You Can Revisit Old Haunts While Making Plans / The Actors in the Bar Are All Quite Good

Lucius rudely interrupted the young ticket seller, who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen, and boarded the bus with a disgusted expression, covering his nose.

The shabby, cheap smell on this is truly nauseating...

Thinking this to himself, he casually tossed a Galleon to the young ticket seller.

"Sir, you haven't told me where you're going yet, so it's hard for me to give you change," the ticket seller Stan, kept asking. "Or, I could offer you some chocolates, a thermos, or a toothbrush of your choice..."

"Damn it, this money should be enough for me to drive around Britain ten times!" Lucius, in an extremely bad mood, slammed a handful of Galleon on the ground. "Take these and shut up, then drive right now!"

"Fine, you're a passenger, you're in charge." Stan Sampark shrugged helplessly, then began collecting the coins on the ground, ignoring Lucius.

It's said that having a bad temper is no big deal, as long as you're rich and foolish, Stan Sampark will treat you as a good passenger.

"Let's drive!"

The car suddenly started, and the sudden acceleration even threw many passengers off their beds, while Lucius, who had just sat down, almost hit his head on the car window.

"You wretched Knight Bus, you wretched Peter Pettigrew... I will never forgive you!"

Amid Lucius Malfoy's curse-like mutterings, the Knight Bus sped off and vanished into the dark streets of London in an instant.

Chapter 314 Making a plan allows for revisiting familiar places.

For Lucius Malfoy, riding the Knight Bus was absolutely the most disgusting and worst experience of his life.

The car reeked of cheap copper rust and the smell of inferior candles. Accustomed to the superior air, Lucius even felt he might have difficulty breathing due to an allergic reaction.

Moreover, the bus was far from comfortable to ride; it was always erratic and frequently had to brake suddenly, even stopping abruptly three times in central London alone.

Watching the passengers getting on and off, Lucius could hardly believe that the Wizarding World had so many penniless people.

After witnessing people vomiting directly on the car on more than one occasion, Lucius finally realized a most serious problem...

That Peter Pettigrew Peter didn't even tell him where to get off!

"Go find the ticket seller." Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice rang in Lucius's ear.

"Who?!" Lucius warily drew his wand, but found nothing unusual around him.

"Go find the ticket seller," the voice repeated, "And then get off at Abergavenny."

Damn it!

Lucius cursed under his breath, knowing this was another trick by Peter Pettigrew. He figured he was the only one in the carriage who could hear him.

However, having already received the next instructions, he simply followed their request and got off the bus in Muggle city known as the 'gateway to Wales '...

So, where do we go next?

Looking at the complete darkness around him, Lucius really wanted to grab Peter Pettigrew by the ear and unleash a torrent of curses... and an Amplifying Charm one at that.

"Now we need to find a way back to London, to the Thames, right in front of Big Ben, and wait there."

"Peter Pettigrew Peter, I'm warning you you'd better stop now!!"

The mysterious voice rang in his ears again, and this time Lucius almost snapped his sanity. He not only pulled out his wand and waved it wildly, but also shouted angrily at those around him!

However, his outburst was merely a performance for the air; the owner of the mysterious voice had already rushed back to London.

Abergavenny is 200 kilometers from central London, and if Lucius wanted to go back, Apparition would only take him less than a minute.

However, someone can only fly, and although the intention was to annoy Lucius, if the guy is kept waiting too long, he might just lose his patience completely.

"You just wait!" Lucius cursed viciously, and just as someone had predicted, he used Apparition to return to London.

Facing the 130-year-old Big Ben and gazing at the shimmering Thames, Lucius immediately understood Peter Pettigrew's intention.

This guy was deliberately stalling for time. Now the Polyjuice Potion has worn off, and my face has returned to its original state!

Standing alone and foolish by the river, enduring the occasional chill of the wind, just as Lucius was about to completely lose his temper, the night bells suddenly rang out in a deep tone.

At that moment, a line of transparent characters mysteriously appeared on the river water in front of him.

The letters were also made of water, but they floated perfectly on the surface of the river, and with the dim light from the riverbank, Lucius could clearly see what they said.

It was an address, Peter Pettigrew told him, to head to the Soho, north of Trafalgar Square, where they would officially meet at a bar.

"Alright, hopefully this is the last time!" Lucius stared venomously at the fading text, then coldly followed Peter Pettigrew's instructions and headed to the next destination to check in.

The furious Lucius had no idea that the pub he was about to head to was the very first pub someone had frequented while hiding in London after escaping his aunt and uncle's family!

