While the police in the street were not paying attention, Hermione took out his wand and put it on the back of the bronze statue. It came alive and lifted the skirt back. The rusty bronze became as soft as tulle.
It's more like a special means of space conversion. Su Ming and Hermione just feel that they are standing on the street full of witches.
It's like a busy bazaar. At least the road is three times wider than Diagon Alley, but the flow of people is more dense. The streets are full of sharp hats. There are various French Hawking voices. There are artists who are using magic to control dozens of Muggle instruments at the same time, playing alone on the roadside.
"The statue used to be there, but even underground, the magic still makes it float in the sky. It's all transparent glass in all directions. You can see the blue sky. There are fountains and music in the spacious hall. There is a faint fragrance of no plant in the air.
The witches here, both men and women, are brightly dressed, with warm smiles on their faces, and everyone is elegant.
Even if the unhappy Hermione came here, her small expression relaxed and began to be full of good wishes for her trip to busbarton.
"Well, let's register the wand. For the next semester, your mission at busbarton is to learn more than 30 foreign languages, learn magic etiquette, and make friends with every student. This is busbarton's specialty. It enrolls students from all over Europe. I can teach you foreign languages, but after thinking about it, I still want you to be in a multi lingual environment with more context... "
before waiting for her to be happy for a while, the professor told her new bad news. Just when she was going to bargain, things were completely out of her control.
The professor learned that she wanted beautiful new clothes and seized on her weakness.
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