The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The two little ones got into Mr. Granger's car and came to the Leaky Cauldron,

"Wow, there's another bar like this here? Why didn't I find it when I passed by?"

Hermione discovered something carefully, and said to her father, "Maybe it's not just you", pointing to the countless pedestrians passing by the door of the Leaky Cauldron, and they all passed in a straight line.

"Maybe they used some tricks to make this place only visible to wizards and the like." Cyrus felt that this trick seemed familiar,

"Okay, everyone, let's go in, we still have to buy a lot of things." Mr. Wendell mustered up his courage and pushed open the door of the bar first.

However, the scene before her turned all expectations in Hermione's heart into bubbles, and she frowned. The whole bar was in a mess, which can be described as dirty and messy. It was dark and dilapidated. The old lady was sitting in a corner drinking sherry wine, and the remaining five or six middle-aged men were drinking wine in large glasses. Beer foam was scattered all over the seats. Among them, there was a Dai The man in the tall hat chatted with the old bartender with a silver cane.

The old bartender was bald and looked like a swollen walnut with the wrinkles on his face.

At this moment, the old bartender found the group of them, raised his cup and shouted: "Hey! Would you like a drink?" Then he caught a glimpse of the two little ones next to the man, "Are you freshmen?" Look at their costumes It didn't look like a wizard's clothes, but more like ordinary people's clothes, and his attitude suddenly became flat.

Mr. Wendell nodded politely with a smile on his face, "Yes, may I ask how to get to Diagon Alley?"

"Muggle wizard? Hmm...Okay, okay, come this way, follow me" The old bartender walked behind the bar.

Cyrus frowned slightly. Obviously, the attitude of this 'guide' changed so quickly that he already felt the abnormality of this magical world.

They went behind the bar, where there was only one wall and a trash can.

The old bartender said to them against the wall next to the trash can: "Count three pieces up from here—and then count two pieces further down—remember, and knock three times."

The knocked brick trembled and began to move, the opening of the hole began to grow larger, and in a short while an archway large enough for three people appeared in front of them, leading to a road paved with cobblestones, and the three of them just walked in.At this time, the dazzling sunlight hit a plaque, which seemed to be selling pot.

"We have to change the money first, your letter said...to Gringotts, right?"

Hermione looked around curiously, the shops, the objects placed in the shops, the bustling crowds, some selling parchment, moon globes and medicine bottles, even when passing by a shop, a fat woman shouted: " Hey! Check it out, Dragon Liver only costs seventeen Sickles an ounce.

They walked along the main road until they came to a snow-white building standing high above the surrounding shops. Beside the shiny bronze gate stood a figure in a scarlet and gold uniform with pointed beard and ears. dark face.After the three of them walked through the gate, a second door appeared. On the two silver doors, words were engraved on the left and right:

Come in, stranger, but beware of what happens to your insatiable greed, and you will be punished the most if you take it for nothing, so if you want to take from our underground vault a piece of wealth that was never yours, thief Ah, you have been warned, beware not treasure, but evil.

Two small things like the one standing in the doorway came and led them into a high marble hall and ushered in front of an idle worker.

"Hi, we need some money"

The pointy-eared, goblin-looking creature said, "Muggle family? Five pounds equals one galleon, one galleon equals seventeen silver sigrams, and one sigram equals twenty-nine knuts."

Hearing this conversion, which was as uncomfortable as in the UK, Wendell's head was already getting bigger. At this time, Cyrus took out the envelope and handed it over.

"I am a freshman applying for funding"

"Sponsorship? It's okay Cyrus, I can help you exchange points together"

Cyrus thanked Mr. Wendell very much, "Well...no need, why not use it if you can apply for funding?"

"Well, respect your choice"

After the goblin checked and confirmed that it was the new student's envelope, he reluctantly took out a small bag of Galleon.

In the end, Mr. Wendell also opened the suitcase for his daughter, took out pieces of gold, and exchanged at least one hundred gold Galleons for Hermione.

