Reborn at Hogwarts

As for why not choose to go directly through Diagon Alley...

The reason is simple, Ivan does not know the way.

There is no detailed description of how to enter Knockturn Alley in the original book, and the few times it is mentioned are briefly mentioned. Ivan only knew that he could enter Knockturn Alley from Diagon Alley, but he had no idea where the entrance was.

It's not realistic for a little wizard of his age to just pull someone on the street and ask "how to get to Knockturn Alley".

Floo powder is not something you can buy casually. Ivan has no experience in this, and he is afraid that if he buys a fake product, he will be sent directly to a black wizard's laboratory and be chopped into pieces.

In contrast, taking the knight bus is the safest way.

He wasn't in a hurry anyway, so it didn't hurt to wait.

...

The next day, Ivan got up early in the morning. After a simple wash, he lay down by the window and stared at the cars on the street with interest for a while. He didn't put on his coat until it was almost time. , picked up the wand and went downstairs.

He didn't forget to put all those important items in the deformed lizard skin bag hanging on his chest for safekeeping.

Going downstairs to the bar lobby, the boss was still standing behind the bar, concentrating on wiping the glasses. Ivan felt that he really wanted to polish the glasses as shiny as his bald head.

After saying hello to the bar owner, Ivan pushed the door open and came to the street. The early morning in London in August was still somewhat chilly. The boy wrapped his coat tightly, raised his wand and waved it casually in the air. Before the warmth dissipated from his body, he put his hands into his pockets.

The next moment, a deafening loud noise came from the corner of the street. Ivan looked around, and a bright purple three-decker bus rushed out of the alley in an unimaginable posture, and quickly passed through several cars that were in front of it. The muggle vehicle, which was ignored, came to a stop in front of Ivan amidst a tooth-piercing sound of brakes, and the word "Knight Bus" written in golden letters on the windshield shone in the sunlight.

Then, a conductor in a purple uniform jumped out of the bus and spoke loudly into the air in front of him without looking away.

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, the emergency passenger transport for witches or wizards in distress, just hold out your wand and step aboard, and we'll take you wherever you want! My My name is Stan Sampak, and today I am your conductor!"

After speaking these words at a very fast speed, the conductor looked around and suddenly looked bewildered.

"Where are people?"

"Here." Ivan had to say something before the conductor noticed him.

Exactly as described in the original book, this guy looks very young, at most seventeen or eighteen years old, he should have just graduated from Hogwarts, with a pair of big protruding ears, and a few acne dotted on his face.

"Oh—you're here." The conductor looked at him in surprise, "Is there anything urgent you need to do? With all due respect, I don't see that you seem to be in trouble."

"I can't find my way to Knockturn Alley." Ivan said casually.

"Knockturn Alley? It's not peaceful there recently." Stan Sampak shrugged. He didn't seem to be interested in asking why an obviously underage wizard went to the gathering place of dark wizards. , "Two Sickles. Pay three and get chocolates, pay five and get a hot water bottle and a toothbrush, pick any color you want - don't you have any luggage?"

He poked his head suspiciously and looked beside Ivan.

"No. The price is cheaper than I imagined. Can I have a glass of water? I don't want to eat chocolate." Ivan took three Sickles from his pocket and put them in Stan Sampak's hand, and then boarded the public car.

He remembered that in the original book, Harry Potter spent eleven Sickles on the Knights Bus for the first time, so he put a lot of silver coins in his pocket. Near, so don't need so much money.

"Yeah, those rich old men won't ride in our car, so who do we set a high price for?" Stan Sampak grumbled, and got into the car after Ivan.

There were no seats in the car, and there were six or seven beds with brass frames beside the curtained windows. On a bracket beside each bed was a candle, unlit only because it was daytime.

"You just sit here, the next stop is Knockturn Alley." Stan Sampak took a hard bench and put it next to the armrest in the car, "Be careful to hold on, if you fall, we will have to lift you up." To St. Mungo's—that's a charge. Your water." He handed Ivan a glass of water.

"Thank you." Ivan didn't care where he sat, and he didn't expect any high-quality service for the price of two Sickles, anyway, he only sat for one stop. The boy sat on the bench, draped loosely on the railing with one hand, and took the water from Stan Sampak with the other.

"Ern! Drive," Stan said to the driver in the armchair, sitting next to him. "Oh, this is our driver, Ern Pullan."

Ivan nodded politely to Ern.

Ern Pollan was an elderly wizard with thick glasses. He listened to what Stan Sampak said, and immediately stepped on the accelerator.

There was another deafening bang, and immediately afterwards Ivan felt a huge recoil force desperately trying to push him backwards, and his hand holding the handrail could not help but tighten a little bit.

In less than ten seconds, before Ivan tried to take a look at the scenery outside the window, the bus stopped again with a screeching sound of brakes. Stan Sampak took the unfinished glass of water from Ivan's hand, and gestured to the boy to see him off: "We've arrived at Knockturn Alley. You can enter by walking straight ahead with your wand."

"Thank you." Ivan thanked Stan Sampak and the old Ern Pulan who made people doubt whether he could be the driver. He squeezed through the gap between the two beds and jumped off. steps.

There was another loud bang—this was the third time Ivan heard this bang in just ten minutes. He didn't even have to turn his head to know that the Knight Bus had already left at full speed.

The place where the bus stopped was the entrance of a factory that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. Ivan glanced at the crumbling signboard above his head, and quickly took two steps forward, hiding away.

A few meters away is an open door. Inside the door is a deep darkness that cannot be seen to the bottom. Ivan frowned. He thought of the entrance of Nurmengard. The styles of the two places seem to be exactly the same.

Staring at the door for a moment, Ivan held his wand in his hand and strode out into the darkness.

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