'Dad, let's go', Dudley said.
'Fine'.
He drove away from Charing Cross Station, and saw Harry was watching them. He grabbed the Daily Prophet newspaper, and headed towards Diagon Alley. It was cold, and he was rugged up in his Gryffindor scarf, robes, and boots on his feet. Lamps illuminated the wizarding shopping precinct of London. After he paid for his books, and items, as well as making sure his Firebolt Quidditch broom was still there, he saw Hermoine, and Ron.
'What happened, Harry?', Hermoine asked him.
'Bellatrix Lestrange escaped from Azkaban Prison', he answered.
And he showed her her picture.
'She's dangerous. She is Dark Witch'.
'You know about her?', Ron asked.
'Yes, she is a follower of You-Know-Who', she answered.
'Lord Voldemort'.
'Let's go to the Leaky Cauldron', Ron said.
'We have an hour until 11:00 AM', Hermoine said.
'We'd had better hurry, and get a drink', Harry told his friends.
They saw the blackened silvery picture of a witch with the words on the sign; they were eager to have fun, before the teenage witches, and wizards, met their enemies: Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and the dim witted Gregory Goyle.
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