Chapter 1695 (1/2)

It took a long time for simple Harry Potter to recover. He squatted down and picked up the card. Then he gave it back to the old man. When he stood up, he was still in a trance.

”How did she do it?”

The old man put away the card, patted Harry gently on the shoulder and said something penetrating:

”I think people are different from each other. Whether it's talent or fate, what do you think?”

Sure enough, Harry Potter covered his chest, and his face suddenly became very tired.

Looking at the young Mr. Porter suffering from psychological trauma, the old man with a Chocolate Frog card in front of him smiles, with a worldly indifference in his eyes.

In fact, the old man knew very well that what happened to Hermione had nothing to do with it, just because the death knell proved that money is what you want.

I was still wrong. If I had known that through the economy, behind the scenes control can achieve the effect of unifying the magic world, why should we kill so many people?

When hallidan felt his rifle was not fragrant, his peers had become the magic benchmark, and he had achieved nothing.

Thinking of this, he recalled the old man's words and asked:

”Sir, have you known our headmaster before?”

The old man came back to his senses with a smile on his face. He turned to help Harry find the matching ammunition:

”he and I have known each other for a long time, but it's a pity that we made a little unhappy. So when he came here the other day, I was embarrassed to go up to see him.”

Harry nodded vaguely. He was not very good at saying anything about the relationship between adults. Instead, he asked:

”what do you think I should do after graduation? I've been thinking these days that I don't seem to have any expertise to make a living

”Oh? Do you want to work in this store after graduation? ”

The old man turned and he was smiling gracefully.

It's hard to say why an old man has such a refined and intimate ambivalence. Harry saw him as if he wanted to spit out everything in his heart.

”No, no, I didn't Harry shook his head in a hurry. The other day, he saw Professor McGonagall training those Gryffindor seniors like dead dogs. He didn't want to be seen working here in the future: ”I want to ask, now that I'm going to be in the fourth grade, is it still time to cultivate a specialty?”

”It's too late to cultivate, but maybe you have your own advantages, but you don't find them.” The old hand handed over several magazines, and his warm eyes seemed to be looking at his grandson: ”the person who can answer this question is often the one who knows you best, that is, your enemy. Obviously, I am not.”

”Enemy?”

Harry thought, as for asking Voldemort what advantages he had, it was impossible. Everyone said he was dead.

What enemies do you have? It seems to be gone. Although Professor Snape always criticizes him, it is basically limited to school.

When I met him outside school, the old bat thought he was the air. He didn't even want to look at him. If he inadvertently turned his eyes on him, Snape dodged as if he had been electrified.

Ron always spoke ill of Snape, but Neville, who was scolded most by the potions Professor, firmly believed that Snape was a good teacher even though he was terrible.

Harry thought Snape was Gryffindor's enemy, but not his own.

So it seems that only Draco can answer this question...

”I see, thank you.”

”By the way, you play first. I'll get you something good.”

The old man smilingly left, his slightly shaking back a few steps back, instantly disappeared in the air.

”No... alas.”

Harry didn't know what to ask. As a clerk here, the old man had to launch such a clever magic spell to hide himself, but maybe that was his hobby?

He shrugged, picked up his rifle and began to enjoy pulling the bolt.

In the evening, Harry, who returned to the broken cauldron bar in the guest room, struggled to get into bed because he had played too much today, his shoulders were blue and blue, and his arms were as soft as noodles, but he was painful and happy.

Originally, he wanted to refuse other people's gifts. After playing in the shop for so long, it was still not good to take other people's things.

However, when he saw the so-called gift, he could not refuse it at all.

These are some pictures, of Lily and James, Harry's parents.

At first, he didn't even recognize who the two were, or the old man told him.

They are said to have been taken on a date in seventh grade, hanging in a photo studio in Diagon Alley. They are now returned to their original owners.

When they died, Harry was too young to have a vague impression. He had heard that Dumbledore had a magic mirror that he wanted to borrow to see his parents.But in the first grade, Hermione was so quick that Harry didn't even have a chance to borrow the mirror. It was later said that it was destroyed in the battle.

Now that he got these photos, Harry's wish was satisfied. He was moved beyond measure. He hugged the old man and kissed him several times, which made him laugh.