The Leaky Cauldron.
Hannah was teaching her nephew, Little Abbott, the secret to delicious food.
You had to cook with love and care.
The happy memories you thought of while cooking would make your food taste even better.
Little Abbott studied diligently. After graduating from school, he had begun helping run the Leaky Cauldron.
The establishment was a symbol of the Abbott family.
The Leaky Cauldron was the liveliest pub around. Anyone could order an exquisite custom cocktail or a hearty beer here.
There was a room in the pub set aside for wizards who wanted a quiet place to gather.
Though with all the noise in the pub, it could hardly be called quiet.
Today, a reserved sign hung on that room.
That was unusual. Most wizards preferred to gather in the main hall to chat and drink.
Old Tom wiped the plates. The Leaky Cauldron's history stretched back further than the International Statute of Secrecy, but Hannah had put an end to his old slovenly ways, which had left even the bar counter black with grime.
The Leaky Cauldron now took hygiene seriously. Every business day, Hannah personally led the staff in cleaning the place.
Old Tom had his objections. In his view, a pub ought to be shabby and dirty.
Just like the Hog's Head, whose owner, Aberforth, was an old acquaintance of his.
Little Abbott was run off his feet, serving as both waiter and cashier.
But as the future successor, wasn't a little hardship only to be expected?
Old Tom remained an expert at squeezing every last drop out of his employees.
Harry had finished another pursuit mission.
His target had been a Dark Wizard involved in dark magic experiments on Muggles.
Even a Legendary Auror had needed to put in some effort to catch