«Why did you scare the girl?»

«Who?»

Pat looked at me with laboratory-experimental interest.

«Well, not me. Look, Potter, people are already shying away from you! What did you do to the poor girl?»

It is worth saying that this scene made me a little tense And I also felt how these two girls were looking at me very intensely.

"She fell in love," I tried to laugh it off, " at first sight. And you sit and be jealous.»

«He's jealous, Harry» Lou supported me. «you see, he turns pale, then blushes, his hands are shaking…»

«Whose hands are shaking?» Pat snapped.

Lou wasn't listening to him anymore.

"Harry, they're looking at you. They stare intently.

«I'm aware of it. Maybe they confused me with someone else? But this curly-haired one was SO staring at my scar! As if she knows more about him than I do!»

Pat grinned.

"Harry, you're going to get paranoid just a little bit more. Don't worry!»

Yes, of course, nothing supernatural happened. Well, some girl stared at me, so maybe she's a psycho? There are a lot of crazy people in London…

"Harry, she doesn't look crazy," our madcap said, as if reading my thoughts.

Lou behaved extremely adequately today.

And Pat was very amused by all this.

"Potter, aren't you hiding anything from us?"

Pat shouted my last name too loudly, and I probably should have smoked from the two stares directed at me.

I got up. Well, that's it, I'm sick of it!

My best friend stared at me stupefied and even moved away. Along with the chair.

"Hey, Harry, I was just kidding! Only without aggression!

Lou looked blankly from Pat to me and back again.

«You're not going to…»

It seems that my friends misunderstood me.

I turned around and walked resolutely towards these two girls.

«Girls, I'm sorry, but do you have any problems?»

And why was I so angry? Although, frankly, it happens to me. Some little thing so pisses me off that at least throw yourself on the walls.

They both blushed and looked up at me in silence. Then they shook their heads together.

At this time, two guys came into the cafe. They seemed to be tipsy. Oh, I don't like this. I really don't like it…

"Then, just like that, for the future," I continued to rage. It's necessary to be so angry! «it's indecent to stare at strangers!»

"Harry, Harry! My friend, calm down, " Pat's hand fell on my shoulder, and a soothing note appeared in his voice."Let's get out of here," Lou said. She and Pat always coped with me even in the most difficult moments.

We had almost reached the door when suddenly the redhead rushed after us.

"But you're ... you're Harry Potter! The one with the lightning scar! "

The three of us froze. To say that I was stunned is not to say anything.

"Are you familiar with them?! Pat asked with some disbelief and looked at me as if the terrible secret of my double life was about to be revealed. And in fact, I am a young maniac who escaped from prison and is wanted in ten countries.

I didn't have time to answer. A drunken voice came from somewhere to the side

"Hey, Ed, this is the same girl who broke your nose two months ago!

«Damn, " Pat hissed.

- It's a pity that only the nose, - our friend coolly declared.

Of course, I didn't immediately recognize these guys. Despite the fact that there were four of them that day. Damn, and they had to get so drunk in the middle of the day! And fall into this quite decent cafe. And run into us.

It really happened a couple of months ago. We were celebrating our Lou's birthday at an amusement park. Everyone was having fun, but Lou couldn't help but attract some kind of trouble. And, as always, there was an incident.

These guys came to Lou to "get acquainted" when Pat and I, her loyal knights, were away on a very important matter. Perhaps everything would have been fine if Lou, without hesitation in her expressions,would not have sent them to hell. Well, in principle, everyone can imagine what followed next. Pat and I came up and asked what was the matter. They answered. Well, we will not keep silent on such expressions either. They answered too.

Believe me, Pat and I are not action heroes. They would have beaten us if the park guards hadn't separated us. Miraculously, there were no police.

And this idiot Louie really got punched in the nose. Wow, she broke it. This girl was always full of surprises.

It is unlikely that these types have simply forgotten everything. they stared at us, clenching their fists. The barmaid behind the counter looked at us quite calmly, probably considering whether to call the police. The girls, who knew my name from nowhere, looked at us with fright.

In short, it smelled fried.

And, by the way, where is the security?

"Don't worry, we'll pay for the glass."

"Of course. For this, I will become an eternal slave of your relatives. Although, no. I need to start preparing internally for Saint Brutus."

"To whom? "

" Not to whom, but to what. It's like a colony school for youngsters with ineradicable criminal tendencies. "

" Is it you, Potter, who have ineradicable criminal tendencies? "My

uncle has been threatening to send me there since I was eleven years old. And it still threatens! And now he will carry out the threats."

" I will bring you broadcasts."

"That's so sweet of you, Pat. Don't forget to bring a file in a loaf."

"Don't worry, Patrick, your sweet aunt will not stand such impudence on your part and will also shove you into "The Holy Brutus". So it's Me who will bring you the broadcasts, boys" " Don't call me Patrick! It pisses me off."

"Lou, do you know what a file looks like? "

"Shut up, all of you!"

We all three stared at the girl with curls. He and the Redhead were sitting in the opposite half of the pre-trial detention cell in which we found ourselves, and they looked absolutely unhappy. Of course, it was also bad for me, because the very thought of what would happen when the police called my relatives froze my insides. But they felt like shit in a special way.

Curly looked at me no longer with reverent delight (which pleased me), but with resentment and bewilderment. It's like I just found out that Santa Claus doesn't exist.

"Why did you break the window, please tell me?!"

"Do I?!!!"

"I haven't laid a finger on him!"

Yes, it all looked very bad.

As I said before, shit hit the fan. These assholes blocked our passage.

"Let me pass," Pat said rather gruffly.

