Hogwarts from another world

The next morning, Matthew woke up very early.

In fact, he barely got any rest the night before.

There are many things on my mind, about magic, about Hogwarts, and about the world.

It was obvious that the world he was in was exactly the magical world that Harry Potter lived in in his memory, but it was also very different from that world in his memory.

More importantly, according to Penelope Clivat's description, as a minor wizard of Muggle origin, he seems to have been firmly bound by the laws of this world, with no way to escape.

In this case, we can only take one step at a time.

While thinking about it, Matthew got up from the bed. There was a little breakfast on the old-fashioned wooden table: oatmeal, toast and grilled sausages.

After taking a few bites, although the taste was a bit strange, it was not inedible.

He already knew last night that the room he was in was Room 13 of the Leaky Cauldron, a bar in London.

A very famous place in the wizarding world.

Most of the first-year Hogwarts freshmen who are Muggle-born will be arranged here.

"Mr. Wakefield, are you up?" Just after Matthew had just finished breakfast, Penelope Clivat's voice came from outside the door.

"Of course, I've finished breakfast." Matthew quickly walked over and opened the door to the room.

"Then let's go now." The other party said with a smile: "As a first-year freshman at Hogwarts, you still have a lot of things to buy."

As she spoke, she put a parchment list into Matthew's hand.

"No problem." Matthew glanced at the list and stuffed it into his pocket.

Perhaps because it was very early, there were not many customers in the Leaky Cauldron.

Several old women were sitting in the corner drinking sherry from small glasses, one of them was smoking a long pipe; a man in a top hat was chatting with a bar owner who had almost all his hair removed and looked like a shriveled walnut. sky.

"Good morning, Miss Shimizu." The bar owner glanced over and saw Penello walking downstairs with Matthew, and smiled at her, showing a mouthful of rotten teeth.

"Good morning, Mr. Abbott." Penello nodded politely towards him: "I am taking the first-year students to Diagon Alley to buy necessities for Hogwarts."

"I wish you all the best."

"Thank you."

They walked through the bar of the Leaky Cauldron and arrived at a small patio surrounded by walls. There is nothing here except some weeds.

"Remember this brick, Mr. Wakefield." Penello took out a small wooden stick from somewhere and her wand.

At the same time, she looked at the wall on the other side of the Leaky Cauldron: "Starting from the bottom left, count 16 dollars across the line, and then count 12 dollars up. Remember, don't count wrong, otherwise there will be very bad consequences. .”

She tapped her wand three times on the brick.

The brick she knocked on shook and began to move. A small hole appeared in the middle, and the hole became larger and larger. Soon, an archway wide enough for two people to pass appeared in front of them, leading to a winding road. The winding cobbled streets have no end in sight.

"This is Diagon Alley, the largest wizarding shopping street in the UK."

Matthew followed Penello and walked along the archway. As they entered, the archway began to gradually narrow, and finally turned into the original solid wall.

Perhaps because he arrived very early, Diagon Alley was not as lively as Matthew imagined.

There were very few witches and wizards on the roadside, and they came and went in a hurry, and most of the shops were not open yet.

Seeing Matthew's eyes scanning the surrounding shops, Penello was slightly misunderstood about his thoughts:

"Don't worry about money, Mr. Wakefield. Hogwarts will bear all the expenses of every student for seven years at school, especially Muggle-born students. Let's go to Mr. Ollivander's wand shop first. , buy you a wand."

"Okay, it's up to you, Miss Crevat." Matthew nodded obediently.

The two continued walking along the alley, just as they passed a snow-white marble building that towered over the surrounding shops.

"This is Gringotts, the Wizarding Bank." Penello introduced: "Of course you won't need it until you graduate from Hogwarts."

Matthew just glanced at the gorgeous bank, and then moved his gaze to a gloomy side road next to it.

It was pitch dark inside the fork in the road, and nothing could be seen clearly; a crooked brass sign hung at the fork in the road, with a big "X" on it.

"Here it is." Matthew frowned and walked over curiously.

I saw the name clearly written on the sign: "Knockturn Alley."

"This road was originally Knockturn Alley." Penello came over and introduced: "It was a haunt of some extreme wizards. Many years ago, there were many shops selling extreme wizard items. But as early as ten years ago, This place was forced to close by the Ministry of Magic, and the owners of those shops were also imprisoned in wizard prisons."

Looking at the dark fog in Knockturn Alley in broad daylight, Matthew couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Has Knockturn Alley been closed?

Matthew turned around thoughtfully, and then he seemed to bump into something or rather, someone.

"I'm so sorry," Matthew turned around and apologized.

At the same time, he also saw clearly that the man's true face was an old man, skinny as a stick, wearing dirty pajamas, his hands were wrapped in gauze, and his shoes were old and shabby, and even the shoe openings were cracked. The whole body was in tatters, which was in stark contrast to the neat streets and the well-dressed witches and wizards.

"Honorable sir, poor old Umbridge, I haven't eaten for a day." The old man dressed as a beggar tremblingly raised a broken bowl with a chip: "One Knut and one Knut is enough."

Matthew was stunned.

A copper plate was thrown into the beggar's bowl, and then Penello pulled Matthew's clothes and motioned for him to leave quickly.

"Thank you, beautiful lady, thank you, distinguished sir." I only felt the beggar bowing behind them.

"He is?" Matthew asked incredulously after taking a few steps away.

It is hard to imagine that in this world where magic exists, there would still be beggars begging because they have no money to eat.

"It's just a Squib." Penello said calmly: "Just like children in the Muggle world have a very small chance of becoming wizards, children in the Wizarding world also have a very small chance of becoming Muggles. That is, there is no need for a Squib." Pay attention to him, he is not the same kind of person as us."

"Why not send him to the Muggle world." Matthew couldn't help but ask.

"Because they have learned too many secrets about the wizarding world since they were young, and it is impossible to let them leave." Penello simply replied: "Okay, we are here."

The store in front of me is small and shabby, but the gold-lettered sign on the door is new. It reads:

"Gregovich: Fine wands made since 473 BC."