deeds of Black reported in the newspapers, and he didn't understand what was so funny about mentioning Black.

Of course, what confused him the most was Eric's statement that day that Blake was after him.

Harry is straightforward, and he says what comes to his mind.

Harry said eagerly: "I saw the Black you mentioned in the newspaper!"

"Is he really coming for me as you said?"

"What do you think?" Eric didn't answer him immediately, but sat down slowly, then motioned Harry to sit too, and asked a rhetorical question.

Facing this response, Harry scratched his head and said blankly, "I...I don't know."

Eric suddenly waved and shouted to Old Tom at the bar: "Old Tom, two cups of black tea!"

Old Tom was hunched over the bar of the bar, staring at the door boredly, and looked at them when he heard this.

The pot of black tea was placed in front of Old Tom.

Harry waved his hands again and again to show that he didn't need it, but before he could refuse, two cups of black tea flew over half the bar and onto the table of the two of them with the wave of old Tom's wand.

Old Tom glanced at the two of them again, said nothing, put away his wand, and lay down on the bar again.

Eric smiled satisfied, put the sugar cube in the cup and saucer into the black tea, stirred it twice, took a sip, and said to Harry, "Try it, Harry, the tea here is not bad."

Harry didn't refuse this time, and drank the black tea lightly, imitating the example.

"You are a very courageous man, Harry. Even though I haven't entered school, I have heard of the deeds you have done. Considering your age, it is really remarkable."

Eric looked at Harry and smiled.

This sudden compliment made Harry blush, and at the same time he felt a little strange, Eric was obviously younger than him, and when the two of them talked, Eric seemed like an adult, while Harry just Can passively follow Eric's topic.

"Because of this, Harry, it is indeed what you think. I know some things inside, but I can't tell you."

"Why?" Harry asked curiously.

Eric said softly: "You think you are a brave and indomitable Gryffindor. This is the philosophy you have always believed in, and you have never flinched from challenges."

"It's a good thing and a bad thing."

"You have the courage to face challenges, but it doesn't mean you are qualified to stand in that position."

"You are not enough now, far from enough."

Chapter 30 Only He Knows

Harry was even more confused by Eric's words.

what challenge?What qualifications?What is not enough?

Harry looked at Eric blankly.

Did he really speak English?

Harry could only stammer, "I don't quite understand what you're talking about."

Eric ignored him and continued with a smile, "Sorry, Harry, old Tom asked me a similar question that day."

"What I said to him at the time was that I hope everyone can face their own heart honestly and find their own path."

"I admire people who have real courage, and I mean, people who see what's wrong and stand up to something."

"For those I admire, I will help them, which of course includes you."

"There are some things I hope you will discover by yourself."

"Whether you admit it or not, your status is very special."

"You have the attention and support of many people from the beginning."

"Naturally, your fate is also connected with these people."

"And now you are not ready to face these truths."

Harry and Eric sat in a corner of the bar.

Now it is the time when the sun is at its strongest, and the sun beats on Eric's back through the narrow window, forming a colorful halo above Eric's head, setting off Eric's face become darker and more mysterious.

Harry sat across from Eric. Although he felt that the perspective was a bit dazzling, he was still firmly attracted by Eric's appearance.

Eric's voice seemed to have a magical power, and it completely attracted Harry's attention.

He opened his mouth wide, not knowing how to answer.

Eric's statement was as tactful as possible, but it was indeed beyond Harry's understanding.

In Harry's cognition, his current life is still mainly based on eating, drinking and having fun.

Although he did a few things that were considered incredible by his classmates, they were only a very small number of cases.

Harry is quite satisfied with his life at Hogwarts, at least much better than his previous life.

The peaceful environment did not give Harry a chance to think about these issues.

After a moment of silence, Harry could only hold back one sentence: "You mean...my magic power is not enough?"

Harry could only take it that way.

Harry was very positive about Eric's first impression.

When Harry suddenly came to an unfamiliar environment, it was Eric who made a sound to rescue Harry, and it was Eric who was the first to show kindness to him.

In his conception, he hadn't considered the possibility of Eric refusing to tell him, and Harry couldn't accept it all of a sudden.

"It's not just a question of strength." Eric shook his head and nodded his head with his fingers, "No one expected that a little wizard who was still in the third grade could achieve any amazing achievements, or how powerful he was. "

"What I'm referring to is your vision and the way you think."

"Let me guess, all along, for the professors, and some people who care about you, have you never been willing to doubt them?"

"You can tell exactly who is really kind to you and who is not kind to you."

"It's a wonderful talent, and I guess it has something to do with the environment you grew up in."

"Being brought up by someone like your uncle, if you don't have such ability, I'm afraid you won't be able to persist."

"But what I'm saying is that you never try to put things in perspective."

"Some things, seeing may not be believing, not to mention, sometimes what you see may not be the whole truth."

"Sometimes you are just wishful thinking, willing to be wrapped up in your own emotions."

"This kind of emotion will easily dominate you and make you sink deeper and deeper."

Harry said blankly, "...I don't understand."

Regardless of his fame, Harry is only a 13-year-old boy after all.

In his usual dealings with his friends, Harry was straightforward, saying whatever he had.

Now I suddenly met Eric who was so chatty, and I just told him I was dumbfounded.