harry potter book of crimes

"...'Muggles', yes, that's what they are called. About three hundred years ago, the wizarding world of various countries signed an agreement called the "International Statute of Secrecy", and then wizards and ordinary people - also

It's Muggles, the two are strictly distinguished... Oh, don't pay too much attention, you will learn these things in school in the future."

At around one o'clock in the afternoon, Maka and Alexander were walking on their way to Diagon Alley. As they walked, Maka told Alexander some common sense about the magical world.

Of course, Alexander's father was followed behind them.

In fact, the previous process of persuading Alexander's father could not be said to be very easy. After all, the family had just lost a mother, and the child was only ten years old, so they let him go to a suspicious "magic school"

I am afraid that any Muggle parent will not feel at ease when it comes to studying.

However, the wonder of magic displayed by Maka has long exceeded Mr. Wolfe's cognition. Even the magician who appears on TV cannot do such magical things, right?

You know, it's in his own home!

But in order to use his own eyes to verify whether there are so-called "wizards" in the world, Mr. Wolfe still took the initiative to go to the magic world with them to have a look. Maka was not surprised by this, because even if

If the other party doesn't mention it, he will still bring it up.

"...So, magic schools are just like ordinary schools, do they have to have classes every day?" For a child, going to school can be full of fun, but it can also be full of constraints.

Maka, who was walking a little ahead, nodded casually after hearing this.

"Perhaps the answer will make you feel a little disappointed, but it is true." He said, "But don't worry, learning magic is a very interesting thing - I want you to guarantee that as long as you remain interested in it, it will be great."

It will give you all kinds of joy! For example, you can learn how to fly on a broomstick, and then fly and play ball in the air with other students - we call this sport 'Quidditch'."

"Oh! So can wizards really fly on broomsticks? I really want to try it earlier..." Alexander has been completely attracted by the various novelties flowing from Maka's mouth. Look at his appearance

, maybe even his father who has been following behind him has been forgotten.

But just as Maka was thinking this, Alexander pursed his lips, and the excitement and anticipation on his face slowly melted away in the afternoon sunshine.

"...I can even make people fly, so why can't I make my mother come back to life?"

Maca naturally heard Alexander's whisper. Not only him, but also Mr. Wolfe who was walking behind obviously heard it, because his expression was also covered with a layer of gloom.

Maka thought for a moment, then gently took back the hand he was about to put on Alexander's shoulder. Because he knew that what he needed to say had already been said, and sometimes, unnecessary explanations and comfort would be counterproductive.

"We're here." After walking for a short distance on the streets of London, Maka finally stopped first and pointed somewhere along the road, "This is the Leaky Cauldron, an entrance to Diagon Alley.

Just in the backyard of the bar - there is a commercial street with only wizards, and we have to buy the school supplies you need there."

As Maka spoke, Alexander looked in the direction he was pointing. Sure enough, there was a small, inconspicuous bar there. Although Mr. Wolfe behind him also turned his head there, but

But he just moved his eyes in confusion, apparently finding nothing.

Maca took two steps back, touched his arm abruptly, and then smiled at Mr. Wolfe who turned around.

"As I just told Alexander," he said, "wizards take the initiative to stay away from ordinary people, so naturally, we will set up magic in such a place to prevent you from seeing it... Take a look again! You are now

You should be able to see it.”

"……oh!"

Mr. Wolfe looked in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron again and was suddenly startled.

To be honest, Alexander's father actually looks very tough. From his appearance, you can't tell that he is the kind of man who would lose his mind due to a serious blow. Looking at it this way, Alexander's appearance may be inherited from his father, but

In my heart, I am afraid that I am more inclined to the mother who had the courage to protect her loved ones in the explosion.

While Maka was thinking to herself, she led Alexander towards the narrow front door of the Leaky Cauldron.

