Snakes at Hogwarts

Chapter 8 Flick, Then Flick

After getting into Mr. Granger's car, Andros and his party soon arrived at Charing Cross Street on the west side of London.

Who would have thought that such an ordinary street would actually hide a passage to another world?

Looking at the people walking on the street, Andros couldn't help but think in his mind.

After Mr. Granger parked the car at the corner, the group passed a bookstore and then bypassed the CD store. Under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, they soon arrived at a shabby-looking bar. in front of the door.

This is a pub that looks very old, and there are a few letters that are about to peel off crookedly engraved on the worn-out plaque.

"The Leaky Cauldron"

"Yes, Miss Granger, and Mr. Andros, please remember this place. In the next semester, you will need to come here to purchase school supplies." Looking at Andros, who was in a daze, Professor McGonagall reluctantly He kept reminding him.

"I remember it, Professor McGonagall." Andros nodded. He had just focused on the house number of the pub.

It’s actually No. 1 Diagon Alley

I don’t know if this is an interesting easter egg.

Come to think of it, as the gateway between Diagon Alley and the Muggle world, the Leaky Cauldron is naturally the starting point of Diagon Alley.

"It's strange, why didn't we see this store just now?" Mr. Granger asked a little strangely.

For him and Mrs. Granger, it was as if the pub appeared in front of them out of thin air. One second they looked at it, it was empty, but the next second they looked at it, there was a pub appearing out of thin air. .

"In order to prevent Muggles from discovering the secrets of the magical world, a very powerful concealment spell has been cast on the Leaky Cauldron. In addition to wizards being able to discover the place directly, Muggles must have the guidance of a wizard to enter here."

Standing on the steps in front of the bar, Professor McGonagall motioned them to look back at the Muggles passing by on the street.

"Otherwise, you'd be like these Muggles and wouldn't even notice there's a pub here."

Just as Professor McGonagall said, the Muggles seemed to be completely invisible to them, and their gazes would only briefly linger on the shops on both sides of the tavern, as if there was no tavern here, just an empty wall.

“It’s magic”

"Okay, let's go in, don't stand here stupidly." After saying this, Professor McGonagall opened the door and walked into the Leaky Cauldron.

"Let's go in too." Andros also took a deep breath, then followed Professor McGonagall and strode in.

My magic career is about to start from here.

This is a shabby, dirty tavern with extremely poor lighting. The dim lights inside are in stark contrast to the bright weather outside the windows, as if the light outside cannot penetrate the glass and shine in.

There were lots of candles burning in the bar, but to be honest, not much was achieved.

In the dark corners of the bar where candlelight cannot shine, you can only vaguely see the light reflected from people's eyes.

There is a bar on the left side of the door, which is probably the most well-lit place here. Behind the bar, an old man with wrinkles on his face and almost all his hair is chatting cordially with Professor McGonagall.

"Welcome, Professor McGonagall, is it still the same as before, a small glass of violet water, I remember it correctly?" The old man's voice was hoarse consistent with his age. Andros noticed that the old man's teeth had been completely lost. Empty.

This must be Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron. He looks really old.

"Yes, thank you Tom, I didn't expect that after so many years, your memory is still so good."

"Hahahaha, you can't compare to that old guy Ollivander."

"This is Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron. He is very nice. If you encounter difficulties here in the future, you can come to him." Professor McGonagall introduced to Andros and Hermione, who were opening their mouths. Da Zui looked at the photos placed behind the bar in disbelief.

gosh

Those photos actually move

"Are you the incoming freshmen?" He placed a cup of tea with purple petals on it in front of Professor McGonagall, and Old Tom smiled and greeted the two of them.

"Counting the time, it's almost the day when Hogwarts starts school again. Do you know?

Only at this time, looking at those unfamiliar and immature faces, can I feel that I am one year older. "

Old Tom said with emotion that he had also studied at Hogwarts, but that was many years ago.

"Want something to drink? I'll buy you this one." He looked at the two of them with eager eyes, which made Hermione shrink unnaturally.

"No, thank you." Hermione looked a little timid when she came to a strange place.

Her eyes couldn't help but look at the photos, looking at the people in the photos waving their hands to greet her, waving their hands nervously, as if they didn't know where to put them.

"Those photos, why are they there"

"Why is it moving? It's because magic has been cast on it. All photos in the magic world move.

So when we look at those photos of the Muggle world, we also feel very strange. You should know what Muggle means. "

Tom explained with a smile. After seeing Hermione nod, he looked at Andros beside him.

"And you, unknown young gentleman, would you like something to drink?"

Unlike Hermione, Andros didn't seem too nervous. After realizing that Professor McGonagall didn't show any dissatisfied expression, he sat down on the high stool next to Professor McGonagall quite familiarly. .

Observing words and emotions is an innate talent of snakes.

"Thank you. My name is Andros Lobach. Just call me Andros. Is there anything suitable for my age?"

