A Magical Hogwarts

"Hagrid, how did you get here?"

Along the way, William was chatting with Hagrid, because of this big man, he looked a little nervous.

Not only was he concerned about the safety of Muggle cars, but he also had motion sickness.

"I came here using Floo powder, and from the fireplace in Principal Dumbledore's office!"

There was pride in Hagrid's words, as if using Dumbledore's things was an amazing thing.

"What is Floo powder?"

After learning from Hagrid that Dumbledore was just a bad old man, Roy lost interest in the headmaster and became curious about the wizard's transportation.

"Oh, I forgot that you Muggles don't have Floo fans," Hagrid said apologetically.

"Floo powder is a kind of shiny powder. You only need to grab a handful, clearly say the name of the destination, and sprinkle it to reach it directly. It is very convenient."

William stroked Bobo Tea's tail and nodded thoughtfully.

This is a substance similar to teleportation, which is really convenient, but ah... Hagrid, what kind of eyes are you looking at?

William was sure that in Hagrid's big eyes, he saw a kind of pity called "Muggles all live in dire straits"!

There is no magic,

No Floo powder,

Even Hogwarts can't get on,

Isn't it pitiful?

It's so pitiful!

"Is there any other means of transportation besides Floo powder?" William asked.

"Too many, port keys, Apparition, Knight Bus..."

Hagrid seemed to recall bad memories. He stared at William and said solemnly, "Remember, don't take the Knights Bus. I vomited all the way last time and almost died in it.

Merlin's beard, the Ministry of Magic should outlaw this type of transportation..."

Hagrid suddenly took out a stained, terribly dirty handkerchief to cover his mouth, and waved his left hand, motioning William to find some other topic to divert his attention.

"Hagrid, you said Professor Robert is dead, so do we have a new professor?" William handed over a few olives and opened the car window.

Olives can take away a little nausea, which makes Hagrid feel better.

After Hagrid took the olive, he replied, "This position is not easy to find. Over the years, no one has been willing to come to Hogwarts to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Poor Professor Robert..." Hagrid turned the stained handkerchief over and blew his nose with a sound that sounded like a morning horn.

"I only knew that Professor Robert liked to drink, but I didn't expect that when he went to the Forbidden Forest, he would drink too.

I opened the door early in the morning, took a small basket with a basket of beans, and prepared to go to the forbidden forest to visit the lovely Aragog.

Then, I heard from Hufflepuff's students that Professor Robert was missing. Everyone searched and searched the Forbidden Forest, and saw a piece of his wizard robe hanging on the thorn wood.

Professor Flitwick said, "Oops, I'm afraid I was attacked by a magical creature.

Going in again, Professor Robert was indeed lying in the devil's net, his stomach had been pierced by the Tepo warthog, and he was still holding a bottle of fire whisky that was spilled all over the floor..."

Hagrid wiped his snot, looking extremely sad.

"Hagrid, what is the Devil's Web?"

Hagrid shuddered, as if remembering the scene of Robert's death.

"The Devil's Web is an extremely dangerous vine plant. When it matures, it can stretch out its tendrils to entangle those who come close to it, causing injuries to wizards."

Hagrid complained: "If you want me to say, such dangerous plants should be wiped out, otherwise it will easily hurt those fragile magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

I don't know why Professor Sprout collects the Devil's Web, it's a strange hobby..."

William narrowed his eyes, carefully taking down the knowledge of the magic world taught by Hagrid.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong. In Hagrid's words, it seemed that magical creatures were fragile, cute, friendly, and simple...

For example, the eight-eyed giant spider named Aragog that Hagrid just mentioned... In his description, it seems to be a hundred times cuter than Bobo tea.

Hagrid also invited William to rub Aragog's legs.

My God, is there such a cute creature in the magic world?

William had an inexplicable yearning for the Forbidden Forest.

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The car drove for half an hour before reaching the destination.

"It's here." Finally, there was no need to take the car anymore, and Hagrid raised his head excitedly.

He only heard a "bang" and his head hit the roof of the car.

Hagrid rubbed his head, there seemed to be no major problem, but there was a slight bulge on the roof.

Roy glanced dully, then turned excited. He finally had a reason to talk to Lyanna about changing to a new car.

"Oh, sorry, I'll take care of it," said Hagrid.

"It's okay." Roy waved his hand generously, as if this matter was not worth mentioning.

"It's back to normal." Hagrid took out his little pink umbrella and tapped on the roof of the car, and the bulge disappeared immediately.

"..." Roy discovered a terrible thing. When William learned magic, wouldn't he drive this car to death?

After getting out of the car, Hagrid led the two of them into a bustling street, which was crowded with people. ?

There are bookstores, record stores, burger specialty stores, movie theaters on the street... It seems ordinary, but there is no Leaky Cauldron Bar that Hagrid mentioned.

and many more…

William finally found a sign in an inconspicuous corner—it was a shabby sign with a black cauldron drawn on it, and the words "Broken Cauldron Bar" marked with a highlighter.

Hagrid smiled and said, "It's here - the Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place and the oldest pub in London, much older than any Muggle pub."

Hagrid's words were full of pride, but Roy was dumbfounded, he didn't see anything.

"Small problem, in order to prevent being discovered by Muggles, there are a lot of Confusion Charms here. Helping Muggle families enter Diagon Alley is also one of my duties."

Hagrid waved his little pink umbrella, and a blue light shot out, allowing Roy to see the bar too.

Although Hagrid was very proud of the Leaky Cauldron, he walked in and realized that it was a dingy, cramped bar.

I'm really sorry for its ancient name.

William glanced at the infrastructure inside with disgust. Not only was it old, but it was also very dirty.

What a waste, this place occupies the best position, and there is a strong flow of people.

If William is the boss, at least the decoration has to be upgraded several grades, and then the first place in the magic world that integrates food, chess and cards, bathing, massage, singing and other one-stop services.

Don't call it a bar anymore, just change the name to Broke Cauldron Club!

Decoration plans, publicity plans, marketing strategies, celebrity endorsements... These William already have drafts, the only thing missing is... money!

He touched his pocket, and there were only a few poor pennies in it... Poor, an eleven-year-old boy, how could his parents give a lot of money?

William couldn't help but miss that scratch-off again.

He also wanted to experience the unpretentious and boring life of the rich!

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