Harry knew that curiosity killed the cat, so he knew he shouldn't have been surprised when he arrived in front of the Leaky Cauldron.
'At least, ' Harry mused, 'it isn't raining.'
Looking around himself, Harry wished he looked different, just in case he was found by his relatives if they decided to go to that part of London. Instantly, his hair became a light brown, his eyes light blue and found himself to be three inches taller than he had been. 'Useful,' he observed to himself, after noticing the change in his perspective's view.
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