The breakfast at The Leaky Cauldron was atrocious, nothing compared to Hogwarts. Harry even thought the food tasted a little like dishcloth.
But he had not had so much as a bite of egg in three days.
So no matter how bad the food was, he still wolfed it down, then drank two large glasses of milk.
Compared to the first time he had come to The Leaky Cauldron, when the patrons had stared at him like he was some rare animal, Harry now felt like an ordinary passerby. No one paid attention to him at all. At most, they would glance from afar at the Lightning Scar on his forehead, and that was it.
Harry could not tell whether the adult wizards drinking here had been going since last night or had come specifically to start drinking early in the morning. All he could hear was that their current topic was Hermione Granger.
Taking courses from seven schools at once for a year and earning outstanding grades in every one of them was something even Dumbledore had never accomplished. The Daily Prophet seemed as though it had been bought off, praising Miss Granger in every way imaginable.
Some well-connected wizards had even brought in several foreign newspapers, including the New York Spectre. They were all promoting Hermione's contributions to the development of friendship among the younger generations of different countries.
Not to mention that certain rumors from the school had spread into the Magic World. People now generally believed that she was Lady Ravenclaw reincarnated, the hope of the United Kingdom's future.
Harry had no idea what was going on. How could one person attend school in seven places at once?
He asked Sirius, who was eating a sandwich beside him. Sirius clearly knew what made it possible, but