Chapter 647

"... 'Muggle', yes, that's what it's called. About 300 years ago, the magic circles of various countries signed an agreement called the international confidentiality law, and then wizards and ordinary people, that is, Muggles, were strictly separated... Oh, don't worry, you'll learn these things in school later."

At more than one o'clock in the afternoon, Maka was walking with Alexander to Diagon lane. While walking, Maka talked to Alexander about the common sense of the magic world.

Of course, they were followed by Alexander's father.

In fact, the previous process of persuading Alexander's father was not easy. After all, the family has just lost a mother, and the child is only ten years old. I'm afraid any Muggle parent will not be relieved to let him go to a suspicious "Magic School" to study.

However, the magic surprise shown by Maka has long exceeded Mr. Wolff's understanding. Even a magician appearing on TV can't do such a magical thing, can he?

You know, it's in his own home!

However, in order to verify whether there are so-called "Wizards" in the world with his own eyes, Mr. Wolff still took the initiative to go to the magic world with them. Maka is not surprised, because even if the other party doesn't mention it, he will also mention it.

"... so do magic schools, like ordinary schools, have classes every day?" for a child, school can be full of fun, but it can also be full of constraints.

Maka, who was a little ahead, nodded easily and casually.

"Maybe the answer will disappoint you, but it is," he said, "But don't worry, learning magic is a very interesting thing - I promise you, as long as you keep interested in it, it will give you all kinds of joy! For example, you can learn how to fly on a broom and then fly in the air with other students to play ball - we call this sport 'Quidditch'."

"Oh! Can a wizard really fly on a broomstick? I really want to try earlier..." Alexander has been completely attracted by all kinds of novelty flowing from Maka's mouth. Look at him, maybe even his father who has been following behind has been forgotten.

But while Maka was thinking so, Alexander pursed his mouth, and the excitement and expectation on his face melted slowly in the afternoon sun.

"... you can even let people fly. Why can't you let mom live?"

Maka naturally heard Alexander's whisper. Not only he, but also Mr. Wolff, who was walking behind, obviously heard it, for his expression was also covered with gloom.

Maka thought for a moment, but gently took back the hand he was trying to put on Alexander's shoulder, because he knew that he had said what he should say. Sometimes, superfluous explanation and comfort would only backfire.

"Here we are," said Maka after a short walk on the streets of London. Maka finally stopped and pointed to somewhere along the road. "This is the broken cauldron bar. An entrance to Diagon lane is in the backyard of the bar - there is a commercial street only with wizards. We have to buy the school supplies you need there."

With Maka's account, Alexander looked in the direction he pointed out. Sure enough, there was a small bar. Although Mr. Wolff in the back turned his head there, he just moved his eyes suspiciously and showed that he had got nothing.

Maka took two steps back, touched his arm coldly, and smiled at Mr. Wolff who turned back.

"As I told Alexander just now," he said, "Wizards take the initiative to stay away from ordinary people, so naturally, we will set up magic in this place to prevent you from seeing... Look again! You should be able to see it now."

"... Oh!"

Mr. Wolff, who looked in the direction of the broken cauldron bar again, was surprised.

To tell the truth, Alexander's father is actually very tough. From his appearance, it can't be seen that he is the kind of man who will lose his soul because of a serious blow. In this way, Alexander's appearance may be inherited from his father, but he may be more inclined to the mother who dared to protect his close relatives in the explosion.

While thinking, Maka took Alexander to the narrow front door of the Leaky Cauldron bar.

This shabby bar is still cramped and dark as it was yesterday. For Maka, not to mention the appearance outside, at least the interior should be more clean and clear? Otherwise, whenever Muggle parents pass by here, this first impression is enough to lower their scores on the magic world and wizards.

"Oh - isn't this Mr. McLean? Why are you free today..." as Maka came in, a wizard in a top hat immediately caught a glimpse of him. "Oh, is it a freshman? Hello, little guy!"

Maka vaguely remembers his name is Digo. The only feature of this guy is his loud voice. No, his voice attracts most of the eyes in the bar.

For a moment, Maka could do nothing but respond to their greetings one after another.

In other words, with his current fame, not to mention in the British magic world, even going abroad may be recognized by some wizards who pay attention to current affairs. Once he made a high profile, his face could no longer keep a low profile.

"All right, everyone..." Marca smiled. "Thank you for your kind invitation, but I won't stay to have two drinks with you today. I'm sorry -"

As he spoke, he hurried through the bar with Alexander and Mr. Wolff and walked quickly to the back door. It was not until he came to the small courtyard in the deserted backyard that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sir, you seem very famous here? I feel like they are... In..."

"... flattering you."

The word Alexander wanted to say was supplemented by his father.

"Alexander, I have to say, you feel very sharp," Marca shrugged, "If you have the cheek to say - yes, I have some achievements, which you will naturally know in the future. But don't think so great of me. You know, most things in the world can't be successful by one person. In my achievements, I also have the help of many others... Many, many."

When she said these words, Maka couldn't help feeling a little.

In fact, he has been trying to take all the dangerous things on himself, but he didn't do much after all. If he did, maybe everything would be more perfect now - even if he knew that there was no "perfection" in the world?

Standing in front of a wall in the patio, Maka put aside her thoughts and stretched out her hand in front of her eyes.

"Remember here, Alexander," he said. "Start with the gap in this brick, count three up, two next, and then hit it three times with a wand - I'll take you to buy your own wand later."

After that, he pointed three points on the plain red brick with his fingers. The next moment, the brick shrank in, and the surrounding bricks turned aside, and soon revealed a big hole that could be passed through.

"Well... Sir, what about your wand?" Alexander asked what he cared about most while staring curiously at the wall.

"Oh," said Marca with a smile, "because my wand is big - you know, it's not so convenient sometimes if it's too big."

As far as the reason is concerned, his answer is really a big truth, isn't it?

"Welcome to Diagon Lane!"

When Alexander was again attracted by the Wizards dressed strangely in the streets, Maka timely said what the professor responsible for leading the freshmen would almost certainly say.

"The one opposite is mainly the crucible shop. Crucibles, scales and small medicine bottles. You'll need them - there's something on the list, remember?" Maka said, but took his father and son straight ahead. "But before that, we have to go to the gulingge wizard bank. The wizard shop doesn't charge pounds."

Diagon Alley is not big, so the shops are arranged very closely. Following Maka all the way, the father and son are dazzled by all kinds of goods with magical characteristics on both sides.

When they reached the fork of the road, they felt a burst of openness in front of them, because Guling Pavilion finally came into their eyes.

To tell the truth, Guling Pavilion is probably the most imposing place in Diagon Alley. It is a towering white building with polished bronze and silver gates, and solemn guards are standing in front of the gate.

Yes, there's nothing to be picky about except that the guard is really short.

"That's the goblins. In fact, they are not much different from us, that is -"

On the street outside the bronze gate, Maka was introducing her father and son, but suddenly heard a very familiar cry from the hall inside the gate.

"Time is money, my friend!"

"Oh..." when Maka heard this, she couldn't help laughing and crying about her original self, "By the way, I suggest you open an account here - the handling fee for opening an account is quite cheap, and there is no custody fee for low deposits. In fact, those goblins want everyone to deposit all their money in their vault! Because they can watch it every day!"