Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

The next day, early in the morning.

London, Westminster, Charing Cross.

"vomit--"

Alvin retched and rolled out of the back seat of Chris' car. Hermione quickly got out of the car and helped him up.

"How long do you plan to play?" Chris looked at Hermione and asked.

"Well, at least I may not be able to come back today. Hogsmeade is in Scotland." Hermione shrugged helplessly.

Chris looked at Hermione meaningfully: "Don't make me worry, kid."

"Don't worry, Dad, with Alvin here, there won't be any danger." Hermione said happily.

"Really? Okay..." Obviously his daughter didn't quite understand what he meant, which made Chris feel that his thoughts were a little dirty. He pursed his lips and nodded slightly: "It's still early, maybe you can take me with you The kids can go sightseeing at Big Ben or Buckingham Palace, which are nearby.”

"Okay, I know."

"Then I'll go back first. I have a patient appointment today." Chris looked at his watch and winked at the two of them: "Have fun."

After saying that, he drove away.

"He looks happy?" Ivan wiped his mouth, a little puzzled: "If a boy comes to see my daughter, I will definitely cut him into pieces."

Hermione blushed: "I told them that you are my only friend..."

Alvin: "Ha, so disgusting!"

Hermione was immediately furious, chasing Alvin and saying that she would cut him into pieces for Chris.

The two of them came to the Leaky Cauldron Bar after a fight. It was only morning and the bar was already noisy. It was probably the busiest bar in the entire British wizarding world.

When passing through the back door of the bar, Hermione took out her wand and muttered: "Count three pieces on top of the trash can and two pieces sideways. That's right..."

"What if - I move the trash can?" Ivan couldn't help but ask.

Hermione was stunned for a moment and saw Alvin kicking the trash can out. However, the next second, the trash can got up from the ground and returned to its original position.

"It looks like it was cast by a spell." Ivan shrugged, and Hermione rolled her eyes angrily.

The stone bricks on the wall moved piece by piece, and soon a large arch was formed. Then, a winding cobblestone street with no apparent strength appeared in front of the two of them.

"Great, this is my second time coming to Diagon Alley." Hermione looked a little excited. She walked happily on the street, looking around: "I was too nervous when I came last time. There’s time to have a good look around, oh, the Jumping Magic Joke Shop? Fred and the others will definitely like it there.”

Ivan shook his head: "In fact, they respect Joko more."

Because Joko’s stuff is even more wicked...

The two passed by Flourish and Blott Bookstore, which was crowded with people.

Just like Ivan felt bored at home last night, other people in the wizarding world would naturally be the same, otherwise the Weasley family wouldn't be able to have so many children.

In this magical world without electronic products, in addition to making children, reading actually occupies a large part of wizards' daily lives. This can be seen from the several publishing houses in Diagon Alley.

In addition, although the total wizard population is not large, there are many shops in Diagon Alley. Counting Knockturn Alley, there are at least more than 200 shops.

Passing by the Quidditch boutique, Alvin took a look inside. There were no new products released yet. However, the boss sent him a letter some time ago, saying that the upgraded version of Nimbus 2000, 2001, would be launched soon. He was still thinking about it by then. I'm going to buy another batch.

The two wandered around Diagon Alley for most of the day, bought a lot of snacks, stationery, and a few books, and then flew to Hogsmeade by the fireplace.

Still rolling out of the fireplace like a slug, Alvin felt that he was somewhat used to it.

Maybe one day in the future, I can completely adapt to this kind of dizziness?

After all, his Dragon Slayer physique is an evolution in itself. If he can't change his dizziness, then completely adapting to this feeling can be considered an alternative evolution, right?

After thinking about it, Ivan felt that this method is indeed feasible. The reason why the Dragon Slayer's semicircular canals cause motion sickness is because the evolution is incomplete. Since the evolution is incomplete, then work hard to adapt and strive to let it evolve completely. This makes sense, right?

After all, my internal organs can evolve to adapt to existences such as death energy and flames. There is no reason why I can't even evolve a semicircular canal...

"Are you OK?"

Hermione walked out of the magic fire, just in time to see Alvin getting up dizzy.

"It's okay..." Ivan tried not to spit out this time: "Follow Zoe."

"That's great, huh? You can't find home when you leave the house." Hermione joked.

"Can't you remember it?" Ivan said casually.

Hermione's face turned red again: "It's not my home..."

"What's mine is yours, who among us will follow whom?" Ivan said with a smile, and a beautiful small yard appeared in front of them: "We've arrived!"

As soon as the two entered the hospital, the door opened.

Behind the door, Lar bowed slightly to Ivan: "Welcome home, Master Ivan, and the beautiful lady who came from afar."

Hermione was a little flattered: "Hello, my name is Hermione Granger."

"Oh...gentle Miss Granger..." Lal said humbly: "I am Master Alvin's servant, Lal."

"Servant?" Hermione looked at Alvin questioningly.

"House elf." Ivan shrugged and led Hermione into the house.

"That race that was enslaved by wizards?" Hermione frowned.

"Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest." Ivan glanced at her: "Don't you have too much sympathy and want to liberate them? Although I don't mind a few less servants, they will hate you to death."

"Evan..." Hermione was very dissatisfied with Ivan's argument: "That barbaric era has passed -"

"Oh, I have to interrupt you." Ivan shook his index finger slightly: "No, wizards still rule the entire magical world. At best, they just put on the cloak of civilization. Otherwise, what do you think the wizards rely on? Locking the savage men and horses in the Forbidden Forest? Why do you think the greedy goblin would honestly maintain the reputation of Gringotts instead of going on a rampage to extort and rob?"

"Who instilled this modern civilization way of thinking into you? A teacher in a Muggle primary school?" Ivan asked.

Hermione reluctantly said: "And my parents, do you have any questions?"

"Then have they ever told you that India is still a British colony?" Ivan asked again: "To them, low-caste people in India are just like cattle and sheep."

Hermione was speechless for a moment.

"A race that can cast spells without a wand and can travel through space at will regardless of the anti-Apparition spell -" Ivan said, glancing at Hermione: "What do you think - they are also losers in the war, why can goblins They are allowed to live as usual, and even control Gringotts, the largest multinational bank in the wizarding world, but the elf has to be marked as a slave for generations?"

Hermione fell silent, she really hadn't thought about this.

"Because it's powerful." Ivan said lightly: "It's so powerful that the five elves in my house have similar magic levels to Snape. If they are willing, they can wipe out an entire Auror team in three minutes."

"If the house elves rebel again and plan to subvert the living status of wizards, who will stop them then, you?" Ivan raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, maybe... I am indeed too naive..." Hermione said a little aggrieved.

Ivan shrugged: "No, I like your kindness. Don't worry, I won't abuse them."

Hermione raised her head in surprise and saw Alvin looking at her with a smile. His face suddenly seemed to be on fire, and even the tips of his ears had a seductive blush.