Harry Potter: My Elemental Magic Turns the World Upside Down

"Harry, it's a magical world, at least your parents think so."

"From now on, you will be a magician."

"Of course, before becoming an official magician, you still need to prepare some things."

"All students who come to the school must be equipped with..."

"Like a standard size two Greek cauldron."

"If you want, you can also bring an owl with you. He can deliver letters for you. He is very loyal."

"Or if you like, you can bring a cat or a toad. If you have to choose between the two, I suggest you choose a cat. At least, a cat will be cuter than a toad."

"I don't like cats though, I'm allergic."

On the bustling street, two figures, one big and one small, walked among the crowd.

A small guy, wearing glasses, cute and handsome, his name is Harry Potter.

And the scruffy, bearded big man named Rubeus Hagrid, wearing a heavy overcoat, looked like a homeless man on the streets of England.

Hagrid found Harry and took Harry away from his uncle's house.

Along the way, Hagrid and Harry talked a lot. For example, just now, Hagrid was like a crow, and his mouth seemed to never stop.

For magic, Harry is full of expectations, and at the same time he doesn't want to stay at his uncle's house and live in a house that makes him feel dark.

Therefore, Harry wasn't impatient in the slightest with what Hagrid said. On the contrary, he listened carefully, and occasionally put forward his own ideas.

"Hagrid, can you find it in London?" Harry looked at Hagrid expectantly and excitedly, and asked.

Hearing this, Hagrid lowered his body slightly, smiled exaggeratedly in his eyes, and said, "We can always find it, for example, let's keep walking."

After hearing Hagrid's words, Harry was full of anticipation again.

After a while, the two came to the door of a bar.

The Leaky Cauldron.

"Hagrid, I'm still a minor, so I can't drink." Harry said, looking at the bar door.

Hearing Harry's words, Hagrid laughed, and then said seriously: "Yes, you are right, you are not yet of age, so you cannot drink."

"However, I'm an adult, I can drink."

After Hagrid finished speaking, he opened the black door and walked in.

The Leaky Cauldron is a small, dilapidated hotel and bar in Charing Cross, London.

Nestled between a large book store and a record store.

The Leaky Cauldron isn't part of Diagon Alley, but it's a bridge between these two worlds.

Harry followed Hagrid into the bar, looking at the people drinking and chatting inside, he didn't know what to do.

These people are all wizards!

He doesn't drink and doesn't like to drink.

However, the huge Hagrid seemed to be very interested in drinking.

"Hey, Hagrid, is it still the same?" The owner of the bar, named Tom, a bald middle-aged man, saw Hagrid coming in, and shouted with a smile.

"No, thank you for your kindness, old Tom."

"I'm working for Hogwarts!"

Hagrid laughed, although he really wanted to sit down and have a drink, but Hagrid didn't have the task that Dumbledore gave him.

So, Hagrid looked at Harry, who was a bit cute and didn't know what to do, and said with a smile: "This is Harry, and I still need to help him buy some school supplies."

Hagrid's voice sounded, and the whole bar fell into a brief silence.

"Oh my god, he turned out to be Harry Potter." The bar owner Tom was the first to react, and couldn't help but be shocked.

Immediately, the others also looked at Harry Potter and whispered.

And some people welcomed Harry Potter very much, so they stretched out their hands towards Harry, held each other tightly, and said "Welcome back".

Even, some people are excited to meet Harry Potter.

Harry Potter was even more confused at this time.

What does welcome back mean?

Why are you so enthusiastic?

do we know each other?

It was also at this time that the door to the Leaky Cauldron was opened.

A figure also walked in, and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Oh, my God, what a handsome, aristocratic gentleman this is!"

Cordoli, the woman who couldn't believe that she could see Harry Potter in the bar, had a nympho-like face when she saw the boy who came in, and walked quickly to the boy, and said with a smile: "Hello , my name is Cordoli!"

Kettleaire looked at the woman in front of him, took off the purple high hat on his head, buckled it on his chest, lowered his head slightly, and kept the aristocratic etiquette, smiling: "Hello, Mrs. Cordoli."

Kodoli listened to Keitelaire's magnetic voice and looked at the handsome face taking off her hat at this time. For a moment, like a girlish nympho, she held her cheeks and fell to the side intoxicated.

Kettleaire smiled, then nodded to everyone in the bar before putting on his hat.

Harry Potter looked at Kettleair enviously.

His handsome and mature face, as well as his aristocratic attire and demeanor, are simply the standard of a male god.

Kettleair walked towards Harry, stretched out his hand, and said with a smile, "The symbol of lightning, the boy who lived, you should be Harry Potter. Hello, my name is Kettleair."

Harry Potter didn't expect Kettleair to find him and call out his name.

Although a little surprised, Harry didn't feel panicked by it. Instead, he stretched out his hand and said with a cute smile, "Hello, Mr. Kettleair."

"Nice to meet you, you are brave and smart at the same time." Cottrell said with a smile.

"Thank you, you are handsome and will become my idol." Harry Potter responded with a smile.

For Keitelaire, especially when facing that spring-like smile, the whole person also relaxes, and the mood is inexplicably much better.

Hagrid looked at Kettleair thoughtfully, feeling like he had never heard of this name before.

"Harry Potter, I'm very glad to meet you!" A man with a shawl on his head, a bit shy, like a woman, clenched his hands, and walked over, his voice trembling with excitement, as if As if he was too nervous, he smiled at Harry Potter.

Hagrid looked at the person, a little surprised, then smiled and said, "Hello, Professor, I didn't seem to see you just now, your appearance is a bit surprising."

"Harry, this is Professor Quirrell. At Hogwarts, he will teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts."

When Harry Potter heard this, he stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "I'm honored, Professor Quirrell."

Hearing Hagrid's introduction, Kettleair showed a little smile on his face, and looked at Professor Quirrell with a little more playfulness.

If I remember correctly, in the letter of appointment Dumbledore gave him, his position is opposite to that of Professor Quirrell.