The next day, Lawrence stepped into the magical zoo located in Diagon Alley. The small shop was covered with cages everywhere, all kinds of toads, owls, huge tortoises, and orange snails crawled slowly in the glass box, leaving unknown traces where it passed.

"The color-changing snail..." Lawrence muttered, his eyes flashed over a group of noisy crows. He found a big ginger cat staring at a group of black mice playing with their tails, as if thinking about how to open the cage.

"Hey, what you want to do is not that right." Lawrence couldn't help but say this as he looked at the cat. The cat turned his head, his face was a little flat, and he looked irritable, as if he was accusing Lawrence of interrupting his leisure activities.

"I'm just telling the truth, huh?" Lawrence didn't care whether the cat could understand it. He couldn't help but complain. The cat turned around and Lawrence swore that he heard it make a sound disdainful sound.

"Crook Hill has been in our store for a long time," the clerk came over to introduce, "It is a smart big cat, but no one wants to buy it because of its appearance."

"Your name is Mount Crook?" Lawrence stretched out a hand at it, but Mount Crook pushed Lawrence's hand away. It made a demonstration cry, obviously still blaming Lawrence for interrupting its leisure activities.

"It doesn't seem to want me to buy it." Lawrence found it too interesting.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, we have many different cats here..." the clerk said incessantly, but Lawrence just shook his head.

"I'll come again," Lawrence said with a smile. "I'll bring interested people here, and I hope you can find the master who wants to follow him by then."

Crook Hill purred and seemed to agree. Lawrence did not look at other pets. After seeing such a spiritual big cat, he felt not so satisfied. He walked back to the bar of the scattered cauldron, borrowed the owl from his boss Tom, and sent a thank-you letter and a box of cookies to Professor McGonagall. He remembered that there were the same snacks in Professor McGonagall's office.

Time flies quickly, July is coming to an end, and the British Ministry of Magic makes a major mistake, Sirius, a major prisoner in Azkaban. Black escaped from the Wizard Prison, and his portrait was covered with every wall of Diagon Alley, a thin man with shoulder-length hair,

"Blake..." Lawrence knew this surname, which was the oldest pure blood family in England. In the last war, the family's direct line suffered a devastating blow, Sirius. Black is the only surviving direct member.

A few days later, an unexpected guest came to the Burnt Cauldron Bar, Connelly, the Minister of the English Ministry of Magic. Fuji,

"Secretary, why are you here?" Lawrence asked curiously, he was having dinner, Fudge was wearing his pinstriped coat, looking a little anxious.

"Oh, Lawrence, I'm so happy to see you," Fudge said enthusiastically, and he patted Lawrence on the shoulder, "It's awful thing, it's so bad."

"It's worse than Black?" Lawrence pointed to the newspaper and asked. Now, the Daily Prophet will report about Sirius every day. Black's news, every day, chaotic news comes,

"So that's it" Fudge sighed, "Harry just blew his aunt into a balloon-"

"Uh?" Lawrence blurted out, "Even if you want to practice magic, you should have to wait for school to start, right?"

"It's just---Hmm! No, in fact, as far as we know, it seems that his aunt angered him and made Harry lose control," Fudge cleared his throat and said, "When the memory-removing master of the ministry arrived, Harry was gone. According to the driving records of the Knight Bus, the car had stayed nearby. We judged that Harry might have taken the Knight Bus."

"This is the destination?" Lawrence asked,

"Yes, you know that even if we stop the car, the Knight Bus will still send Harry to the destination according to the ride contract, unless someone is willing to pay the breach of contract," Foggy paused for a moment and continued, "But in our position, we don't intend to punish Harry, so I'll come here to wait for him."

"Secretary, I want to ask about Sirius Black," Lawrence asked. "How did he be considered a supporter of Voldemort? I have not found any record of the deliberation panel-"

"Oh my god, yes, you certainly can't find the relevant records," Fudge said uneasy when he heard the name, "Blake was not tried at all after being caught, so naturally there would be no court record--"

"No trial?" Lawrence hesitated.

"I know what you want to say, kid, in fact, in that horrible era, not many people were sent to Azkaban after trial. Of course, it may be possible that some people were innocent," Fudge said. "But I must say that we have the testimony provided by Principal Dunbulido, who confirmed that Black was the secret keeper of the Porter and even after the defeat of "the man who cannot speak famously" it was Black who confirmed the death of the Porter to Principal Dunbulido."

"Huh?" Lawrence was startled. Suddenly, his mind flashed through the memory that Dumbledore showed him, the big silver dog and the voice of the panicked man, (Note 1)

"Not to mention the murder of Pet Peter and the twelve Muggles," Foggy showed a positive look. "I was one of the few people who came first at that time. Black stood on the street that was blown to pieces and laughed wildly, while Pet Peter was left with only a little wreck - that little finger."

"And after being arrested, he just laughed and cried," Fudge seemed to be in a state of excitement, and he kept talking, "I think he must be crazy, right?"

Lawrence did not answer, and at this moment, there was a loud sound of brakes outside the bar, and Forge jumped out of his seat.

"It must be Harry, oh, Lawrence," Fudge said hastily. "Please try not to tell Harry what I just said. We believe that Black's goal is Harry-"

"What?" Lawrence was shocked. This was not good news.

"I visited Azkaban before Black escaped," Fudge tidied up his coat. "I was surprised and uneasy. He looked so normal. The dementor didn't seem to have much impact on him. He even asked me for a newspaper. A few days before he escaped from prison, the jailers heard him say something..."

"What's the matter?"

"'That boy - in Hogwarts.', I think you can understand now why the Ministry of Magic is so nervous about Harry's situation?" Fudge said to Lawrence with a smile, "Come together? I think Harry is not so nervous when he sees familiar people."

Fudge turned and walked out of the bar. Lawrence thought about it and followed him. They went to greet Harry together. After that day, there was another tenant who lived with Lawrence on the Burning Bar.

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Author's words: I thought about it and it would be better for Crook Mountain to be taken care of by Hermione!

Note 1: Volume 1, Chapter 3, "The Day in Memory".

By the way, I have always forgotten orz...Thanks to the [Radish VS Stick] for the evaluation ticket!
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