This Hogwarts wizard is just too steady.

"Ding dong—~"

The doorbell I had been looking forward to rang one day in July.

Professor McGonagall, wearing dark green wizard robes, stood at the door.

"I guess you can't wait any longer, Mr. Bai."

Bai Hang, who was nibbling bread on the table, said: "No, Ms. McGonagall, I have been thinking that if you haven't come in a few days, then I will go to Diagon Alley by myself."

Mag chuckled and said, "Mr. Bai, it's wrong to lie to the old man."

Bai Hang sighed in his heart.

He really didn't want to go to Hogwarts, he just wanted to survive and wait until Harry killed Voldemort...

He really did, but he only lasted two years.But the current situation of having to go to Hogwarts was not caused by himself, it could only be said to be forced by the situation.

The temptation of magic, the feeling that he couldn't help but want to use magic to explode something after learning "Star Palace Law System", and the invisibly established relationship between him and Professor McGonagall...

Many force majeure forces pushed him towards Hogwarts, a building that was both heaven and abyss.

...

...

The two-seater train arrives in London.

Bai Hang asked Mag why he didn't use Apparition. Mag looked at him in surprise. This was not the first time that she looked at Bai Hang in surprise.

This spell is very simple and can be used by many adult wizards, but this spell is not suitable for children.

Many people will vomit when they use Apparition for the first time. When releasing this spell, their vision will become dark, and their bodies will seem to be squeezed from all directions.

Children usually can't stand the torture during practice, and although it doesn't take much practice to get used to the spell, the pain of the first release is enough to dissuade most children.

Mag thought Bai Hang couldn't disapparate, but since Bai Hang asked, it proved that he could.

Mag said: "Even if you can use it, we can't use it. That spell is not good for children whose bodies are still in the developmental stage. I hope you have never chanted that spell, young Mr. Bai, it may make you unable to grow taller." , or...grow too tall."

"You must have hidden a magic book at home, Mr. Bai. It may be a relic of your father, so I won't ask more, but there are many magic spells that are not suitable for children."

"This is it." As they spoke, the two of them had already arrived at the Leaky Cauldron.

There is a record store and a large bookstore opposite the bar. Muggles who don't know magic on the road will only go to these two stores, while the Broken Ax Bar has much less people.

Bai Hang remembered that in the original movie, this place was shabby and small, but his first impression of this place was okay.

Perhaps because of his small body and low vision, even a small space does not feel too small for him.

Several skinny old men and women sat around a table. When they saw Mag leading Bai Hang in, some of them were slightly startled. Some wanted to say something or say hello, but they hesitated. After a long time, he still didn't speak.

Bai Hang didn't know whether they were familiar with Mag or not.

The big man holding the copper wine glass raised his glass towards Mag, who nodded slightly to him as a greeting.

Bai Hang discovered a strange phenomenon.

Although Mag hasn't spoken to her since she entered the Broken Ax Bar, the older guys here don't seem to have a very good relationship with her, and Mag won't even visit them.

The inability to look here refers to frontal sight and peripheral vision. Mag was not even willing to glance at them with her peripheral vision, as if there was some irresolvable conflict between her and these old guys.

In comparison, the young people in the tavern had a much better relationship with her. They waved or raised their glasses to greet the distinguished wizard in different ways.

Mag led Bai Hang to a brick wall with relatively few drinkers.

She took out her wand and said to Bai Hang: "Remember, this is the way to come to Diagon Alley. First count three bricks upward, then count two bricks horizontally, and finally tap three times with the wand. Remember, you must Use a wand."

Mag spoke as she did so, and by the time she finished, the bricks on the wall were already moving.

A complete wall widens into a small door that allows people to pass through after the bricks are moved.

Mag stood at the door and made a "please" gesture to Bai Hang——

"Welcome to Diagon Alley, lovely Mr. White."

The architectural style is completely different from the shopping street outside, as if it is revolutionizing from the Middle Ages to the modern era.Between baroque and modern art.

Bai Hang broke away from Mag's hand and started running in the alley that wasn't too crowded.

He quickly ran past the store where he bought medicine crucibles. He didn't even look at the silver or copper medicine crucibles.

When running past the store selling owls, Bai Hang stopped for a moment and looked at the different types of owls standing on their stands, and then ran to the store selling wands.

The store was small and shabby, and the door sign said Ollivanders.

Bai Hang knew this shop, which was famous in the wizarding world. It was said that the shop owner remembered every wand he sold.

When Bai Hang walked into the store, the boss was sitting behind the bar with eyes on his face, holding a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand.

Behind the shop owner's body are three or four narrow passages. On both sides of each passage are large cabinets on the roof of the analgesic room. The cabinets are composed of thousands of small boxes, and each box contains a wand.

"Today's guest is a young wizard." The boss put down the newspaper and walked out from behind the bar.

He took off his glasses. In the slightly dim environment, his light-colored pupils seemed as bright as day. If there is any pair of eyes in the magical world that can see through everything, then those eyes must be in front of Bai Hang at this time.

"I want to buy a magic wand." Bai Hang said.

"Yes, I know, you must come to my store to buy a wand." The store owner said: "Young gentleman, let me take a look at you first... God, you are too young. I can't think of anything." No matter who you look like, but if you name your father or your mother, if one of them happens to have bought a wand from me, then I will definitely be able to remember what that wand is. Here is a pair for you. Wand selection can also help.”

The shop owner is old, and his eyes are filled with obsession for the wands he has sold.

"My father is Donald Wilbur Bai." Bai Hang said.

"Oh! It's Mr. Donald! I remember him! He was a wizard who was obsessed with wand making. The wands he made were very good, and he showed them off to me. If my personality was more normal, we would definitely be very good. friend..."

"Let me think about it... It seems like 12 years ago that he came to buy a wand from me. That day he bought a ten-inch long walnut wand. The wand was very ordinary. Just like his magical talent, it was nothing. Excellent place.”