People are in Hogwarts, start summoning Tailu beast

"But this vault doesn't seem to be full..." Karl rubbed his chin and looked at the free space in the vault.Professor McGonagall's very familiar look flashed in her eyes.

Since it's a vault, doesn't it make sense that once the door is opened, the Galleons can't fit in and get out?

Mag: "..."

"You're still young, you don't need so much money!" Professor McGonagall counted a hundred gold galleons from the hill and put them into the small bag that had been casted with the "Invisible Stretching Spell".

This money is enough to cover the expenses of a first-year student for a whole year, and is even a hundred times more than the entire savings of the Weasley family.

Just thinking about it, Professor McGonagall counted out another two hundred gold galleons.

never mind!

Give him more, just in case Karl is short of money and does something else...

It’s so tiring to raise such a naughty kid!

……

The Leaky Cauldron

"Look, Harry, you're famous here!"

"Although you have never been to the magical world, many people know you!"

Standing in front of Hagrid, who is more than four meters tall, Harry Potter looks like a little chicken.

"Why do they know about me?"

"Maybe it's not appropriate for me to tell you these things!" Hagrid shrugged, took out his small umbrella and turned to face the wall.

"Remember, the way to enter Diagon Alley is to point the wand on the trash can and count..."

Halfway through his words, Hagrid looked at the trash can lying on the ground and couldn't say any more!

What the hell!

Is this the way this trash can is placed?

"Hagrid, what's wrong?" Harry Potter, who was memorizing what Hagrid said, followed Hagrid's line of sight and saw the trash can lying on the ground, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Ever since receiving the admission notice to Hogwarts, Harry Potter has been looking forward to the wizarding world.

result……

That's it?

A wizard stumped by a trash can?

"Well, there seems to be something wrong. He... I don't remember that he arranged the trash can like this!" Hagrid scratched his head in embarrassment.

This is how to do?

"Hey, what's wrong? Hagrid, why don't you go in!" At this moment, a wizard who knew Hagrid came over and asked, "You silly guy, have you drank too much? Have you forgotten how to enter?" Diagon Alley?"

With a teasing smile on his face, the wizard took out his wand from his robes.

"Let me tell you again, it's in the trash can..."

After a moment, the new wizard's expression froze as he looked at the trash can on the ground.

What the hell!

Why did this trash can change its location?

After a long time, more and more people filled the narrow patio, and the queue even reached the Leaky Cauldron. Everyone looked at the trash can on the ground with numbness.

Even Old Tom in the tavern was helpless.

After all, this trash can has been placed here for many years, and this has never happened before.

Everyone is going crazy. Who is so boring?

"Tom, has anyone been here before?" Hagrid asked after thinking for a moment.

"Before? Only Professor McGonagall took her children into Diagon Alley from here!"

Good guy!

Case solved!

Old Tom's words made Hagrid directly find out who was so boring.

Yes, it’s this very familiar style of pranking, it’s very Karl!

"Hagrid, what's wrong?" Harry Potter asked in confusion, noticing the subtle expression on Hagrid's face.

"Um, I want to remind you, when you get to Hogwarts, you must not mess with a kid named Carl..." Hagrid pouted, thought for a while before answering.

"Karl? Is he a professor? Is he great?"

"No, he is the same age as you, and he is also a freshman this year. You will understand when you get to school!" Hagrid shook his head.

"Oh!"

Harry Potter silently noted the name Carl in his mind.

"Oh, give in, give in!"

"I think... I should... let me have a try!" At this moment, Quirrell, who was wearing a turban on his head, came over and, under Voldemort's guidance, tapped a wall tile with his wand.

The walls immediately parted to both sides, and Diagon Alley reopened.

"Well done, Quirrell!"

"Oh, Merlin, I have to go shopping quickly..."

Only then did a group of people get through!

"Thank you! Thank you!" Quirrell pretended to stutter in response to everyone's thanks.

"Damn it, stop wasting your time!"

"Hurry up to Gringotts and take a look, we will take action tomorrow!"

An eerie voice sounded in Quirrell's heart.

"Yes, I understand, great master!"

After taking a deep look at the young figure of Harry Potter, Quirrell also walked into Diagon Alley and headed straight for Gringotts.

……

at the same time

Carl here

【drop!Congratulations to the host for causing a traffic jam in Diagon Alley and earning 30 plot points! 】

After coming out of Gringotts, Carl weighed the small bag containing three hundred gold galleons in his hand and raised his lips when he heard the system prompt.

The plot has begun, and obtaining plot points is indeed much easier than before.

Before, a prank like this could only earn single-digit plot points!

This time, there are thirty plot points!

"Let me see, let's go buy wands first!" Professor McGonagall looked around and finally focused on the wand shop located diagonally across from Gringotts.

"Okay, Mom!"

Karl has been disguising himself as a well-behaved and obedient child. Regardless of whether others believe it or not, he believes it himself.

The two walked a few steps and arrived at Ollivander's Wand Shop!

Ollivander is not only one of the "28 pure-blooded holy families", but also one of the three major wand-making masters in the wizarding world. His ancestral craftsmanship has led many foreigners to come to Diagon Alley to buy his wand.

On the outside of the shop is written clearly "Ollivanders, making exquisite wands since 380 BC!"

Professional cane making for 2000 years!

I opened the door and walked in. The long and narrow shop was not large, with a bench in the middle and various wands piled to the ceiling on both sides.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall!"

"Fir, with a dragon heartstring core. The ruthlessness of the dragon's heartstring and the inherent power of the fir tree combine to allow the wand to create spell energy that is not too lethal but is very powerful."

"A wand for a master of willpower and a gift for transfiguration."

"Is it still okay?"

Ollivander could clearly remember every wand he sold and never missed one. After speaking, he turned his eyes to Carl again.

"Look, there's a little wizard and a magical summoned beast. Professor McGonagall, is he the child you raised?"

"That's right, Ollivander, I brought Carl here today just to buy him a suitable wand!" Professor McGonagall looked a little nervous.

"This child's situation is a bit special!"