some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 4 The Life of the Rich
"Hagrid, how did you get here?"

Along the way, William was chatting with Hagrid, because this big man seemed a little nervous.

Not only was he concerned about the safety of Muggle vehicles, he was also a little motion sick.

"I came here using Floo powder, and from the fireplace in Headmaster Dumbledore's office!"

There was pride in Hagrid's words, as if using Dumbledore's things was such a great thing.

"What is Floo powder?"

After learning from Hagrid that Dumbledore was just a bad old man, Roy had no interest in the headmaster and began to be curious about wizards' transportation.

"Oh, I forgot you Muggles don't have floo powder," Hagrid apologized.

"Floo powder is a kind of shiny powder. You only need to grab a handful, say the name of the destination clearly, and sprinkle it to get there directly. It's very convenient."

William stroked Bobo Cha's tail and nodded thoughtfully.

This is a substance similar to teleportation, which is indeed very convenient, but ah... Hagrid, what kind of eyes do you have?
William was sure that from Hagrid's big eyes, he saw a kind of pity called "Muggles are all living in dire straits"!

no magic,

no floo powder,
Can't even go to Hogwarts.

Isn't it pitiful?

How pitiful!

"Is there any other means of transportation besides Floo powder?" William asked.

"Too many, portkeys, apparitions, knight buses..."

Hagrid seemed to recall a bad memory, he stared at William, and said seriously: "Remember, don't take the Knight Bus, I threw up all the way last time and almost died in it.

Merlin's beard, the Ministry of Magic should ban this form of transportation..."

Hagrid suddenly took out a very stained and filthy handkerchief and covered his mouth with a wave of his left hand, motioning for William to find some other topic to divert his attention.

"Hagrid, you said that Professor Robert is dead, so do we have a new professor?" William handed over a few olives and opened the car window.

The olives would take away a little bit of the nausea, which would make Hagrid feel better.

After Hagrid took Olive, he replied: "This position is hard to find. After all these years, no one is willing to come to Hogwarts to be a professor of defense against the dark arts."

"Poor Professor Robert..." Hagrid turned over the stained handkerchief and blew his nose like a morning horn.

"I only know that Professor Robert likes to drink, but I didn't expect that he would also drink when he went to the Forbidden Forest.

I opened the door early in the morning, took a small basket of beans, and was going to visit the lovely Aragog in the Forbidden Forest.

Then, I heard from the Hufflepuff students that Professor Robert was missing. Everyone searched and found it in the Forbidden Forest, and saw a piece of his wizard robe hanging on the thornwood.

Professor Flitwick said, well, I'm afraid it was attacked by a magical creature.

Going in again, Professor Robert is really lying in the devil's net, his stomach has been pierced by Tebo warthog, and he is still tightly holding a bottle of flame whiskey that has spilled all over the floor..."

Hagrid was whining and wiping his nose, looking extremely sad.

"Hagrid, what is the devil's net?"

Hagrid shuddered, as if recalling the scene of Robert's death.

"Devil's web is an extremely dangerous vine. When mature, it can send out tendrils to wrap around those who come near it, causing wizards to be injured."

Hagrid complained: "If you want me to say, such dangerous plants should all be eradicated, otherwise it will easily hurt those fragile magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

I don't know why Professor Sprout collects devil's nets, it's such a strange hobby..."

William squinted his eyes and carefully wrote down the knowledge of the wizarding world that Hagrid taught him.

He faintly felt something was wrong. From Hagrid's words, it seemed that magical creatures were all fragile, cute, friendly, and simple...

For example, the acromantula named Aragog that Hagrid just mentioned... In his description, it seemed to be a hundred times cuter than Bobocha.

Hagrid also invited William to brush Aragog's legs.

My God, is there such a cute creature in the wizarding world?

Inexplicably, William had a longing for the Forbidden Forest.

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The car drove for half an hour before arriving at the destination.

"This is it." Finally, he didn't have to take the car anymore, Hagrid raised his head excitedly.

With a bang, his head hit the roof of the car.

Hagrid rubbed his head, there seemed to be no major problem, but there was a slight bump on the roof.

Roy glanced blankly, then became excited. He finally had a reason to talk to Lyanna about getting a new car.

"Oh, sorry, I'll take care of it," said Hagrid.

"It's okay." Roy waved his hand generously, as if this matter was not worth mentioning.

"It's back to normal." Hagrid took out his little pink umbrella and tapped on the roof of the car, and the bump disappeared immediately.

"..." Roy discovered a terrible thing. When William learned magic, wouldn't he drive this car until he died?

After getting out of the car, Hagrid led the two into a busy street, which was crowded with people.

There are bookstores, record stores, hamburger stores, movie theaters on the street... It looks ordinary, but there is no Leaky Cauldron Bar that Hagrid mentioned.

and many more……

William finally found a sign in an inconspicuous corner—it was a dilapidated sign with a black cauldron painted on it, and the words Leaky Cauldron and Bar were marked with a highlighter.

Hagrid said with a smile on his face, "It's here—the Leaky Cauldron, it's a very famous place, and it's also the oldest pub in London, much older than any Muggle pub."

Hagrid's words were full of pride, but Roy was in a daze, he didn't see anything.

"Small problem. In order to prevent Muggles from discovering, there are a lot of confusion spells here. Helping Muggle families enter Diagon Alley is also one of my responsibilities."

According to Hagrid, there are also confusion spells and Muggle repelling spells near Hogwarts. Without the guidance of wizards, it is impossible for Muggles to enter.

Although Hagrid was proud of the Leaky Cauldron, it was only a small, dirty pub when he walked in.

Really sorry for its old name.

William glanced at the infrastructure inside with disgust, not only old, but also dirty.

What a waste, this place occupies the best position, and there is a strong flow of people.

If William was the boss, he would at least upgrade the decoration to several levels, and create the first place in the magic world that provides all-in-one services including food, chess, bathing, massage, and singing.

Don't call it a bar anymore, just change its name to Leaky Cauldron Club!

Decoration plans, publicity plans, marketing strategies, celebrity endorsements...these Williams already have plans, and the only thing they lack is...money!

He touched his pocket, and there were only a few pitiful pennies in it... Poor, how could his parents give a lot of money to an 11-year-old boy?

William couldn't help but miss that scratch-off card again.

He also wants to experience the unpretentious and boring life of the rich!
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　Please recommend, fellow wizards.

　　


(End of this chapter)