Chapter 159

Hogwarts: Start Fusion Phoenix Bloodline Chapter 159

"Senior York, have we met before?" Harry Potter asked in surprise.

Peter looked at the thin Harry Potter at this time, his hair was messy, he was wearing an old pair of glasses, his coat was very fat, and his body was thin as if he had not eaten enough.

"Harry, can I call you that?" You asked with a smile, and then explained to him, "I once met you in the Reptile Hall, when you released a big python, and I was shocked, and I was very impressed!" "

"Master York, aren't you from a wizarding family?" Harry Potter was very surprised, he thought that this elegant and handsome, aristocratic-looking senior was a descendant of the wizarding world.

"Just call me Peter, don't be too nervous Harry, you're a celebrity in the wizarding world!" Others may get it wrong, but you absolutely won't! Enjoy your magical journey! Peter's eyes were bright, and he smiled comfortingly.

"Peter, how do you know…?" Harry Potter looked at Peter in amazement.

Since receiving the Owl's acceptance letter, and then being brought here by Hagrid. His heart was always uneasy, wondering if Hagrid could make a mistake, he was looking for another Harry Potter.

Maybe after a while, he would tell him that he had found the wrong person, and then send him back to the Dursley family, who could only live in the closet and did not have enough to eat every day.

"Why would you know what you think is right?" Peter looked at him with a smile and tapped his finger on his head, "This is my talent, a fun ability, and of course most of the time I turn it off!" "

"You're a mind reader, right?" That's cool! Harry Potter exclaimed with a look of surprise.

"Dementors to be precise! You'll learn this magic later. Peter smiled slightly and said he didn't have to care.

"Peter York, you're a born dementor!" Professor Quirrell on the side was so excited that he forgot to stutter, and looked at Peter with panic and vigilance on his face.

Peter looked at Professor Quirrell's reaction and asked with a smile, "Professor, don't you have to worry about me seeing your brain, did you learn brain occlusion, why can't I read your mind from the beginning?" "

As soon as he heard Peter's words, and then saw that Peter really did not look like a lie, especially when he suddenly received a voice coming from the back of his head, he was immediately relieved.

Then he reverted to cringing, stuttering and explaining, "I… My headscarf, is… It was sent by a Middle Eastern prince, on… It used him above… The magic on their side should… It should be so. "

"That's the case, Professor Quirrell, you're so lucky, there are very few props that can block the Dementor's mind!" Peter looked envious, as if he really believed his lies.

"Ha… Haha, this is… It's a gift, so… So it's been… Wear it straight on your head! Professor Quirrell said hesitantly, and then laughed nervously to himself.

"Well, it's time for us to go to Diagon Alley!" Peter, you too, go with us. Hagrid interrupted their communication, then urged.

"That's just right, I'm just going to buy something, I haven't bought any books in the third grade yet, and I have to go back to Madame Mokin's shop to buy robes, and the old robes have become shorter." Peter said yes.

"Goodbye Professor Quirrell!" The silly harry potter, also politely waved to the professor behind him.

The three of them came to the small patio behind the bar, and Peter stood quietly to the side, watching Hagrid triumphantly demonstrate to Harry Potter how to operate into Diagon Alley.

"Wow!" Magic novice Harry saw such a magical sight for the first time.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley, Harry!" Hagrid smiled and said.

On the first step in Diagon Alley, Hagrid takes Harry Potter to Gringotts to get the money.

"Hagrid, you take Harry to get the money." I've had enough money and I don't need to go there again. Peter said he wanted to be separated from them.

"Okay, then we'll see you at Hogwarts!" Hagrid nodded.

Speaking of money, Peter now has a large source of money in the wizarding world, all contributed by the Rozier family. Heyman Rozier gave Peter the keys to the Rozier family, Gringotts in England.

He had visited the vault, which contained a hill of golden gallons, a lot of magic books, and some potions and magic props, all neatly arranged on the shelves of countless magic supplies.

Peter could not help but sigh that the Rozier family was indeed an ancient and rich pure-blood family. But now this family is in its own hands!

As for the Rozier family on the British side, told Peter not to worry. After separating hundreds of years ago, the two families had no contact except for the same surname.

Peter's first stop was to go to Madame Mokin's shop, his tall man was so fast that the previous year's student long-distance running was no longer suitable.

Walking into Madame Mokin's robe shop, I saw a pale blond hair, a pale melon face, and an impatient little boy standing on his feet, being teased by a self-tailored ruler.

The little boy became restrained as soon as he saw Peter come in, an 11-year-old kid, always a little nervous in the face of a senior student who looked older than himself.

Mrs. Mokin was not in the front at this time, and should have been busy after the shop, so Peter leisurely came to the chair and sat down.

As for the boy, it was easy to guess from his hair that it was malfoy's, the one named Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter's nemesis at school.

Neither of them spoke, and the shop was quiet.

Then Draco Malfoy, as if plucking up enough courage, greeted Peter nervously, "Are you the senior at Hogwarts?" "

Peter was a little surprised, his impression of Draco Malfoy, but an arrogant guy, did not expect to take the initiative to say hello. So he nodded and said, "I'm a third-year student at Slytherin House, you're a new student, welcome to the Hogwarts family!" "

"Really, Senior! My dad graduated from Slytherin House and I want to go to Slytherin too! The boy had a smile of excitement on his face, as if he had found an organization, and eagerly introduced himself, "Senior, my name is Draco Malfoy, and I belong to the Malfoy family!" "

"Hello, Draco Malfoy, my name is Peter York, and I should be your immediate senior in the future." Peter nodded at him and said.

"York? Does a pure-blood family have this surname? Senior, are you from a foreign family? Draco Malfoy knew the pure-blood family name of the British wizarding community very well, saying that he had not heard of it.

"It's not that you're mistaken, I'm from the Muggle world, and my parents are ordinary people!" Peter shook his head and said.

"No way, Slytherin never recruits mud seeds!" Draco Malfoy shook his head excitedly, expressing disbelief, for in his opinion that Slytherin was the worst thing to do was to recruit mixed-race students, and had never heard of recruiting pure Muggle-born students.

Peter shook his head, and he knew there would be such a reaction. These pure-blood families have instilled the concept of pure-blood nobility into their children from an early age. Make them hate and despise Muggles and Muggle-born wizards, calling them "mud seeds."

As if reacting to his own overexcited emotions, Draco Malfoy's pale cheeks glowed with a faint flush. Trying to prove that Peter was lying, he asked, "Senior, are you kidding, Slytherin never recruits Muggle-born wizards!" ".

"You're wrong, Mr. Malfoy, Slytherin has only been in almost a hundred years, and hasn't admitted Muggle-born students. The history of the school records that there was more than one pure Muggle-born student in Slytherin! Peter looked at the somewhat agitated boy lightly, "Besides, I was indeed a Muggle born, and I don't have to lie to you!" ".