The reason Lucius was kept in the dark all this time wasn't entirely to delay the expiration of the Polyjuice Potion he was taking, but rather to make him a target for those 'interested' who were out there scouting, and to draw everyone's attention to that inconspicuous bar.

The person he was meeting tonight had actually been following him ever since the Leaky Cauldron, and had even followed him onto the Knight Bus to Abergavenny before transforming into a bird and flying back to London alone!

Now, Harry, who had arrived at the pub early, had already set everything up and disguised himself as Peter Pettigrew using Polyjuice Potion, sitting comfortably in the corner of the pub where he had sat years ago.

It was here that he wrote his first letter of denunciation, officially beginning his struggle to sue the Dursley Family and break free from Dumbledore's control.

Now, he sits in the same spot once again, but his purpose is to fabricate charges against Lucius Malfoy, attempting to use the power of the Ministry of Magic to bring him to justice and give Dumbledore a final explanation!

While waiting, Harry ordered a glass of milk from the bartender and paid double the price.

Just like before, the milk tasted great, and it was warm.

Squeak~

After finishing a cup of warm, comforting milk, a soft sound came from the bar entrance, Lucius Malfoy, with a stern expression, pushed open the door and entered.

"Hmm?" After looking around for a while, Lucius frowned in confusion.

His confusion didn't stem from discovering any flaws in the bar, but rather from... Peter Pettigrew was simply sitting casually in the corner, without making any attempt at disguise!

However, after much deliberation, he went straight into the bar and headed to the corner where Peter Pettigrew was.

The other party has already spotted him, so let's see what he's up to!

"Peter Pettigrew Peter, how dare you show up like this?" After taking his seat, Lucius looked at Peter Pettigrew with an arrogant expression.

But then, his expression froze involuntarily. "What happened to your eyes?"

Peter Pettigrew's originally shifty-eyed pupils had now turned a dark red, as if they had been soaked in blood, which startled Lucius.

"That's not important." Harry grinned deliberately, revealing two rat teeth beneath his lip. "Mr. Malfoy, it would be strange not to order something since we're in a Muggle pub."

"I won't drink this filthy, rotten stuff!" Lucius scoffed disdainfully, then lowered his voice and asked, "More than half the Auror in the Ministry of Magic are looking for you, and you insist on seeing me at this time? Are you trying to drag me down with you?!"

"Mr. Malfoy, please calm down. We're just in an ordinary Muggle pub. The Auror have no way of finding us here." A hint of disdain flickered across Harry's face. "Have you forgotten that just a few years ago, that runaway kid used these little pubs in London to outwit all the Auror who were after him? They couldn't even catch a kid under ten back then, so how could they possibly catch me?"

Upon hearing this, many of the 'guests' in the bar who were using various magical devices to eavesdrop all showed expressions of righteous indignation.

Several people, in their excitement, nearly crushed their cups, their brows furrowed with the painful memories of the past.

"You're right. Those Auror in the Ministry of Magic are basically either crazy or stupid. Otherwise, they wouldn't have let you escape for so long."

Lucius, quite cooperatively, stabbed everyone in the heart once again.

Chapter 315 The actors in the bar are all quite good.

Harry has to admit that Lucius Malfoy, as an actor without a script, worked with him exceptionally well.

Having been ordered to travel a long way from London to Wales, Lucius was already in a very bad mood, so after entering this Muggle pub, he didn't bother to carefully explore his surroundings.

Furthermore, the fact that Harry, playing Peter Pettigrew, was sitting in the corner exactly as he had imagined might have aroused his suspicion, but it would also have inadvertently lowered his guard.

Therefore, Lucius was unaware that at this moment, there were hardly any ordinary people among the patrons in the bar.

Harry spent a week stirring up trouble, and the Auror of the Ministry of Magic and the reporters of the Daily Prophet have now basically concluded that 'Peter Pettigrew' will most likely appear in this tavern.

They also learned that 'Peter Pettigrew' had come here to meet with one of the Dark Lord's supporters.

Therefore, even if Harry were to appear openly disguised as Peter Pettigrew, the people staking out the area wouldn't immediately attempt to arrest him; they would definitely want to play the long game and catch a bigger fish.

But none of these people knew that Harry had the ability to hear Voice of Magic, and their pretense was nothing but a joke in front of Harry.

He was too embarrassed to tell these people that ever since they walked in, the whole bar had been making a lot of clanging and banging noises, like an orchestra playing music.

So, seeing how much effort they were putting in for nothing, Harry couldn't help but make a small complaint... and surprisingly, Lucius actually played along!