This shabby bar is just like yesterday, still cramped and dark. As for Maka, let alone the appearance on the outside, at least it should be decorated cleaner and clearer inside, right? Otherwise, whenever there are Muggles,

When parents pass by here, this first impression is enough to lower their ratings of the wizarding world and wizards.

"Oh - isn't this Mr. McClain? Why are you free today..." As soon as Maka walked in, a wizard with a top hat immediately caught a glimpse of him, "Oh, is he a new student? Hello, little one

Guy!"

Maka vaguely remembered that his name was Di Ge. The only characteristic of this guy was that he had a very loud voice. No, his voice attracted most of the eyes in the bar.

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

It's true that with his current reputation, not to mention in the British wizarding world, even when he goes abroad, he will probably be recognized by some wizards who pay attention to current affairs. Once he makes a high profile, his face will be different in the future.

I can no longer keep a low profile.

"Okay, everyone..." Maka said with a smile, "Thank you for your kind invitation, but I am busy with work today, so I won't stay and have a drink with you. I'm sorry, sorry -"

As he spoke, he hurriedly led Alexander and Mr. Wolf through the bar and quickly walked to the back door. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he reached the small patio in the backyard where no one was around.

"Sir, you seem to be famous here? I feel like they are...in..."

"...I'm flattering you."

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

"Alexander, I have to say that you have very keen senses," Maka shrugged. "If you say it shamelessly - yes, I have some achievements, you will naturally know about it in the future. But don't think too much about me.

It’s so amazing. You know, most things in this world cannot be achieved by just one person. In my achievements, there are also many other people who helped me...many, many."

When saying these words, Maka couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

In fact, he has been trying to take all those dangerous things into his own hands, but he has not been able to do it after all. If he had really done it, maybe everything would be more perfect now - even if he understood it.

, How can there be any "perfection" in this world?

Standing in front of a certain wall of the patio, Maka put aside what she was thinking and stretched out her hand in front of her.

"Alexander, remember this clearly," he said, "Start from the gap in this brick, count three bricks up, count two bricks to the side, and then tap it three times with the wand - I will bring it up later.

You go buy a wand of your own."

After that, he tapped three points on the plain red brick with his fingers. The next moment, the brick shrank in, and the surrounding bricks also flipped sideways.

Soon a large hole was revealed that could allow people to pass through.

"Then... sir, where is your wand?" Alexander stared curiously at the wall and asked what he was most concerned about.

"Oh," Maka smiled, "because my wand is larger - you know, if it's too big, sometimes it's not so convenient."

As far as the reasons are concerned, his answer is really the truth, isn't it?

"Welcome to Diagon Alley!"

When Alexander was again attracted by the weirdly dressed wizards on the street, Maka said at the right time what the professor responsible for leading the new students would almost certainly say.

"The one opposite is mainly a crucible shop, with crucibles, scales and small medicine bottles. You will need them - it's written on the list, remember?" Maka said this, but instead led the father and son straight there.

He walked forward, "But before that, we have to go to Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Wizarding shops do not accept British pounds."

Diagon Alley is not a big place, so the shops are lined up very closely. As Maka walked along, the father and son were dazzled by the various products with the characteristics of the magical world on both sides.

When they reached the fork in the road, the two of them suddenly felt their eyes widening, because Gringotts finally came into view.

To be honest, Gringotts is probably the most majestic place in Diagon Alley. It is a tall white building with shiny bronze and silver doors. There is also a solemn-looking man standing in front of the door.

of guards.

Yes, apart from the fact that the guard is a bit short, there really isn't anything worth criticizing about.

"That's goblins. In fact, they are not much different from us, they are just——"

On the street outside the bronze door, Maka was introducing the father and son, but suddenly he heard a very familiar call coming from the hall inside the door.

“Time is money my friend!”

"Oh..." Upon hearing this, Maka couldn't help but feel a little bit dumbfounded by the old 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 charge for low-deposit deposits.

Storage fees. In fact, those goblins would like everyone to deposit all the money into their vault! Because then they can watch it every day!"