I went to Hogwarts after being spotted by Grindelwald

"Is this the happiness of Emperor Ou?"

Sean, with the corner of his mouth raised crazily, immediately clicked on the card.

Echoes of Hermione Granger (Gold): Within half an hour of using this card, for every five spells you cast, the next spell will become silent; for every twenty spells you cast, the next spell will become silent.

The spell will become a wandless spell; every forty spells cast, the next spell will be amplified. (The echo effects can overlap)

Sean looked at the card with a look of amazement. If Dumbledore had obtained this card, for him, this card would have extremely limited effect, but for him who has not yet grown up, this card would be simply

Artifact!

The only limitation is the number of spells, but compared to its powerful effects, this is not a flaw.

Satisfied, Sean chose to stop. Life is all about learning to stop when things are good.

…

The next day, when Sean led Alan to stand in front of the Leaky Cauldron, Alan was holding a suitcase and looking doubtfully at the crowds of people on the street.

"Damn it, I've passed by here so many times, but I never noticed that there's a bar here."

"Actually, I haven't noticed either." Sean gently pushed open the door of the Leaky Cauldron.

Expected mess.

Allen took out his handkerchief, frowned and whispered: "I'm already beginning to regret letting you learn magic, Sean."

"But it's interesting, isn't it, Dad."

As a well-known place in the wizarding world, the Leaky Cauldron is not a popular place.

Several old ladies were sitting in the corner, drinking sherry from small glasses, and one of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man wearing a top hat was chatting with the bar owner, who had almost all his hair removed and looked like a shriveled walnut.

When the conversation between the two came to an end, Sean walked over and nodded slightly to the bar owner: "Good day, sir, are you Mr. Tom?"

Tom glanced at him and showed a slightly ferocious smile: "Freshman? Hogwarts?"

"Yes, sir."

"follow me."

Following the limping Tom across the bar, they came to a small patio surrounded by walls. Tom took out his wand and said, "Remember this brick, you can enter by yourself after you have the wand."

After speaking, he clicked on the brick surface three times.

In Allen's exclamation, the brick shook and began to move. A small hole gradually appeared. As the wall brick moved, the hole became larger and larger. Soon, a huge archway appeared between the father and son.

in front of my eyes.

After walking out of the passage, the view suddenly widened, and the sunlight shone on the wall behind which had returned to its original state.

It's completely different from what Sean has seen in movies or imagined.

The solid and smooth cobblestone streets are not small alleys with only a dozen shops. There are bustling crowds on the road. Sean has noticed several ordinary people. They are obviously wearing normal but not sociable clothes and carrying what should be

It was a newborn child, looking around with dizzying eyes.

On both sides of the road are all kinds of wonderful magic shops, and you can't even see the edges at a glance.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley." Tom showed his scattered front teeth and tried to give him a friendly smile.

Sean didn't show any disgust. He smiled and greeted: "Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Tom."

After saying goodbye, the father and son looked at the various places in Diagon Alley in amazement. This place was completely different from the narrow alley in Sean's impression. It was more like a commercial street with a huge flow of people.

Is this the new change brought about by Grindelwald not falling?

Along the way, Sean and Alan wished they had a few more eyes. There were all magical things they had never seen before.

Not only that, the business atmosphere in Diagon Alley seemed to be much more competitive. He had already seen three or four shops selling magical animals.

"Renting a vampire castle in Transylvania... Our company is not responsible for the casualties of passengers?! Damn it, this travel agency will not go bankrupt?" As the owner of a private hospital, Mr. Wallop is not satisfied with such terms.

The reaction was quite intense.

"Let's go, Dad, we have a lot to buy." Sean took his father and left the travel agency called Horror Tours.

"Yes, yes, let me see..." Alan looked away, "That's, um, Gringotts, right? We need to go there to exchange currency for wizards." He winked at his son.

Blinking his eyes, he quietly picked up the suitcase in his hand.

Of course Sean knew what it was, gold and gems.

Mr. Wallop said it was not enough.

The two walked to a tall, snow-white building. Next to the shiny bronze door stood a goblin in a scarlet uniform.

The goblin seemed to have no intention of coming up to greet them. Allen muttered, "Service awareness needs to be improved," and the two of them passed through a silver door again and entered the hall of Gringotts.

At this time, another goblin wearing a dress vest came up to him. He spoke very quickly and his voice was very cold.

"A new baby in a Muggle family?"

"Yes, hello."

"Follow me." The goblin led the two of them through a door. There were two rows of very high counters inside, and many customers wearing jackets and dresses were doing business. It seemed that this place was specially designed to serve Muggle families.

Walking up to an idle goblin, Sean said: "Hello, I need to exchange some galleons."

"Name, school." The goblin behind the counter didn't even raise his head.

"Shaun Wallop, Hogwarts."

The goblin tilted his head, glanced at the parchment beside him, and continued.

"List confirmation... Five pounds can be exchanged for one gold Galleons, one Galleons can be exchanged for 17 silver Sickles, and one Sickle can be exchanged for 29 Copper Nats. The exchange limit for first-year students is 100 Galleons, and the annual limit thereafter is 60.

"

Mr. Wallop frowned. He had just taken a cursory glance at the shop window. A book only costs two galleons. How can 100 galleons be enough?

He cleared his throat: "Sir, can I only exchange so much?"

The goblin raised his head, with an ugly smile on his face.

"Of course, do you think Muggle currency is useful to us? Every galleon, Sickle, and even Knut has magic on it. What about pounds? In fact, these galleons are Hogwarts

Sponsored to you."

"What about the other things?" Allen put the suitcase on the counter, and there was a wonderful sound of gems clashing inside.

The goblin raised his pointed ears and opened the box. In an instant, his ugly eyes widened, and his voice suddenly became passionate and sharp.

"Of course, of course! We at Gringotts welcome all trade in precious metals and gems!"