The one that Ed with a broken nose, of course, did not listen, and threw a drunken look at me.

"Look, and this is the bespectacled man who pushed Colin into a puddle!"

"Who are you calling bespectacled?!" I was furious.

And anyway, it wasn't a puddle. It was a pond. And I didn't push anyone. The fool fell in there himself. Well, maybe I helped a little… "Come on, guys, go arrange a showdown in another place!" - the barmaid shouted, - "preferably away from here!"

"No, we'll arrange a showdown here!"

And leads to... the one that Ed swung at me, I dodged, and he not calculating the strength, fell right on the table of these two girls and, of course, knocked it over. They squealed in unison and jumped to their feet.

And I got a punch in the jaw from his friend. And Lou kicked him under the kneecap for this. And Pat got it from Ed, who quickly recovered. But Pat always pays back his debts.

In short, the fight turned out to be even worse. Probably, we would have been separated, but there was no one else in the cafe. The barmaid was just calling the police when I caught some nervous movement of curls to the inner pocket. And I'm not the only one.

"Wait, Ed! This girl has a gun!!! - the second idiot shouted like a scalded idiot – - let's get out of here!!!

And they would have left if (how did this happen???) the window pane suddenly didn't shatter. By what miracle no one was seriously injured, I can't imagine. And how it crashed, too. But I know for sure that this is not my handiwork.

And why did this girl decide otherwise?

"I haven't laid a finger on him!"

"Then who do it?"

"Did you really have a gun?" Pat asked with interest, looking at curly.

"I didn't have any gun!" she almost cried out with tears.

"I was just asking," Pat snorted, " why were you reaching for your pocket then?"

The girl glared at him and muttered:

"Out of habit."

My friend pretended to understand.

"Well, yes, of course. Habit is a terrible thing.

And, after being silent for a second, he sighed bitterly.

"I would like to smoke now…"

Everyone fell mournfully silent, as if everyone finally realized what we were in for. Pat, who was sitting on my left, leaned his head back, closed his eyes and pressed his lips together. Fuck knows what he was thinking right now. Maybe about what is now in the police station. Maybe about the missing father. Or maybe about cigarettes.

Lou, who was sitting on the right, climbed up on the bunk with her feet and put her crazy head on my shoulder. Her hair tickled my neck, but why bother the girl because of such nonsense? I envied her now. Why should she worry? Surely some Mr. Family Lawyer will come and get her out of jail. And her ancestors will not remember about it. I wish the Dursleys hadn't remembered that either!

Two strange girls were sitting opposite in complete sadness. Well, yes, it should be worse for them than for us, because they have nothing to do with it at all.

Curly, frowning, looked at the ceiling, and red, on the contrary, at the floor. And nothing, pretty. She raised her head and, meeting my gaze, blushed. I didn't immediately look away. And nothing! Let him know what it's like to be stared at!

The cell door opened. Everyone started. An officer appeared and looked at us one by one with a sigh.

"Potter, Random, Van Der Heim, Granger, Weasley? Is everyone here?"

"And where are we going to go," Pat said in a sepulchral voice, " I would go, but left my magic wand at home"

Curly and the redhead looked at Pat so much at these words that he made an incomprehensible face.

"What did I say?"

"Jokes aside, young people. Let's all get out of here. And be glad that everything went so easily, you will not be lucky another time."

The three of us looked at each other. I don't understand anything!

"Well, why are you petrify? At the pace, at the pace! Or is the interior so to your liking?"

The interior, as they say, was not to my liking. And the arrangement of furniture somehow does not warm the heart.

"Hey, wait, Van Der Heim!" the officer suddenly shouted after us, " did you really break this guy's nose?"

Lou gave one of her most charming smiles.

"Believe me, Officer, it was only self-defense."

He grunted and let it out into the light of day.

And there were two people waiting for us. The first is a tall, thin, balding man with glasses. But the hair that was still left on his head had the same bright red color as one of these strange girls. He was quite well dressed ... mmmmm ... but casually (and, actually, as if he didn't know what to wear with what). The second was a younger man, although his brown hair was already graying, there were wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. In general, he looked quite sickly and infinitely tired. Meeting my gaze, his eyes reflected ... recognition???

To be honest, our trio was staring at them with all their eyes. They were nothing like the family lawyers of the Van Der Heim family.

The redhead threw herself into the arms of the first man. Apparently, he really was her relative.

"Dad, I swear, it's not me!"

Even Dad.

Curly kept herself more calm and turned to the second. However, she did not insist on hugging.

"Professor, we didn't do it"

"And no one is accusing you," he replied, apparently staying in the position of a professor. Or maybe this nickname? And I don't understand in any way – did they pull us out of jail?!

And then I realized that these two were looking at me in unison. How I got sick of it! I was about to ask what the hell was going on here, when they also turned their eyes to Pat. The latter began to look suspiciously from one to the other.

"Mr. Random," the red-haired man began with a sigh, "I hope you realize the danger of your prank"

" What kind of prank?" Pat asked.

"Glass," said the professor.

"Glass?" - again, Pat did not understand. Or maybe he pretended to.

Then I looked to the side and saw a new acting person approaching. It was Mrs. Margaret Random, Pat's aunt, hurrying to the scene of events.

"Arthur, wait," she immediately turned to the redhead, " the boys don't know anything. Neither Patrick nor Harry"

"How do they not know?" - the red-haired man was surprised.

Everyone looked at me again in unison. Aunt Meg frowned painfully and said,

" Come to my house. I think we are all waiting for a long conversation. "

When the Dursleys promised me a long conversation, it meant a strong beating.

Oh, how I don't like all this…