A sharp Hogwarts

pistol?

Going to school... Pistol? !

Petunia Dursley was startled.

"Of course not! That's not your toy."

Without any surprise, Penny directly rejected the request.

But...how could Dalia suddenly have such a strange idea?

Her eyes fell on the girl's long golden hair, and she reacted quickly.

Dursley!

It's definitely Vernon Dursley!

Maybe it was the rifle last night, or maybe Vernon had slipped something into Dahlia while he wasn't looking.

Otherwise, why would a simple and lovely child like Dalia suddenly want to buy a pistol to go to school? !

but……

Petunia suppressed the curse in her heart and looked around at the noisy wizards in the tavern.

Regarding Vernon's wrong influence on the child, she planned to discuss it slowly after returning home.

It was obvious that those enthusiastic and eccentric wizards frightened Dalia, and Petunia did not intend to waste time here anymore.

"Well, Mr. Hagrid, I think we should go - there are still a lot of things to buy. Besides, don't you have something else to do for Dumbledore?"

"Oh, right...I almost forgot! We can't delay that."

Hagrid slapped his forehead hard, raised his voice and said, easily pulling Harry out of the crowd.

"Come on, Harry. We have to hurry up - let's go straight to Gringotts..."

and many more? !

G-Gringotts? !

A... job assigned by Dumbledore? !

At the same time, Quirinas Quirrell, who was standing at the end of the crowd, was suddenly stunned.

Now he looked really panicked and moved forward anxiously, as if he wanted to rush to the place in front of Hagrid and others.

"Oh--Professor Quirrell, we really have something going on."

Before he could get past Harry, Quirrell felt someone suddenly grab his shoulder firmly.

Quirrell turned his head and saw Hagrid's big bearded face.

Immediately afterwards, he felt himself being pushed back to his seat at the front desk of the bar.

"Next time, next time, we'll have plenty of opportunities to talk after school starts. How about giving me Harry's time this time?"

Hagrid patted Quirrell's shoulder with his giant palm, almost pinning him down on the bar.

"Tom, get Professor Quirrell a drink - charge it to my account."

"Wait……"

Before Quirrell finished speaking, strong wine was poured down his throat.

This was not as soft as light sake. Almost as soon as the strong wine poured in, he immediately felt a wave of drunkenness.

Hagrid looked at the confused Quirrell with satisfaction, laughed and patted Quirrell on the shoulder, and then led Dalia and the others out of the bar.

They came to the small walled patio in the backyard of the tavern.

There is nothing here except a trash can and some weeds.

"I told you, didn't I? You are famous." Hagrid said proudly, grinning at Harry.

"You see, even Professor Quirrell is trembling with excitement. If I hadn't stopped him, he would have kept you chatting for a long time - but, I want to remind you, he often trembles."

"That Professor Quirrell...is he always so neurotic? Is he an official professor at Hogwarts?"

Petunia Dursley frowned and looked back at the young wizard slumped on the bar.

If Hogwarts was full of weirdos like this, maybe she'd have to reconsider Daria's admission.

"Oh, yes. An unlucky guy. He has a very smart mind and read well when he was in school. After graduation, he stayed at Hogwarts to teach."

Hagrid shrugged and said with a sigh on his face, "Then he took a year off from school and wanted to gain some first-hand practical experience - at that time he had just transferred from Muggle Studies professor to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor - this course really requires practical experience, right? After all, those dark magic dishes are difficult to encounter in the normal world."

"Actually, last year... he encountered a vampire in the black forest of Albania, and a witch also caused him a lot of trouble. Some people said that he participated in the duel with dark demons, while others said that he was just cursed. Anyway, there are various opinions.”

"But no one knows exactly what happened - there are so many magics in the dark world that it's hard to say."

"But since then he has been a completely different person. He is afraid of students, afraid of the subjects he teaches... Well, where is my knife?"

吸血鬼？巫婆？

Dark...magic cuisine?

Harry and Dahlia were confused.

Although the two people were confused about different things, they obviously couldn't ask questions for a while.

At this time, Hagrid was looking up at the wall in front of him, counting the wall tiles on top of the trash can.

"Count three dollars up—count two dollars sideways—" he whispered, "Okay, stand back, kids."

He raised a dark red scabbard in his hand and tapped the wall tile three times.

Only then did Dalia notice that Hagrid had put the boning knife back into a giant scabbard at some point.

The brick he knocked on shook and began to move. A small hole appeared in the middle, and the hole grew larger and larger.

Not long after, an archway wide enough for Hagrid to pass appeared in front of them, leading to a winding cobbled street with no end in sight.

"Welcome," Hagrid grinned at them, "Welcome to Diagon Alley."

The four of them walked along the archway, and there was a strange rumbling sound around them.

Dalia and others quickly turned sideways and looked back, only to see that the archway suddenly narrowed, and then turned into the original solid wall.

Bright sunlight fell on a strange stack of metal pots outside the nearest shop.

A sign hung above the metal pots that read:

[Copper - brass - pewter - silver - stainless steel - complete materials]

[Yin Yang Grid—Nine Palace Grid—Four Square Grid—Thick Bottom—Thin Bottom]

[Crucible - wok - frying pan - deformable version]

[Automatic heating, automatic stirring, foldable]

more importantly……

Dalia sniffed.

She smelled the rich, strange aroma of broth.

She subconsciously followed the scent and saw an old witch with a pimpled face slowly stirring a stew pot.

Beside the old witch, various spices, condiments, as well as strange ingredients and powders that she could not recognize were lined up.

Obviously, she should be the owner of this "pot shop", or at least a salesperson, because Dalia saw many wizards gathered around the old witch, drinking soup from small bowls and arguing fiercely. Negotiate the price with the old witch.

Well……

The reason why she said she was "bargaining" the price was because...

Many wizards have a knife in their hands or waists that cannot be ignored? !

Dalia's eyes twitched.

This world seems to be getting more and more outrageous?

At the same time, on the other side, Petunia Dursley became more and more nervous, and Dahlia could clearly feel that Petunia's hand holding hers was beginning to sweat.

This is not surprising...

After all, anyone who sees so many bright knives gesticulating on the street will definitely be scared!

But Hagrid is obviously an exception.

"Oh, I suggest buying a crucible... with a pan. Too big a pan is sometimes not a good thing."

Hagrid said, scratching his head and seemingly not seeing the wizards wielding knives to bargain, and suggested seriously.

"Of course, we have to go to the bank to withdraw money first-"

"These things are not cheap."