Hermione couldn't wait to grab Cyrus and ran outside,

"Hey, I'm curious what books will be available in the bookstore in the wizarding world"

"My suggestion is that we finish shopping for other things first, and then go to the bookstore at the end?"

The two of them first came to a long robe shop. The shop manager was a short, fat witch with a pleasant smile, wearing a violet robe,

"Are you here to buy uniforms for Hogwarts school? My dear." Looking at the two who didn't know how to speak, he said again, "We have too many here, come here." Pulled two small dogs to measure their height and body long.

"Can you make a hooded robe? I'm thinking of having an extra spare"

"Hooded?" "Yes"

"No problem." Hermione interjected, "I want one that is the same as his, and I will pay for the processing of these two."

Cyrus was stunned, "It's not necessary, Hermione~" Before he could say anything, the girl said, "You are my little brother who has no money, it's not normal to spend some money for your own servant something?"

After speaking, he raised his head slightly and shifted his gaze elsewhere.

Cyrus scratched his hair, lowered his head and didn't know what to say, and didn't notice the corners of Hermione's mouth that were slightly raised.

The second place to go is the Ollivander Wand Shop. The shop is very small, with only one waiting bench and nothing else. There are thousands of cardboard boxes on the ceiling, as if revealing to Cyrus Old rumors.

"Good noon" an old but soft voice sounded, and an old man appeared in front of them,

"Hi, we're here to buy wands"

"Yes, yes, which hand do you use most?" He took out a graduated silver measuring tape from his pocket,

The two replied: "The right hand"

He measured the two of them from the shoulders to the tips of the fingers, then from the wrists to the elbows, and from the shoulders to the floor.

"Everyone's choice is unique." With a trembling body, he took out a few boxes and debugged them for Hermione first.

Fortunately, I tried it out as soon as I reached the third one.

"Okay, this is the one that suits you best. Grape vine wood and dragon's heart tendon. This combination is usually suitable for those who pursue lofty ideals." Of course, Hermione's birthday is also a grape in the Celtic calendar. Vine wood, representing happiness and anger, Ollivander motioned Cyrus to come forward,

"This one, ashwood and giant beard, oh." Cyrus waved it, and the window glass behind him suddenly shattered, "It doesn't look like it"

"This one, acacia wood and unicorn feathers" "Oh~ it doesn't seem to be"

After trying five or six in a row, none of them fit, Hermione got bored of waiting, and sat on the chair with one hand supporting her head, while the other secretly poked Cyrus' waist.

Cyrus was a little helpless.

When he tried No.18, he waved it casually as always, and the mess in the store instantly returned to their original positions.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable! It seems to be this one, aspen and ptarmigan tail feathers"

The old man handed the wand to Cyrus, "It is suitable for the owner of aspen wood, and the will is very firm. It is said that in the 18th century, there was a notorious secret dueling club, which called itself 'Silver Spear', and they only accepted those who used People with aspen wands. And, of course, some revolutionaries.

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After visiting the store, the two sat on chairs at the door of the bookstore, secretly eating ice cream. Cyrus paid attention to the people at the end of the street, and whenever he found Mr. Wendell, he would tell Hermione immediately.

Stretching his legs, feeling the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the ice cream, and of course, the thrill of secretly eating ice cream behind his parents' backs, and it's their favorite flavor, Cyrus's is chocolate and chopped nuts , Hermione's is strawberry jam and snow cream.

"Have we finished shopping?" Hermione asked, flipping through the book she just bought.

"All bought." Cyrus tilted his head and looked at her, then leaned his head on her shoulder naturally, eating ice cream in small bites.

For some reason, Hermione always gave him a feeling of peace of mind, and this feeling was deeper than that of his previous teachers. There was a bit of sunshine-like warmth in An's heart, as if she knew him very well. A deep understanding.

Like every time Cyrus' head rested on Hermione's shoulder, she would always wrap her arms around him.

The golden sunlight shone on the two of them, and Cyrus was as comfortable as a cat that has inhaled mint grass, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

"Ha~ The days when I don't have to save the world are comfortable"

On this day, vine wood, which represents ideals, intertwines with aspen wood, which represents firm change.