HP Approaches the Magical World

It was already noon when I woke up the next day.

When Jon woke up, his whole body was sore, as if he just had a fight with a boxer yesterday, and his whole body was not well.

Theoretically, there would be no such big sequelae, or in other words, this magic has no sequelae, after all, it has been protected before entering the space gap, and as long as the magic power is enough, it can appear all over the world. It's not normal for magic to have such a big aftereffect.

Jon felt that his body should be drained of magic power caused by too much magic power being drawn in an instant.

After rolling on the bed for a while, Jon got up, took a shower, and packed his things.

Of course, he only had one small box.

After packing up, Jon started to get hungry.

The resort has its own restaurant, which is open to residents like Jon for free. Jon didn't hear anything unusual on the way to the restaurant, so he knew that the death of the black wizard hadn't been discovered yet.

After lunch, Jon went back to pick up his things, then checked out the room, took a taxi to the train station, and then took the train to London.

To be honest, he didn't intend to go to Gringotts at this time, because he knew that Gringotts had just experienced a vault robbery without counting the time, and it must be heavily guarded now.

But what does this have to do with Jon?

He is a little wizard with a good style and a pure family background, how could he run to rob a bank with nothing to do?

Moreover, it is really inconvenient to take a bunch of things to Iceland. What if you are targeted by bad guys?

Jon has always been a man of action. Although he seems thoughtful to others, he doesn't think so himself.

He just uses the wasted time of others in the process of action to think, and uses the time of others to sleep to study.

Now he has better conditions than many people and works harder than many people, so why can't he be more successful than many people?

No one's success is brought by strong winds.

This time, Jon took the express train to London, so it didn't take long to get there. There was still some distance between the train station and the Leaky Cauldron, so he didn't rush there, but went to have dinner nearby first.

Old rules, McDonald's.

After sitting in McDonald's for a while, when it was dark, Jon put on a hoodie and walked into the Leaky Cauldron.

After all, this was his first time here. The last time he picked up antiques from Gringotts, he was busy. He asked his father and aunt to handle the matter, and he sent the things to the auction house when he came out.

This bar is actually not as small as described in the original book, but the filth is about the same.

At a glance, Jon saw several old women and their cats sitting in the corner of the room drinking wine from small cups. One of them was smoking a long pipe, which filled the room with a choking smell of smoke—— Of course, it wasn't just the old lady who was smoking alone.

A wizard wearing a top hat was sitting at the counter chatting with the bar owner who had almost stripped his hair, his expression seemed to be saying something extraordinary.

No one paid attention to Jon's existence. After all, as the only entrance under the normal way of Diagon Alley, there are a lot of strange faces coming and going here every day.

Not to mention a child like Jon who knew he was still young at a glance.

None of the guests in the bar paid attention to Jon. They only regarded the young man wearing glasses as a senior Hogwarts student who came to Diagon Alley to buy textbooks - after all, Jon's current height It's about the same as a fourth or fifth grader -- there are students like that every day.

Even the owner of the bar didn't pay any attention to Jon, and he probably could tell that Jon wouldn't stay here for too long.

Jon enjoyed the feeling of being ignored very much. He slowed down slightly and listened to the guests in the bar.

The bar was full of tension and excitement.

Jon listened briefly, most of the guests were discussing about Harry Potter, but when discussing the Boy Who Lived, he had to discuss the mysterious man who left a psychological shadow on countless wizards , plus the incident that Gringotts was broken into two days ago, although it is said that nothing was stolen, it still makes people panic.

Who knows when the robber broke into Gringotts, and stopped at the Leaky Cauldron?

No one would feel at ease thinking that he might pass by such a dangerous person.

Jon continued to walk forward, his eyes swept around, but he didn't see the figure of Professor Quirrell.

It is estimated that he is hiding somewhere to heal himself.

Jon thought to himself, after all, Gringotts is not so easy to break into.

He walked across the bar to a small walled patio, where there was nothing but a trash can and some weeds.

Very good, almost the same as I knew before.

Jon drew his wand, looked up, and began counting the bricks above the dustbin.

"Count three up—and two down—"

He would never memorize the formulas. In fact, even if there were no formulas, he could still figure out which brick was wrong.

After all, the color of that brick is different from others.

He tapped the wall three times with the tip of his wand.

Immediately afterwards, the knocked brick shook and began to move.

A small hole appeared in the middle, and the hole became bigger and bigger. After a while, a wide archway appeared in front of Jon, and inside was a winding cobbled street with no end in sight.

Jon raised his legs and stepped in. As he moved forward, there was a sound behind him, which should be the sound of the hole turning back into a brick wall.

Jon walked briskly on the street, which was as lively as ever. He quickly passed a familiar shop, which was the one opened by Mrs. Smith's friend.

The owner's wife was greeting guests at the door, and she recognized Jon immediately when she saw him.

There was no other way, so Jon had no choice but to greet the witch with a smile. The aunt and aunt spoke briefly for a while, and then excused themselves to leave.

He doesn't even know people's names!

But soon, he came to a snow-white building towering above the surrounding shops. Beside the shiny bronze gate stood a figure in a scarlet and gold uniform, who was about older than Jon. The two-headed goblin, with a dark face and a polite smile on his face, nodded slightly towards Jon who was walking over with a box.

Gringotts has arrived.