"Let's get down to business, Mr. Malfoy," Harry said, feigning a slightly nervous expression. "You know that your master is in the Albanian Forest."

"No, I have absolutely no knowledge of this." Lucius shook his head immediately, his answer perfectly compliant.

His primary objective for this trip was to try and appease 'Peter Pettigrew,' and he would not make any promises to him unless absolutely necessary.

"Now I'm telling you, Mr. Malfoy, Master is there! And he's very weak and needs our help!" Harry's tone became more agitated. "We must get there and bring Master back so he can slowly recover his strength, and then..."

"Peter Pettigrew, can you confirm the veracity of this information? How do you know he's there?" Lucius tried to deflect Harry's questions. "Besides, even if the information is true, how are you going to accurately locate him in a vast and dangerous forest?"

"Fine, I can tell... you don't want to go, right?!" A flash of anger crossed Harry's face, and with lightning speed, he reached out and grabbed Lucius's left arm!

His sharp nails pierced Lucius's sleeve, while simultaneously gripping the Dark Mark on the other's hand tightly!

This was also what Harry noticed about the anomaly: the Peter Pettigrew he was impersonating not only had blood-red eyes, but also long, sharp fingernails, which seemed to be quite different from ordinary people in subtle ways.

However, this very difference is now being used to manipulate Lucius.

Harry's sudden outburst not only startled Lucius but also nearly caused a riot in the tavern. However, seeing that he made no further moves, the onlookers returned to their usual quiet.

"Let go! You filthy wretch, I order you to get your filthy hands off me right now!"

Lucius struggled, but couldn't break free from the other's monstrous strength. His arm was also pulled painfully, and he was so angry that he almost pulled out his wand.

"Malfoy, you have no right to order me around... No Death Eater except my master has the right to order me around!"

At this moment, Harry's voice, suppressed yet tinged with madness, truly resembled that of a desperate fugitive with nowhere else to turn.

"The truth of what happened back then has been revealed. Those Death Eater were loyal to Master believe that I killed him and have been trying to leave Azkaban to seek revenge. The Auror of the Ministry of Magic, Sirius, and that damned Harry Potter —if they find me, they won't let me go either... I have no other way out now except to bring Master back! Lucius Malfoy, you were also a Death Eater, so I bet you also want Master to return, don't you?"

"I..."

"You have to help me no matter what!" Before Lucius could refuse, Harry tightened his grip on his Dark Mark again. "Finding my master is my only way out, and it's yours too! If you dare refuse, don't blame me for being heartless..."

"Peter, how can I help you?" Lucius instantly put on a sincere and earnest face, and even warmly shook Harry's hand.

There was no way around it; he was now completely certain that the person sitting across from him was a rat that would bite when cornered, a complete madman.

If I don't go along with what he wants today, he'll probably turn around and go back to Draco Hogwarts take down Draco.

"Not to help me, but to help the master, Mr. Malfoy. I knew you were most loyal to the master." Harry grinned, revealing an awkward smile, and placed the Yew Wand that he had prepared beforehand on the table.

"This really is... his wand?!"

Upon seeing the wand in person, Lucius finally believed Harry's words completely and no longer doubted Harry's identity.

The Potter family has been turned into a memorial site, and even if most wizards know that the Dark Lord's wand was lost there, they would be too afraid to approach it.

Only someone as desperate as Peter Pettigrew would risk offending the Dark Lord's remaining power to retrieve this wand from the ruins.

Moreover, only Peter Pettigrew, who can transform into a mouse using Animagus, was able to penetrate deep into the ruins and successfully pull out the wand!

"This is the wand of my master, which I found with great difficulty. It will become the token for us to unite the other followers of my master." Harry pushed the wand towards Lucius. "Mr. Malfoy, I need you to use your influence to gather the supporters of my master back under this wand. As for me, I will venture alone into the Albanian Forest to bring my master back! At the same time, I can also use this opportunity to escape the pursuit of those mad dogs."

"In that case..." Lucius hesitated for a moment, then reached for the wand.

He agreed!

Indeed, at this moment, Lucius felt that there was nothing wrong with agreeing to Peter Pettigrew's request.

Albania is an absolutely dark and eerie place, and whether Peter Pettigrew will succeed going there alone is another matter entirely.

If he succeeds, he will become a major contributor to the Dark Lord's efforts to reunite his forces.

But if he unfortunately fails, then I can simply pretend I've never met him... As for the Dark Lord's wand, of course I've never obtained it either.

With that thought, Lucius smiled and took Voldemort's wand in his hand.

Click click click click click!

However, in the next second, the entire bar descended into chaos.