Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 2 The Leaky Cauldron
On the morning of July 7, the weather was very gloomy.

London, Westminster, Charing Cross.

Longman Albert looked at the dirty and small bar in front of him suspiciously, why didn't he realize that there was such a dilapidated store on this street.

He couldn't believe it—the wizarding world was behind such a hotel?
How can this be?

According to the wizards in this world, Mr. Langman is an out-and-out, ordinary Muggle, who has always held a negative attitude towards magic in this world. Even if a serious woman named Professor McGonagall, who claimed to be from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft, performed the magic of cats turning into living people and living people into cats in front of the whole family 5 days ago, he was still somewhat skeptical.

Mr. Langman works as a football coach in a high school. He is tall and burly. Although he is not handsome, he has strong facial features. What he is most proud of is the two big beards that he carefully maintains, which makes him look very masculine.

In contrast, the youngest son in front of him has delicate features and a thin body. He always wears black-rimmed glasses that cover half of his face, and his hair is neatly combed. He is not a boy from the Albert family. He is a nerd.

Langman first turned his head to look at the beautifully decorated bookstores and record stores on both sides in doubt, and then looked down at McGuffin.

He hesitated and said, "Son, why don't you go back! Is this too unreliable?"

"You should go to Eton Middle School. After you get admitted, wouldn't it be good to graduate from a top-ranking university and become a lawyer or a banker? Didn't you always want to make a lot of money?"

No wonder Longman said such a thing.

Although McGuffin Albert had expected it, he was still stunned by the scene in front of him.

This Leaky Cauldron - much worse than in the movies!

"It's never been properly cleaned, it's just—it's like a cheap tavern from the last century."

He had some doubts in his heart, was magic really as magical as depicted in the movie novels?
Maybe I should go to Eton Middle School, continue my salty fish life, rely on the experience and memory of the next 30 years to achieve my very tacky small goals, become a rich man and start enjoying a new life.

But he still didn't want to give up. He wanted to experience the wonders of the magical world. He paused and said, "I drove all the way from Manchester. How can I leave when I get to the door?"

After speaking, he took his father's hand and entered the Broken Ax Bar.

Only to find out inside - worse than the outside.

I don't know how this bar can be like this with something as magical and convenient as magic?
Do wizards in the wizarding world like this tune?This taste is too bad.

There are strange people sitting in twos and threes in the bar, all kinds of strange clothes - there is a long black top hat on the bar counter, with a colorful feather pinned to it; in the shadow of the corner, there is a green robe wrapped in a bathrobe, with heavy makeup on his face, and a wrinkled old wizard wearing a red scarf; sitting on the edge of the door is a brown windbreaker, with a silver cane, who looks like a 50-year-old gentleman dressed up, and a strange looking man with a long nose who follows him closely house elf.

And the clothes of the two of them were out of tune with this place. Mr. Longman specially wore a black suit, while McGuffin wore jeans and a casual jacket.

It looked like two Muggles.

Drinks such as butter beer are placed on the table, and each time someone finishes drinking, it will be automatically refilled.Flying dishes filled with coffee, tea, or other strange drinks, food.They keep avoiding the pedestrians in the bar, shuttle back and forth between the tables and chairs in the sky, and automatically place them in front of the guests.

Also... I don't know if it's a kind of magic, since entering the bar, McGuffin can only hear that kind of indistinct, whispering voice, and the voices of everyone talking can't be distinguished regardless of whether they are far or near.

When McGuffin and Longman came here, it seemed that they had entered a world that did not belong to them. Each of them looked at them with strangely condescending eyes, which made them feel very uncomfortable.

They walked to the bar cautiously, and a thin and thin figure appeared in front of them in an instant. He frowned and looked at the two of them.

"Muggle? ... No need to mention it!"

There are scattered strands of hair covering the scalp on this person's head, which grows like a shriveled fruit, with a very impatient expression.

"Another freshman at Hogwarts,...Muggle-born? I'm the owner of this bar, you can call me Tom."

"Yes, Mr. Tom," replied McGuffin.

He walked out of the bar counter and tapped the bar countertop with his wand (at this time, the rags on the bar counter were being wiped and fell down and slid into a drawer).

"follow me!"

Tom ignored Longman, an adult, but stared at McGuffin and said.

This made Langman a little unhappy, but he didn't show it.

Longman took McGuffin and carefully followed Old Tom through the eccentric crowd in the bar, and was wary of the lunatics holding a magic wand to turn themselves into mice or toads. He could see that the people here did not have good intentions.

Come to the back alley, here is a small patio with walls on all sides.

Desolate, only weeds and trash cans here.

Tom took his wand and tapped three times on the third block above the trash can, on the second block from the bottom row.

McGuffin held his breath.

——I hope I won't let myself down this time.

The ground shook slightly, dust visible to the naked eye, and some stones floated up from the ground against common sense.Then there was a weird sound from the wall, and the brick that was hit quickly shrank in, and then drove all the old red bricks to rotate continuously, collapse backwards, and reorganize, forming an archway.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley." Old Tom grinned triumphantly and pointed forward.

"Then... welcome to the wizarding world!"

Diagon Alley unfolded in front of the two of them.

It is a winding cobbled street with no end in sight.

The two of them dully followed the old Tom's guidance and walked forward along the archway. When they woke up and looked back, the archway slowly closed and returned to its original appearance.

"This is the magical world I was looking forward to!"

McGuffin talked to herself.

The streets of Diagon Alley are filled with all kinds of quirky, eye-catching shops.

For example, outside a shop with stacks of crucibles recently,

A gleaming sign—copper—brass…, was floating unsteadily from the shop and hanging by itself over the cauldrons.

And the largest crucible was automatically shaking and stirring the viscous, translucent liquid, and steaming white mist filled the air, transforming into a line of black and gold writing in midair——Patky Crucible Store.

The weather was gloomy, with black clouds looming overhead, and it looked like a storm was about to strike.

But the people in the Leaky Cauldron seemed less strange in comparison to the people who filled the streets.These people are wearing robes, suits, all kinds of colorful clothes from different eras and places; some people wear earrings and tattoos. You will never see these people in the normal world.

These wizards greeted each other, some hurriedly took their children to buy items in front of the shop, some stood at the door of the wizard shop and quarreled and bargained, and some sat in front of the shop and read a newspaper...

The two were eye-opening, and all this was far more magical for McGuffin than described in the movie.

After standing still for a moment, Mr. Langman recalled one thing.

From his pocket, he took out the note that Professor McGonagall had written before his visit and the letter from Hogwarts.

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