Chapter 1616

The broken cauldron bar has the Muggle expelling mantra and the protection of the red gall loyal mantra. Muggle can't see here. Even if it is approached unintentionally, it will suddenly leave because of the memory of what's going on at home.

But these are useless for Su Ming, just like the holy place in New York where he entered the 40K universe for the first time. He just pushed the Muggles forward a few steps, and then directly entered the dilapidated tavern.

Small from the outside, at least, it's on a quaint street, sandwiched between a record store and a big bookstore, and, to the Grangers, it seems to have sprung up between two buildings.

I didn't see it just now, but when I approached, it was there. It seemed that only half a door was squeezed on some mottled red bricks. It was estimated that it was very difficult for anyone who was a little fatter to enter.

"This is the broken cauldron bar. You can't even see it without a wizard leading the way."

Su Ming opened the door of the shop and let several people behind him enter. It seemed that there were two worlds inside and outside the door.

A warm, warm feeling, accompanied by the noise of the breath spread.

Witches and witches crowded around the round table and bar, drinking different drinks from wooden cups, making all kinds of strange noises. Most of them turned red, and even some people who had gone to sleep were eaten by their pet cats.

Of course, some people have noticed several new entrants, such as the owner of the bar, little Tom.

He looks at least sixty years old, but everyone calls him little Tom, who knows why. The broken cauldron bar is the front door of Diagon Alley, and Su Ming is one of the owners who set up shop in Diagon Alley. Naturally, he had a lot of contact with this place in the past two months.

Tom wrinkled his rosacea with a smile, as if he had accidentally soaked it in the tip of his nose when he was making wine. It was a big red lump with a narrow and strange face.

"Welcome, Mr. Wilson. Would you like a bottle of golden malt today?"

"No, little Tom. Hogwarts is about to start school. I'm bringing my students and parents today. It's not a good time to drink." Su Ming replied gently, as polite as a nobleman.

The owner of the bar suddenly realized that he held up his glass to Su Ming: "I almost forgot that you are still a professor at Hogwarts. By the way, have you ever seen a boy who survived a disaster?"

Hearing this name, many people in the bar cocked up their ears, and the noise went down a lot. Some people even continued to make noise. People around them swung their bottles and put the drunk down in order to hear the news about Harry Potter.

Bars are such a place. News flows very fast. Many people don't come to drink, they just come to inquire about something.

"I said why your business is so good today." Su Ming smiles and shakes his head, and leads the Granger family to the courtyard outside the back door of the pub. "It's Hagrid's job to pick Harry Potter to school. I'm sorry, I've never seen any boy who survived a disaster."

There was a faint voice of disappointment in the tavern, and it soon became noisy again. Some people did not know who Hagrid was. Some people told them that he was the gatekeeper of Hogwarts. He was expelled from the fourth grade because of the murder of his classmates. He was a bad boy since he was a child.

Some people even began to describe in a low voice how bad Hagrid was, how the half giant cheated Dumbledore and stayed at Hogwarts to continue to do bad things.

As Su Ming said, there is a lot of intelligence in the bar, but how to judge whether the information is true or false is the time to test the basic skills of mercenaries.

After meeting the "real" Witches, the Grangers' expressions were not surprised. These people were similar to their imagined images, but they were far different from Professor Wilson in terms of bearing and demeanor.

It's hard to describe that feeling, but they think that maybe Professor Wilson is a big shot in the magic world, and that the people in the bar, like drunkards in Muggle bars, can't get on the stage.

When the couple came back to their senses, the professor had already pulled out a golden wand from his belt. He counted three bricks above the garbage bin in the backyard, and then counted two horizontally. He tapped three times on the wall with his wand.

In fact, it doesn't have to be a magic wand made by a god killer. It's not difficult to break the wall directly with a big sword at night. It's just a mechanism that needs to detect the energy output.

How to say that the God killer is also a artifact, not only charged with light, but also with energy.

The bricks trembled and gradually sank into a small hole. The brick wall around the hole was like a blanket, slowly rolled open and turned into an arch, showing the prosperous scene of diagonal lane to the public.

Countless witches jostle in the not so spacious alleys, and there are as many pointed hats of various colors as there are pointed roofs on both sides of the road.

The sound of the peddling and the noise is comparable to that of a mortal vegetable market, and this is still the place just entering Diagon Alley.

"Diagon Alley is a long cobblestone street, in which you can find all kinds of weird and exciting shops and restaurants. Generally, little wizard will buy learning equipment here before entering school in Hogwarts. It is also the most prosperous commercial street in the British magic world. The land space here is increasingly insufficient and the land price is increasing day by day. There are many brand flagship stores here. "Su Ming put away his weapon and introduced it to the three people behind him with a smile. But at this time, all the family members were talking. I'm afraid that they could not hear anything.

"Cough." He coughed politely and awoke the three people who were like walking into the dream world: "now let's go to gringott to exchange pounds."

the purchase list of Hogwarts freshmen is very long, including gowns, wands, crucibles and so on. However, with Su Ming, a local villain, who leads the way or even cuts the queue, everything is quickly bought.

During this period, he met the professor with a cold chin, and then walked away with a cold voice.

"I don't feel like that professor." Hermione said to Su Ming in some fear that she still had the crucible she had just bought, and there were several books in it.

Su Ming smiles and shakes his head. He takes his family, who are already tired of shopping, to the dining area outside the door of the Florin ice cream store and sits down. After asking for four color changing sundaes, he answers the little girl's question:

"Hermione, as your Professor, the first lesson I want to teach you is not to judge people by their looks. Professor Snape is a very good man. Although he is a little more strict, there are serious teachers in any school, right

"Really?" Hermione couldn't figure out why he didn't smile like Professor Wilson if he didn't hate himself?

Mr. Granger looked down at the menu, as if calculating the sugar content in ice cream. He touched his daughter's head: "listen to your teacher, since he said that the professor is a good man, maybe it is because of some facial disease that people can't smile."

As an adult, he knew that the professor was right. He taught children not to judge people by their appearance, which is a common truth everywhere.

"I see, professor. Thank you." Hermione was very obedient. Since both the teacher and father said that, it must be true.

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