I Have a Monster Farm

On the streets of London, there are cars passing by on the streets, and pedestrians wearing heavy British jackets are hurrying to and fro, all busy with their own affairs.

The car looks very old, at least in Zhang Ziyu's eyes, these are old-fashioned styles, but they also fit the characteristics of this era.

"London in the 1980s and 1990s, I just don't know which year it is."

The age can be roughly judged by the buildings and cars, but it is not easy to know the specific year.

Zhang Ziyu's eyes fell on an old door in the middle of the corner between the bookstore and the record store. If the bookstore and the record store were both in the style of the 1980s and 1990s, then the front door composed of the dilapidated door leaf and the bell under the eaves , It is estimated that it can go back hundreds of years.

Such a dilapidated facade appeared on the streets of London, as if there was a thatched cottage in the middle of the commercial street, but no one noticed this dilapidated facade except Zhang Ziyu.

"The Leaky Cauldron, it landed directly on the famous place, good luck."

Zhang Ziyu walked in, the door had just opened, and the people in the Leaky Cauldron Bar subconsciously glanced at the door.

Originally, this Leaky Cauldron Bar was full of fish and dragons, people came and went, everyone was drinking and having fun, or inquiring about some news, so that they would not be interfered by others.

But Zhang Ziyu was different. She was dressed in a light blue Taoist robe, clean, with a bit of laziness and ease, which was incompatible with these sloppy wizards.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Ziyu walked past a few small round tables, and the bar gradually became noisy again, and his attention gradually became distracted.

"Sir, what would you like?"

Behind the bar is an old wizard, slightly Mediterranean, with a rosacea, and a big nose that looks like a cork, especially obvious.

He is Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, not very good-looking, but not bad.

"Do you want money?"

Zhang Ziyu asked, Tom was stunned, I don't need money to open a fart shop.

"Ahem, one Sickle for sherry wine, two Sickles for butter beer."

Zhang Ziyu said: "I only have gold on me, but I don't have Garen and Xike. Do you want to take it?"

Well, Tom finally understood the meaning of this strange wizard, he said: "In this case, you'd better go to Gringotts to exchange some, those goblins also accept gold, although the exchange rate is not too high. Butter beer, This time I invite you."

Tom was also willing to treat guests, and slowly put a glass of butter beer in front of Zhang Ziyu.

"You must be a wizard from the East. Today is a good day. You came just after Mr. Potter left."

Eastern wizards are rare here, and even Tom has heard of them occasionally, rather than seeing them with his own eyes.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ziyu asked, "Harry Potter?"

Tom smiled and said, "Of course it's our savior, the little guy is eleven years old, so he should be going to school."

The bar was originally a place for chatting, and the conversation started after a few words. It turned out that Hagrid just came over today and took Xiaomeng's new Harry Potter to the novice camp in Diagon Alley, preparing to purchase novice equipment .

Zhang Ziyu would like to chat a little more, but butter beer is not allowed. Creamy, high-sugar and low-alcohol beer, after two sips, Zhang Ziyu said that it is not as good as Fat House Happy Water.

So he chatted with Tom for a while, left three silver dollars, and said, "Thank you Tom, I don't have any silver Sickles on hand, but these few silver dollars are for you as a souvenir."

Silver coins can be made of silver, and silver dollars are also made of silver. Although the craftsmanship is different and there is no enchantment, it is still no problem as an equivalent gift.

Bypassing the bar of the Leaky Cauldron, Zhang Ziyu came to a courtyard-like place next to it, with a red brick wall in front of him.

Zhang Ziyu could feel that the red brick wall was a magical creation, probably Transfiguration plus some other magic, as a gateway to Diagon Alley.

Among the bricks on the wall, there is a position where the magic power is triggered. Tap it with a magic wand to open the passage.

Although Zhang Ziyu didn't have a magic wand, he did have spiritual power in his body. When he stretched out his hand and lightly tapped it, the bricks on the red brick wall began to move, and a small hole suddenly appeared.

The small hole kept deforming, the wall twisted, and soon a passage appeared in front of Zhang Ziyu, and Diagon Alley was in front of him.

A long street with a width of less than six or seven meters, there are wizards coming and going, there are men and women, most of the men wear black robes, and the female wizards wear a lot of variety, some wear robes, and some are beautiful. The dress is like a landscape.

In addition to the adult wizards, there are also many young wizards walking among the crowd. They are the most excited group of people, stopping here and playing there from time to time. They are full of curiosity about all the shops.

"It was really a happy childhood, but I went to school in the same year as Potter, so the happiness is coming to an end."

Zhang Ziyu felt rather gloating. When they went to school, they faced the threat of the teacher and the pressure of homework. They went to school to face the dark forces. This kind of treatment is unique.

Zhang Ziyu looked left and right from time to time as he walked, and was also very curious about Diagon Alley.

"Find a way to get a magic camera. If you don't have a camera when you travel, you can only look around. It's a pity that you can't take pictures when you see beautiful ladies and sisters."

Zhang Ziyu wandered around for a while, and found that many people would cast their eyes on him from time to time. He couldn't help but grow up and be handsome. With a neat Tsing Yi Taoist robe, it's no wonder that he doesn't attract people's attention.

"Forget it, go get some money first, and then buy some clothes."

Transfiguration can also transform clothes, but that's not necessary.

It seems that you can also cook, and when you travel, you have the ability to bring a pot to cook?

Zhang Ziyu walked towards the tall, sloping white building in the middle, the financial center of the magical world - Gringotts.

Gringotts is known as the second safest place in the wizarding world, only under Hogwarts.

Of course, those who call it that way will not end well.

Zhang Ziyu was going to exchange the gold in his hand for some Galleons, so that he could buy some things, delve into magic, and put things to work later.

But just a few steps away, he suddenly caught sight of a wizard wearing a hood and a purple robe.

The strong garlic smell permeated quietly, it was the smell of some unknown potion.

"Old V and his little hapless Quirrell?"

Zhang Ziyu narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth, it just so happened that it wasn't.

The kid Voldemort can appear here, isn't it because of the Philosopher's Stone kept by Dumbledore in Gringotts, and he plans to use it to refine some potions to resurrect himself.

Hagrid and Harry had already taken the Philosopher's Stone away first, but the old boy Voldemort didn't know it.

Strolling outside Gringotts right now, isn't it just to prepare for a vote and get the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts?

"It seems a little unreasonable not to give Lao Fu a helping hand when we encounter this, so we decided."

Zhang Ziyu narrowed his eyes, and suddenly had an idea, quietly released a paper man to follow, and found a corner where there was no one, and changed into a black robe with a hat directly.

Quirrell took Voldemort around, first stepped on it, and then found a corner where there was no one.

"Use the Disillusionment Charm to sneak in. Dumbledore put that thing in the shallow vault, and the defense is not strong."

"Yes, my master."

Quirrell covered his face obediently, and then cast a disillusionment spell on himself.

Voldemort was still not at ease, and personally used a certain spell to bless him, making his invisibility more thorough.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Ziyu's little paper man immediately hid deeper.

"It's started, it's my turn in ten minutes."