Strange meeting

- May I have a look at your passports, young people? - asked a polite bald uncle in semicircular glasses, sitting at the counter in the hotel, which Harry and I liked.

We both looked at each other and hesitated.

- I forgot at home ... - Harry muttered, quickly turning his eyes at me. - Excuse me, but it is possible without documents?

- Sorry but no.

We moved away from the counter.

- Ask Kreacher to deliver your papers - I whispered.

- If I still had them. I don't have a Muggle passport, and wizards consider wands and magic to be their identification.

Well, yes, shinobi have the same thing - except for the chakra and the personal file code on the reverse side of the hitai, there are also no "documents".

- Tell me, how do these documents look? For me to make shadow copies.

- Well ... - Harry hesitated, - Should have looked at Emma's and Jess's. I can't explain it to you on my fingers. Uncle Vernon keeps them in his wallet ...

- Then we'll have to rob someone to look at the documents, - I grinned. - And then I was already determined to stay here, I wonder how everything is arranged here in hotels ... But, in principle, we can climb in and spend the night in the room.

- Oh well ... - Harry drawled. - Then I will not be able to sleep, worrying that we ... That we will be discovered.

- Well, yes, - I agreed with his arguments. - You can forget about the rest. Constant vigilance will be required.

Harry chuckled for some reason.

- What?

- We have a former Auror at Order of the Phoenix who also talks about constant vigilance. As he barks in your ear: "Constant vigilance!". You will already jump.

- I'd be vigilant, I would have thrown some spell of my own at him so that he didn't sneak anymore, - I chuckled, and Harry seemed to be seriously thinking.

We left the hotel, and I almost fell, tripping over something, more precisely, over someone. And so, damn it, we agreed on "constant vigilance", I myself completely relaxed here. Only by a miracle did not wear down the child. Stop. Child?

- Girl, what are you doing here so late? - Harry turned his head in search of adults and so did I. No adults were found.

- Hey, and I know her, - moving closer to the light that poured from the windows of the hotel, I recognized the little girl. - This girl was at the cafe where we had dinner with Emma and Jess.

- Jesse, - the girl repeated after me, looking at us with all her eyes, and pointing at herself with her finger.

- What, your name is Jessica? - Harry asked.

- Uh-huh, I'm Jessica, - the small one was delighted with such intelligence.

- How did she get here? It's more than a block from the Elephant House to this hotel ... - Harry asked me absently.

- Are you the Halli Pottel? - this was also addressed to me, but from a girl. And in the lisp pronunciation I recognized the name of the wizard who had summoned me here. We looked at each other at the same time.

- Are you talking about Harry Potter, Jessica? - I asked her carefully.

- Uh-huh, you're Hally Pottel, I've seen the wizalding- she said.

Harry enlightened me last night about the magical International Secrecy Statute. We, of course, also do not say that every dog ​​knows about a hidden village, and even more so of its location, that is why it is hidden. But almost everyone knows about the existence of shinobi, as such. And with them, among the wizards, only the wizards themselves and those who are involved, for example, the wizard's Muggle parents or siblings, who did not have magic, know about the existence of magic and they themselves. I didn't feel magic in the girl. And no one in that cafe, so it was very strange to hear Harry's name from the lips of a three-year-old girl.

- Listen, baby, how do you know about Harry? - I smiled broadly. My appearance always helps when working with a "client", strangers and children usually trust me, which is important in our work. Nobody tells them that I am "a little bit of a demon."

- My mom wlites about you. Abotl Hally Pottel. Where are your lound glasses? - She showed with her hands how round Harry Potter's glasses should be, and from this he flinched, it seems, and something began to reach him.

- Little girls shouldn't walk alone in the dark. Let's take you to your mother, - I said tenderly to the child. - And at the same time you will tell us everything.

- Ok - Jessica agreed, smiling. - But will you show me some magic?

After thinking, I made a shadow soft green frog. Who would believe a three-year-old girl if they don't believe in "magic" here?

- I'm sorry, but she will disappear when we get to your mom, okay? - I handed to the girl a temporary gift.

- Kelmit! - She immediately gave the name to the toy, hugging it to her.

- Jesse, do you know where your home is? - Harry asked the girl who was keen on gripping the frog.

- Yes, with Aunt Dee's house ... - was an exhaustive answer.

- I think we should take her to the cafe where I saw her. There, the owner seems to know her. Come on, Jessica, - she took my hand, the other tightly holding the toy to her.

- Listen, how does she know my name? - Harry whispered in my ear.

- Uh-huh, well done, you quickly think, - I chuckled quietly. - Considering that that woman in the cafe was her mother, who writes a story about you, and at the same time she is not a sorceress at all, but an ordinary muggle, this is fucking weird.

- Jesse, can you ride on my neck? - I asked the girl, because with her we walked very slowly, and she seemed to be tired. She squealed happily and grabbed me.

We reached the Elephant House, but the cafe was already closed.

- It's quarter past ten, - Harry looked at his watch. - They closed fifteen minutes ago.

- Jessica! Jesse! - there were shouts in the street. - Jessica!

Harry and I hurried there.

- Mother! - apparently, my passenger recognized the voice.

The same woman from the cafe ran out to us. Slightly disheveled, scared and confused.

- Oh God, Jesse! You were found! My girl! Baby!

I took the girl off her neck, not forgetting to put the toy away. She ran to her mother, hugging her neck.

- Mother! Hally Pottel's inhabited me! He is a true wizald, I saw it myself! - the girl immediately handed us over.

- Excuse her, - the woman smiled embarrassedly. - I started writing story, and she is my only listener. Thanks for finding her, boys.

Jessica darted back to us and grabbed me.

- Mom, they are wizalds!

- Sorry, - the woman was embarrassed again. - We live nearby. Maybe some tea?

- Of course, - I smiled broadly. - We would love to, right, friend?

- Do not think that I ... Jesse ... I turned away only for a minute, and she disappeared somewhere.

- I went aftel the wizalds, mom, - the girl was indignant, who kept trying to explain to her mother why she had gone away. Hmmm, it seems that not only the cat was sitting in those bushes.

- I'm Joanna, - the girl's mother introduced herself to us.

- My name is Nart, and this is RJ, we arrived today from London, - I smiled broadly, sending rays of goodness, and the slightly nervous woman relaxed.

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- So what kind of story are you writing? - I asked when we reached a small apartment in a two-story building with high checkered windows.

- I'm writing a story about a wizard boy, - Joanna smiled shyly again, sipping her tea. - True, while this story is not interesting to anyone, many publishing houses refused me. They say that they do not want to study children's literature.

- Maybe you can tell us what this story is about? - I smiled. - After all, Jessica considered me the hero of your story, and my friend and I are curious.

- Mom, I'm telling you, I'm telling you, but you don't talk to me! It's Hally Potter for sure! - Jessica was indignant.

- I'll put her to bed. Sorry, I'll be back soon, - our hostess put the lock of hair behind her ear.

- It's kind of weird, - Harry whispered to me when the woman left.

- Be calm, RJ, we'll find out soon enough.

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