Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

In mid-August, DeWitt finally emerged from the basement.He first went to the bathroom on the first floor to tidy up his appearance and wash his greasy hair. After he came out, he ordered Mrs. White: "When I get out, I will be your child and call you with titles like 'mother'. That old man Where are the men?”

"He's still weeding outside," Mrs. White asked carefully, "Do you think..."

"Didn't he come in?" DeWitt couldn't remember clearly. So far, Old White was still useful, so he was a little concerned: "It seems that I didn't let him in - so how did I get food and accommodation these days? ?”

"I'll bring it to him," Mrs. White said, becoming increasingly cautious. "It lives in the barn."

"Is Diagon Alley far away? If it's not too far, let him drive us there."

Old White had an old pickup truck that was used to pull fertilizers and transport livestock. It had poor shock absorption and was useless except for transportation.

"Is there a subway station? Let's just take the subway - it saves the eyesight of that old thing." DeWitt decided. He wore a thin coat to cope with the not-so-fine weather today, and was led by Mrs. White. Make your way to Diagon Alley.

It was said that he was taking the subway, but in fact he still had to ask Old White to take him to the subway station. After that, DeWitt asked Old White to wait where he was. He never thought about Old White.

"We might have to go all day." Mrs. White was always soft-hearted, as was her nature.

"Oh, what does that have to do with it?" DeWitt didn't like this about her and asked indifferently.

Diagon Alley is the busiest street in the wizarding world. If you want to enter, you have to go through the Leaky Cauldron Bar, which is only visible to wizards, come to the dead end behind the bar, tap a brick wall with your wand, and then the wall will Open a way to Diagon Alley by himself - under the guidance of Mrs. White, DeWitt directly mobilized his magic power to trigger the switch and open the door to Diagon Alley.

This place is indeed worthy of its status. It is probably equivalent to the only shopping mall in the city center, or a pedestrian street - because the cobblestone road is very narrow, and the shops on both sides rise and fall with the height of the road.DeWitt followed Mrs. White, and their first stop was Gringotts, the wizard's bank.

The administrator of Gringotts is not a human, but a short elf with a ferocious face. He has a big hook nose, sharp teeth and a big mouth. His skin color is dark, which makes people look disgusting, not to mention the eyes of this creature. The cunning and greed that flashed from time to time only made DeWitt feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart when he saw it.

"How much money did you bring?" DeWitt asked: "How much wizard money can you exchange for?"

Mrs. White was confused again. She shook her head: "I don't know."

"Oh, how could I not know this..." DeWitt shook his head and sighed. He was obviously a child in his early ten years, but these actions were extremely old-fashioned, which made people feel a little contrasted and a little funny at the same time: "You go in and do it Well, I'll wait outside, remember to be careful."

DeWitt was troubled by Mrs. White's crotch-stretching posture as always. He looked around at the goblins sitting on high stools behind the counter, trying to keep themselves high and looking down at the customers. One goblin in particular curled his lips when he saw DeWitt. , looking away from him as if he were a pest, DeWitt became even more angry and didn't want to stay any longer.They are obviously just a group of waiters, how can they be so confident?He thought irritably that he would rob this place sooner or later.

So far, DeWitt has extremely little understanding of this magical world, and Mrs. White can't explain it. She is just a confused person, and she is disorganized when there is no guidance. People can only feel sympathy for her - so weak. An incompetent person must have suffered great hardship and humiliation to live to such an old age, right?So the kind-hearted DeWitt was too lazy to criticize anymore. Even his irritable temper would only make him vent his anger elsewhere.

Simply walking out, DeWitt came to the crooked doorpost of Gringotts and quietly stared at every wizard passing by.Most of the people here were wearing black robes, and a few were wearing ordinary people's clothes like him. He tried to judge the strength of the wizards from their appearance, but found that he was helpless. Everyone looked the same. So among these wizards How is the gap reflected?

With this thought in mind, Mrs. White walked out of Gringotts.She held the money bag tightly on her abdomen and looked around, fearing that others would see the edge of the money bag.

"How much is it?" DeWitt was not comfortable commenting on Mrs. White's appearance. After all, he had told her to be careful. He forced himself to ignore this and asked as calmly as possible.

"A lot," Mrs. White estimated that she had forgotten the specific number as soon as she heard it: "About... probably..."

The money bag was heavy, and the wealth it represented was really satisfying. DeWitt opened the bag and looked inside, and there was indeed a lot of money.

"Then next..."

"Next, let's go buy groceries - clothes, crucibles, books..." DeWitt took out the list he wrote yesterday and said, "Finally, go to the bookstore."