The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

In less than a breath, Loren saw the golden hourglass turning upside down dozens of times——

An invisible wave enveloped the corner on the right side of the bar, and something unspeakable cut them off from the outside world.

The aftermath of the explosion... The air wave touched the wall, which cracked and collapsed. The air wave overturned the tables and chairs in the bar, overturned a middle-aged witch wearing a pointed wizard hat at the door, and overturned a woman hiding under a large cloak. strange wizards...their screams, Old Tom's exclamations, the noisy Aurors and pedestrians outside...

The smells in the bar...the sweet, bubbly aroma of butterbeer, the stale smell of grease in the bar...and the heat from the fire in the fireplace, the cold wind squeezing through the cracks in the door.

All sights, sounds, smells, and even physical sensations disappeared.

Countless slender golden streams of light revolved around them. In the bright golden world, a few faint blood reds made people feel uneasy.

Loren and Hermione felt as if they were the only ones left in the world, and the three professors next to them. They looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes. Loren blinked his eyelids and moved his lips, trying to say something.

But some invisible force imprisoned them, unable to move or speak.

Snape, McGonagall and Professor Flitwick also saw them. The three professors' eyes flashed with concern, which quickly disappeared into deep thoughts.

The golden stream of light suddenly shone brightly, and Loren and the others felt like they were flying backward at an unprecedented speed. All the blood in their bodies was struggling to squeeze forward, and their throats and stomachs were beating and wanted to be ejected from their bodies... Right before they When the eyeballs were so bulging that they seemed to pop out of their sockets, the flight stopped.

The golden stream of light stopped, and the crystal clear sand emitted a soft light, like countless stars.

The light of the real world shone in again, and a noisy sound like a tide flooded into my ears.

It was still the Leaky Cauldron Bar, but this Leaky Cauldron Bar was a little different from the Leaky Cauldron Bar they were familiar with. It looked a little neater, and the tables and chairs were not so old.

At the bar, a group of wizards in different clothes were sitting together, looking at a construction drawing with a sad face.

Before Loren and Hermione could speak, Professor McGonagall held them in her arms and shook her head to signal them to be quiet.

Snape and Professor Flitwick took out their wands in unison and placed them across their chests, protecting Professor McGonagall and the two little wizards from one side to the other. The atmosphere in the bar became solemn on guard.

Loren frowned. The group of wizards at the bar gave him a strange feeling. There seemed to be a vague transparent barrier outside the magic light, making it difficult to see clearly.

And further away, beyond the bar wall, the golden soft light of the Sand of Time still exists, as well as the red glow of the Magic Stone.

Just when the three professors were on alert, the wizard over the bar began to speak:

"Damn it! That troll minister told us to avoid Muggles and give up the Leaky Cauldron! He really deserves to die at the hooves of centaurs!"

The three professors and two students present here are all top students who are familiar with the history of magic. They immediately realized the meaning behind this sentence and couldn't help but lift their heartstrings.

Historically, the Minister of Magic nicknamed "The Troll" was Minister Farris Spavin who served from 1865 to 1903. He is the one who introduced the "Law on the Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards" and used traces to detect minors' use of magic and violation of the law.

Faris is the longest-serving Minister of Magic in history, and also the longest-serving Minister of all time. He once survived an assassination attempt (flying kick) by a centaur.

The incident of defending the Leaky Cauldron occurred at the end of the 19th century, when the Muggle government planned to demolish the Leaky Cauldron and build Charing Cross Street. Farris Spavin gave a seven-hour speech in front of the Wizengamot, explaining why the Leaky Cauldron could not stay.

But the wizards used a large number of forgetting spells to modify the entire road plan, allowing the Leaky Cauldron to have a place in the new road plan...

The conversation at the bar continues: "What a Minister for Magic, what a seven-hour speech! Fuck it, who cares!"

"You're right, who cares!"

"We have to keep the Leaky Cauldron! If the Ministry of Magic doesn't do it, we'll do it ourselves!"

"You go to old Potter, they will definitely be willing to help! I'll go to old Malfoy for advice. Although they are indeed uncomfortable, they are definitely the right people to go to for this kind of thing!"

"Split up and call for people... Weasley goes to the village of Otter St. Catchpole, Froome goes to Hogsmeade, Bagshot goes to Godric's Hollow... Old guys, our place can't Occupied, take action!”

"let's move!"

"I'm going to drink ten pints of Gamp's when it's done!"

"I remember!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"..."

The people at the bar dispersed and headed towards the door.

Just when the three professors were preparing to fight, something unexpected happened. Those people actually passed through the bodies of Loren and the others, as if Loren and the others were ghosts that did not exist.

Watching the wizards walking out of the bar and heading away in all directions, just when Professor McGonagall was about to say something, the golden light outside the bar enveloped them again, and they once again began to fly backwards at an unprecedented speed.

After an unknown amount of time, the golden stream of light stopped——

This is a small bar with soft lighting and simple decoration. There are very few wine utensils and alcoholic beverages behind the bar. The candlesticks and torches on the surrounding walls and ceiling are bare and unadorned.

All kinds of guests are mixed here...people wearing magic robes and weird wizard hats, people wearing double-breasted long coats, people wearing coarse shorts...the wizards are talking about magic and Quidditch. , the Muggle residents were talking about the suburb of Marseille, about the theater and opera...

In front of and behind the bar, a woman in brown cloth walked among the drinkers, delivering various drinks to the guests.

A man in a coarse cloth jacket took the beer and smiled heartily at her: "Daisy, do you want to go to Marseille tomorrow? I heard that there will be a royal horse!"

"No, I have to stay in the tavern and clean up."

"It's really hard work. No wonder your pub is the cleanest in the neighborhood."

Before the two could chat more, a guest not far away shouted: "Ms. Doddridge, don't get too close to that Muggle, be careful!"

"No need to worry about it!"

"Muggles?" the man in coarse shorts muttered, "What is that? This bar is quite good, but the customers are too strange..."

"Ignore him." A wizard wearing a wizard's hat patted his shoulder. "Maybe he is so drunk that his head is full of dragon dung."

"Dragon dung? Hahaha, what an interesting description!"

"..."

Loren and others looked at the tavern. Although they knew it was an illusion, they couldn't help but look at Muggles and wizards in such a harmonious and undisguised tavern.

Just when they were about to continue watching, Ms. Daisy Doddridge, who seemed to be the owner of the bar, walked towards them with a gentle smile on her face and asked:

"Guys, would you like something to drink?"