"Ah, I'm a familiar little gentleman, how about a glass of butterbeer? There's only the slightest alcohol content in it."

"I still think it's better for young wizards of their age not to drink, Tom."

"Then let's switch to a glass of grass juice. This is a drink squeezed from fresh grass and does not contain alcohol."

"Let's have a glass of butterbeer. Professor McGonagall." Andros blinked at Professor McGonagall.

"According to scientific research, the body of an 11-year-old child can handle trace amounts of alcohol."

He didn't want to drink that damn grass juice. Just by hearing the name, you knew it must be a particularly unpleasant drink.

"Really?" Professor McGonagall looked at Andros with some doubt.

"Of course, these are the scientists, the smartest people among Muggles. The conclusions they came up with are very authoritative and professional."

"Okay then." Looking at Andros' serious expression that didn't seem to be fake, Professor McGonagall finally nodded and agreed.

To be honest, she didn't understand who those so-called scientists were.

"Miss Granger, would you like a drink too?" Looking at Hermione who seemed to have something to say, Andros spoke first and blocked the girl's mouth with words.

Without keeping them waiting, Old Tom quickly brought over two frothy light yellow drinks.

Is this the famous butter beer?

Looks like the sales look pretty good

Lifting the cup, Andros took a sip. In just a moment, he was conquered by this wonderful taste.

Different from the bitter taste of ordinary beer, this magical drink that is popular in the British wizarding world has a strong aftertaste after entering the mouth.

This is a very delicate and smooth taste, just like drinking a melted butter candy, but its concentration is just right, making people feel very sweet but not very greasy. degree.

"Thank you for the treat. It tastes great."

Perhaps because of the weather, the butterbeer Tom served was cold, as if it had just been taken out of the ice cellar.

Maybe some magic was used. After muttering something under his breath, Andros raised the cup and took a swig. This was the best drink he had ever had.

"It tastes good, but a bit sweet." Hermione also took a small sip and then gave her own opinion.

Immediately afterwards, her glass of beer was confiscated by the Grangers on the grounds that a child could get tooth decay by drinking such a sweet drink.

Eating sweets in front of the dentist is indeed a very unwise move.

Why can he drink it but I can't?

Hermione Granger roared like a lioness in her heart.

Seeing Mr. and Mrs. Granger savoring the drinks from the Wizarding World with relish, and looking at Hermione's resentful eyes as she fancied herself, Andros quickly raised the cup and drank the liquid in it.

"Okay, come with me, we still need to go to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies."

Professor McGonagall also drank all the tea in her cup. She stood up and motioned for Andros and the others to follow her towards the backyard of the bar.

"How come I don't know where I saw the report you mentioned?" Hermione couldn't help but ask Andros beside her while passing through a dark corridor.

"Shh~ It's normal that you don't know, because I made it up just so I could try the drink from the magical world, grass juice. Judging from the name, this kind of thing is not as delicious as butterbeer."

Looking at Hermione's weird eyes, Andros continued to explain.

"Besides, look, I'm fine now. Didn't you drink that butterbeer just now? Isn't it delicious?"

"It tastes good, but it's too sweet and will cause tooth decay."

"Okay, okay, I bet that even if you really have tooth decay, the wizards will definitely have a way to cure it."

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The Leaky Cauldron,

The innermost side of the lobby,

Where the light does not shine, a wizard wearing a large cloak is sitting there.

He looked to be in his early thirties at most, with a wide purple turban wrapped around his head whose facial features could not be seen. A strange smell continued to emanate from the turban, causing the wizards to sit far away from him.

After Professor McGonagall walked into the bar, his eyes immediately fell on the witch.

"Master, that old woman Mag is here." The wizard opened his mouth and said softly in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

"Shut up, Quirrell, you idiot. Didn't I tell you not to talk to me like this outside?" A somewhat angry voice followed the back of Quirrell's head and entered his ears.

After hearing this voice, the corners of Quirrell's mouth twitched involuntarily. Not only that, his eyes were also full of fear and uneasiness, as if the owner of the voice was something terrifying.

"Yes~I'm sorry, Master. I~I'm not"

"Okay." A very impatient voice came from behind his head, interrupting Quirrell's stumbling apology.

"Tell me, what is this old woman doing?"

"Look~ it looks like she is leading the new students to Diagon Alley."

"Is the new boy that boy?

"Does not look like."

"Then don't worry about it. Do what I asked you to do. The cover letter to Dumbledore will be sent out today."

"As you command, Master."

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The Leaky Cauldron is undoubtedly a very famous place.

As early as 1500 AD, this pub already existed in London and became an important hub connecting the magical and non-magical worlds.

Interestingly, because the pub was built two centuries before the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy was promulgated, Muggles were able to enter the pub freely at the beginning, and the wizards did not hide their traces at all. idea.

In fact, at that time, Muggles were very popular in the pub, but most of them found the topics of conversation here to be extremely ridiculous.

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The Magical History of Bathilda Bagshot

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